Author note: I have made only one change so please viewers do not flip out! I repeat do not flip out! I have changed Grievous' perspective as of now so we'll see how that goes.
That is all.
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Apprentice or Slave
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The old man who had presented himself inside my personal room, filled me in on the important details during my time unconscious. Indeed, Master Plo Koon was taken as well, but locked in a high security where I could not sense him as the Sith described. At first it didn't bother me, I was just delighted to know of my master's survival, but to hear the crew Master Plo Koon cared for did not make it took me aback. I was beginning to process that in my mind we were the last two survivors out of the hundreds of the highly trained clones from my former fleet. I wasn't sure if this was pure luck or dumb luck.
"Now we shall continue the matter of my business. . ."
"In relation to . . .?" My attempts to make myself clueless didn't work to my advantage, it was clear the sith was already one step ahead of me and knew me far too well.
"You."
"Okay." I quickly threw that charade away and returned to my normal fragile self. 'Completely hopeless' was what this human male was probably thinking of me right now. My muscles tensed and found my heart beating at an irregular rate, fearing for the future. Only the sweet aroma of the tea brought to me as a kind gesture from the Sith calmed my nerves a little, it was good. It had a caramel taste with a hint of lemon; the sweet taste tingled my cheeks and blushed softly. . .
"Which is?" I asked quickly, getting back on topic and ignoring the haunting aroma.
"Concerning you're stay, of course." He explained. There was a shine of eagerness hidden behind his emotionless eyes. Indeed, there was some sort of plot in relation to me, like he said. Was this the kind of 'business' he was speaking of? That brought upon the worse fears in me.
Was the reason he kept me alive was to kill me for his own gain. For fun? If not, then what?
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked, getting right to the point. My eyes picked up at the malicious smile forming on his aged skin.
"At the moment, it was first to consider," he admitted, ". . .Until the situation changed."
That set of words brought my mind to a blank. "I don't understand."
"Like the seasons, things we don't expect . . . happen to change right before our very eyes," He tried to describe as best as he could with what he could image. I still couldn't understand, but I didn't let him notice. "You being here has given me the opportunity to . . . think further."
Again I was at a lost, and it was irritating the hell out of me. "Further what? To be honest sir, I don't understand you're point."
He smiled, it gave me shivers. My heart raced and my breathing tensed as I was unprepared to hear what the Sith had to say after.
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"Hey!"
My eyes snapped back to reality, back to the present time and away from that horrid man. "Y-yes?" I answered to the voice calling for me, embarrassed for not paying attention. My cheeks were burning bright rosy red mixed with tan, out in the open for all to see. A pair of eyes looming from behind my back assured me there was definitely someone watching me right now, the thought only making my cheeks form another shade of red.
My chin was grabbed firmly and held up high to the point the back of my neck ached. My eyes became locked with a pair of golden yellow eyes, entirely reptilian. I was staring face to face with a monster from the looks of it, if not the devil himself. Truly demonic in all appearances, especially from its unique designs. I looked down out of shyness and ended up gazing at its more particular designs. The entire body was completely duranium molded, so well molded since duranium was considered to be difficult to mold. I had never seen such work put into a mere droid, but a tugging feeling in the back of my head told me it was something more, something important. The more I looked at the body, the more things became clearer. There, under its chest plate, was a synthskin gut-sack carrying the proper organs needed for life. At first my stomach churned but the thought that this droid was not a droid was something worth looking into. Could it be that this was actually a cyborg, its organic flesh held in an exoskeleton droid suit? How fascinating.
Then it all came to me in a flash, reminding me what had just took place five seconds ago. I was placed under the care of this cyborg. General Grievous, if not the name I heard correctly, was my new master. It angered me to know that. To be given a different master – and from the Separatists – just felt like being stabbed in the heart, twisting and burning right through me, never to be removed. That was how I felt right now; my heart was being mutilated and destroyed by these people. I didn't want a new master; all I wanted was my old master. Master Plo Koon. That was all I wanted, is that so greedy for me. I didn't care about the code at this turn of event; it didn't matter anymore when it was our lives at stake.
The cyborg, General Grievous, tilted my head side to side, examining me like I was some sort of prey. He let go soon after he was done, then harshly glared at me cautiously, waiting.
"What is you're name again, youngling?" He demanded harshly, already forgetting my name.
His sudden sharp tone startled me, so startled that I tried to remember how to speak again. "A-Ahsoka . . . Ahsoka Tano," My voice stuttered weakly, lowering my eyes to the ground.
"Well then, Ahsoka. Welcome to the Malevolence, I am General Grievous," he greeted sarcastically, derisive as well. "Apparently I am you're new master, but I assure you, my dear. You are lower than that when under my care."
My eyebrows furrowed, unable understand the purpose of his words. "What?" I asked blankly.
"Do you honestly believe I would allow you to be my apprentice - especially a Jedi? Barbaric." He made it sound like something revolting – or inhumane. Did he actually believe he was the only one disgusted by this sudden arrangement?
"To me you're just a slave, maybe even a servant and nothing more."
I gulped, but tried to contain what little resistance I had left in me. "Then are you going to object against you're superiors!?" What about what the Sith-"
"Don't you dareuse that against me, child. Ever!" He snapped, whirling he head around to make eye contact with me. The claws apparently attached to his mechanicals limbs reached out for me with devastating agility; the moment I blinked they were already there, inches away from the vital veins hidden under my neck.
I didn't let it go however, despite the razor sharp claws inches from my neck. "So how the heck does this make me you're servant and not you're apprentice. I'm pretty sure the Sith said specifically I would be treated at a decent rank."
"He placed you're status under my authority, in other words, I decide what you are."
Again he attacked me by hovering over me to prove his point, daring me to continue with my pestering. Immediately, I could hear the warning ringing in my hears, I took the warning with heed and backed away from the cyborg in response, losing. When he noticed he won the conversation he turned on his heels and continued down a different direction with me following him in pursuit. I didn't want to be left alone there, especially with the medical droids and I would probably die in this massive ship if I got lost. He would like that though, to see me gone or ridden from his sight so that he didn't have to care about me. There were miles of hallways in every direction of the ship, resembling a maze. So I was right after all, if I got lost without supervision then that would be it and my body would be found in a corner or in a storage room rotting away in the looming darkness. The only solution now is to stick with this guy for at least until I can find a map for this place. But that was the least of my worries right now, there was only one thing I kept thinking about.
Master Plo Koon. Where are you? I prayed with all my heart that he was at least given the same amount of care I was offered. Besides the whole bargaining issue.
"C-can I ask you something?" I spoke under my breath softly, unsure whether the general heard me at all. A loud growl came from upfront, but I didn't give him a chance to reject my question. "Do you know where my Master is?"
"Master?" He repeated, so confused by my words that he stopped in place and almost causing a collision if I hadn't stopped sooner. "What are you babbling about? Continue this sort of nonsense and I will be forced to diminish you of a mouth."
Was it only the Sith Master who knew about Plo Koons confinement and not him, that only slimmed chances of me knowing where on this ship my master was.
"I'm sorry," I apologized soon after. If I lost my mouth or anything else on my face, I might end up looking like him. Unsurprisingly, that gave me tingles down my spine.
"Starting now you are to follow my rules."
"Yippy," I muttered under my breath sarcastically.
A sharp slap on my head silenced me. I blinked, phased.
"No sarcasm," was the warning I was given. I rubbed the top of my head to make sure he didn't leave a gash, I felt something but the feeling wouldn't go away.
"You will obey every command I give you. Any objections and I will send you back the Count, or kill you on the spot if I feel merciful. Understood?" He threw over his shoulder, not even looking at me after that.
How the heck was that considered merciful. "What makes you think I won't just escape?" I asked, pretending I had that kind of power to escape from here.
I distinctly heard him say the word: 'Simple' then began to rummage for whatever he kept hidden under his cape. The first thing I saw was a piece of metal held in the cyborgs white claws and in a flash found it secured around my neck. I thrashed and clawed at it with useless effort, the collar refused to give in. Seeing this brought the cyborg some sort of sadistic amusement, laughing at my misfortune.
"That collar neutralizes any force activities when it is activated. At any time you decide to use the force, the collar will automatically shock you from the spine and trust me it'll be unbearable." Again he chuckled – or coughed, I wasn't sure. "Would you like a demonstration?" he purred, tempting me to say 'yes' as he brought himself closer to my horrified expression.
"No! no! no!" I pleaded, flailing my arms around frantically, hopefully diverting the cyborgs attention and drawing him away from my personal space. I was pretty sure I heard a smile form behind his mask – which frightened me at the most, yet at the same time increasing my curiosity of the strange cyborg.
The cyborg entered what looked like to be a war room, it was only the darkness hiding in that room that made me enter it cautiously, waiting for something to happen – or explode for all I know. There was a holo-projecter in the middle of the room with four bright screens surrounding it with enough space for something as big as the cyborg to slide through and work. I kept my distance as far as from him as possible, still wary of the claws protruding out of its cape.
"May I ask what you're doing?"
"No," He snapped, his eyes were set on the Holo-projecter and the keyboard connected at its side.
I tried to find a more appropriate spot to sit upon as the cyborg became occupied with the projector, tacking at the keys viciously. The silence was beginning to annoy me and ringing in my ear, so like any bored person I tried to occupy myself. I began watching the cyborg general do . . . whatever it was he was doing. My imaginations created a bunch of thoughtless and probably unlikely images the general would be doing with the projector. Like calling for pizza, throwing a party, or calling a loved one for crying out loud.
I don't know why, but this was starting to get amusing for me. Thankfully he didn't hear my bubbly giggling; it seemed he was having a debate going on in his mind about something.
This day was getting worse by the seconds. Not only did he have to keep this brat by his side constantly, perhaps for the rest of his life, but he still had his priorities with the Malevolence and he would be damn if he left it under the care of those weak minded idiots just for some measly pup.
His talons grinded the floor in frustration, gaining the attention of the Togruta sitting from afar. Of course he did not care for the child, nor for her safety for the same matter. All he wanted was to be rid of her, or just throw the girl somewhere so she wouldn't be a bother to him. He could only wish. . .
The tacking of keys was the only sound made inside the room besides the frequent moaning coming from the ventilation. The child didn't make a sound, thankfully, but there were moments where the sounds of soft laughter were made from behind his back. If she thinks she could mock him so easily then she is sorely mistaken. If it weren't for his master, she'd be dead where she stood considering all the stunts she tried to prove. To think a youngling at her pitiful level could escape from the high security in this ship would be something the general would like to see.
Maybe if he just killed her and pretend it was an accident, then surely the Count would forgive him. But knowing the count, he would most likely lecture him about his thoughtless actions and no doubt lecture him about his deed. That said, the general knew he could handle that.
Finally after who knows how long it took, the connection the general had been searching for came into view and he took no haste in connecting a transmission to the link. The Holo-Projecter beamed to life, with a familiar avatar in the center of the projector. It was Asajj Ventress.
She was tired and annoyed to be disturbed at the time – he didn't keep track of the time since he no longer had the need to sleep anymore - so it wasn't uncommon for her to be glaring at the general. It was not his fault, she just happened to cross his mind when he finally thought of a solution to deal with the little setback. Despite that, he didn't like it one bit, but he knew he could trust the assassin. But first he would have to persuade her.
"I'm not interrupting anything, Ventress?" He asked plainly, pretending not to notice the woman's attempts to keep herself stable on her own two feet.
"At the moment, yes." She hissed with hostility, rubbing her swollen eyes from drooping.
She wasn't in an 'agreeable mood' when she lacked the required hours of sleep, she was at the point of falling right there and now. Pitying her was all he felt for her in her condition, and nothing more. Pitying and resentment to be more accurate. Though there were times he shined a bit of respect on her behalf for some of her recent victories out in the galaxies.
But that was all.
"I've have contacted you for a favour." It was right to the point. "I have some personal matters to attend to back at my lair, and I am requesting you to command the Malevolence in my absence."
"For what reason?" She asked, dazed but still aware. She didn't buy it, probably knowing the general wouldn't hand over the ship for just one simple matter.
"As I said before, it is personal matters."
She groaned but submitted. "I'll see what I can do. You do know you will have to arrange a meeting for us to trade the ship, somewhere remote."
"I have already thought of that and will have one my of the droids send you the coordination's to the location."
She sighed, still not being trustworthy as always, especially with a cyborg who enjoys the thrill of carnage and slaughter. "I'll see what I'll can do. Now could you please - if you have any ounce of decencies - end transmission."
He nodded and cut it off boredley. The avatar disappeared and the beam died out from the projector. The child was no where to be seen, making the cyborgs eyes widen, or even more. She was gone, not in the room, no where. The general glanced side to side, begging to the gods that she didn't escape like she said before. He was about to activate the collars homing signal until the girl plopped from beside him all of a sudden, and possibly giving him a heart attack.
He grabbed her harshly up in the air and brought her within close range with his claws. She was scared, like he wanted her to be, like everyone should be.
"What were you doing just now?" He demanded right away, squeezing his grasp around the child's frail neck, he could have broken it if he wanted to. But refrained himself the enjoyment of the possible future screams and agony.
"I was just standing there, I swear," She choked, gasping for air in his harsh grip.
He dropped her after that and watched her coughing her lungs out and breathing uncontrollably.
"Come on, on you're feet," He ordered uncaringly. The child refused, but the general had no time for this. He kicked her in the ribs, but not with enough force to break her rib cage. This got the child's attention and after a small amount of struggle she managed to get to her feet, still wincing in pain. To put her out of her misery was the best thing the general could do for the pitiful thing. In his mind, she was nothing but an eyesore.
What ever the Count had in store for her was definitely not humane. It would only be a matter of time before finally she will lose her grip on reality, slimming what ever hope she still carried. Her mind will lose its sanity, her soul will break. And in the end she will be nothing but a mindless puppet for him to control.
Just like me.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The com-link attached to the holo-projecter echoed in the room, gifting the general with a headache he'll have to deal with for awhile. He jabbed at the button to silence it, but accidentally answered the transmission instead. A droid – possibly the navigator droid – bowed its head lowly towards the general out of respect.
"What is it?"
The droid whispered to a different droid not in range before speaking its mind. "General, we have a problem?"
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The droids, mindless as they were, could do nothing as the enemy fleets came swarming at them. The droids could do nothing but stand there, giving the general a reason for slapping any particular droid crossing his path.
"What is the situation?" Grievous asked to no droid in particular, the girl walking behind him cautiously.
"The tracking beacon was turned on-"
Those words brought the general's attention, he inwardly cursed at them for their stupidity. "Turn it off, you incompetent fools!"
"Too late, sir." Another droid tooted. "Enemy ships have already tracked us down. Should we fire?"
The cyborgs left eye twitched after that ridiculous question, and answered with a punch to the droids head. "Stupid idiot," he growled under his mask. "Anyone else wants to ecstatic me with any other preposterous questions, speak now. Otherwise, fire at the enemy!"
The child gasped at the general's rage and took a step back for cover; the general was already targeting her next.
"And you!" He lifted his arm and pointed at the child to gain her attention. "This is what will happen to you if you proven to be as ludicrous as these mindless dopes."
The girl understood and responded with a single nod. As much as the general appreciated a more verbal response, it was good enough to satisfy him. She was only a rookie as his servant/slave, but he will take the proper time to . . . train her.
During their master's small conversation, the droids did as they were told, for fear their heads will be the next target of their master's anger. The 500 turbolasers mounted on the ships hull fired at the enemies with greater damage no other ship could possibly administer. Once, Grievous could have heard a droid report on the damage percentage on the ship, but he paid the thing no heed. His attention was drawn by the battle occurring in front of him. If it weren't for the mask covering what was left of his head, the observer would see a smile on his face. Indeed, he was enjoying this small amount of bloodshed. It was his purpose to do so, to create chaos and destruction. Something Grievous thought of as both a joy and curse for the remainder of his eternal life.
"When exactly did the tracking beacon turn on?" He found himself asking. Thankfully a droid heard as it passed by.
"Approximately ten minutes ago, general."
He was already thinking the cause of all this was the droids. Certainly the droids were not that doltish to accidentally press the tracking beacon, were they? But there were times when he was proven wrong.
Wait a minute?
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The child was no where to be seen, making the cyborgs eyes widen, or even more. She was gone, not in the room, no where. The general glanced side to side, begging to the gods that she didn't escape like she said before. He was about to activate the collars homing signal until the girl plopped from beside him all of a sudden, and possibly giving him a heart attack.
He grabbed her harshly up in the air and brought her within close range with his claws. She was scared, like he wanted her to be, like everyone should be.
"What were you doing just now?" He demanded right away, squeezing his grasp around the child's frail neck, he could have broken it if he wanted to. But refrained himself the enjoyment of the possible future screams and agony.
"I was just standing there, I swear," She choked, gasping for air in his harsh grip.
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That little. . .
He whirled his head and found the little Houdini had disappeared from his sight. More aware this time, he could hear the small sound of a click from under his feet. The Togruta had caught him off guard in his time of observing and was attempting to snatch one the many lightsabers hidden in his cape pocket. Robotically he swung his hand at her for such treachery. The child, foreseeing his attack, dodged cleverly and dashed out of the bridge.
Grievous growled louder then before, in turn causing the droids to stop what they were doing and cower before the enraged General.
"That despicable child!" He screamed for all to hear, his talons grinding the metal flooring and creating a disturbing sound of metal-grinding-metal.
The general, angered as he was, was still civil enough to order the droid now disarm the ships with the ion cannons and finish them off. It was only after he realized what the girl had brought upon herself did the general take a liking to what was to happen next.
"Let's see how you do in a game of hide and seek . . . Ahsoka." He hissed maliciously.
He pressed the button adorned on the control panel, activating the homing beacon in the collar. After that, he set out in search of the Togruta girl. Down the hallways, he was beginning to wonder why he even bothered. Instead of searching for her whereabouts, he should have reported to the Count for her treacherous scheme and have her executed.
No.
Instead he was on a goose chase for the youngling, not reporting to the Count like he was required to so in such a situation. But why though?He thought. Out of pity, or possibly hidden self-humiliation was involved in his time of mixed feelings. He had none, as he promptly reminded himself over and over soon after he accepted his rank as a general. Nothing within this metal body but organs fuelled by blood and oil, and nothing else. There was no heart filled with emotions, just a mere illusion.
So why . . .?
I ran as fast as I could down the many hallways constructed in this massive piece of destruction. As I recalled, the directions to the prisoner cells were precise, so I remembered having to turn a right after passing the fuel chamber, it was all there on the screens in the war room. I was right about the search parties, they were searching for their lost comrades so bravely. Setting off the tracking beacon was a good idea, an idea I learned from Master Plo Koon actually. I took that notion in pride and continued my own search for my master. Nothing was going to stop me, not even the droids I had cut down with the stolen lightsaber I managed to forage from the psychotic cyborg.
"Hold on just a bit longer, Master Plo Koon," I thought out loud as I kept running.
A remembrance of the past came to me in a flash, causing my heart to sink all of a sudden and stop me in place. I remained frozen as the words sunk in one after another.
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The Sith Master hunched forward with his elbows placed on his knee's. "How much do you want to see you're master, Ahsoka?" He purred sadistically.
That question caused my body to jump with mobility, "Very much so, sir."
That same sickening smile cracked across his face. "Is that so. How about a bargain - or shall we say - a deal?"
I was being open minded but chose my words carefully. "What kind of deal?"
"You see, Ahsoka. Our type of technology have proven to be useless against the Republican Jedi's, but now that you have given our forces the opportunity to investigate a weak point in their power."
"So what you mean is, you want me as a test subject."
"Precisely, and in return for you're services I will arrange a reunion for you and you're master."
After I began to click the meaning of his offer did I finally give in to him. "Really?"
"I Promise."
I smiled graciously and felt a single tear caress my cheek. I didn't care though, I was just happy to be given a chance to see my master in time. It was all I wanted.
"So do we have a deal, Ahsoka?" The sith asked once more, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yes," I whispered. Not realizing the crime I committed against the Order.
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NO! I screamed in my head. I will not allow that, that deal had no purpose as long as that monster was not here. In my confusion, I found myself clenching my head for support, unable to stand the power that piece of memory pained me. In that room the old man had me in a corner, keeping me vulnerable and weak. Just the very sight of him sickened me, nauseating my stomach. I shook my head and breathed evenly to calm my nerves, trying to recollect myself and focus. I took step by step slowly as the lightness went away from my head until I was able to properly jog my way to the prisoner cells. Unfortunately, there were two guards protecting the cell doors, but I pressed on. I jumped in the air and sliced them both in half, watching them tumble to the floor, lifeless. With that distraction out of the way, I stabbed into the control panel carefully until the circuits broke down and additionally unlocked the cell door. I eagerly ran inside before the door could fully open itself up.
There were probably a dozen of cells built in if one took the time to count them all, but I had no time for such a thing and kept looking into each cell carefully.
"Master Plo Koon!" I cried out repeatedly over and over again. "Master Plo Koon!"
I ended at the last cell that was held in by double the amount of security not even a droid could equally secure. But I had a special key, making my efforts minimal. The sounding of the door locking itself with a loud clink was brought to my attention, but when there was no one at the entrance I went back to cutting my way through the door. The smell of burning iron filled the air as my lightsaber kept cutting through the metal surface like butter.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
That strange noise kept echoing across the room like a soft moan. I tried to ignore it as best as I could, until finally I reached my way through the door and into the room. But there was nothing.
Nothing.
But darkness.
My chance, my only chance to find my master was wasted for nothing. All that effort and work wasted. My betrayal wasted. My master was not here, in fact, and most certainly no where else on the ship, but where though?
Blankly I turned around to the same growing noise, but ended up meeting face to face with the general. His glowing bright yellow eyes twinkled in the darkness, giving him a haunting appearance. I took a step back in surprise, but even that was useless when my neck was pressed down by the general's grip and slapped my stolen lightsaber out of my hands. I began coughing as my throat was squeezed tighter, after awhile my eyes began to roll back until air quickly entered my mouth and allowed oxygen into my lungs, until finally I collapsed to the floor. I coughed more violently this time, dazed and disoriented.
"You little brat!"
A sharp pang stab at my ribs and felt my head hit the wall this time. I got to my knees, and unconsciously glared at the cyborg eye to eye. Each other's glares equally matched. I knew how much trouble I caused for the general and already knew the consequences if my attempts to free my master ended in failure. Desperately I tried to use the force, but in doing so, set off the collar. As the general described, the pain was extremely unbearable that I could only twitch and release a blood curdling scream. The seconds went by agonizingly slow as my spine had to endure wave after wave of voltage. The general did nothing but watch me suffer while cackling with laughter. Finally everything stopped, and I was left on the ground, still twitching uncontrollably.
"How dare you go against me, and to steal one my lightsabers has pushed me too far to let this slide." He roared into my ear, his face close to mine. "Consider this a punishment for you're little goose chase, and be grateful to me for not killing you, or reporting you to my Master."
I gasped as I tried to move my back, then considered it was best for me to just stay still and let my back recover. All of a sudden I was yanked to my feet by the cyborg, giving me more pain to deal with. I pushed him away however and glared at him like before. At the moment the hate was growing inside me, until I realized my mistake and controlled it.
"Why don't you just kill me . . .?" I breathed. "I've went against my deal with you're master, so its only a matter of time before he-"
"What Count Dooku won't know won't hurt him," He quickly countered, catching me off guard.
This time I tried to breathe more carefully, "Why?"
It was his eyes that said it all, whether giving me up or killing would in the end put the general at a bad situation as well. And from how long I have been with this being, it would only be a matter of time before he cracked up from all this stressful quarrels and political issues this galaxy has placed upon his shoulders.
Though I did not show it, I almost pitied him. Almost.
"I will let this one slide, only because you are still of some use to my Master."
"Why won't you just take me on as you're apprentice then," I cried. "Its clear you want to keep me, since you resist to end my life."
"Do not think of yourself so highly, my child. You aren't even at the proper level, even if I did accept you. You wouldn't live long enough through the training." He answered, annoyed by my stubbornness.
"Its better than what I have left now, you have no idea what situation I'm in right now."
"Fine!" Two metal hands grabbed my shoulders roughly and brought me back to my feet once more and pushed the same lightsaber back into my hands. The general took a moment to take a few steps back from where I was, wielding only one lightsaber in his hands this time. "Win and I will allow you to be my apprentice. Lose, and you become my slave."
I nodded and got into stance while ignoring the numbness in my back. This was my chance to stay, or at least for the small amount of time I had. My second chance, I win either way since I still remain under this emortal beings care, but I still wanted to win.
In one swift move, he was in front of me in a flash, I barely parried him away and countered with my own attacks. I stabbed at him along with horizontal slashes. He parried them swiftly, not even having to move from his place. I kept attacking at him again and again with what speed I could create. The cyborg still stayed put, not even a scratch on him.
"Stay focused," He ordered, swinging down with his lightsaber. I rolled to the side, but felt the magnitude when his hand punched into the ground. I took that as to my advantage as I tried to slice off his hand, but ended up getting caught by his free hand. "So quick to attack, even when it is easy to see as a trap." He analyzed, this somehow angering me. I was angry at myself as well, having not realizing it, too. I was caught up in winning, I had forgotten my teachings Master Plo Koon had taught me. It made me feel disgusted of myself.
Suddenly a green light flung in front of me, I stumbled back and parried the many other attacks coming at me.
"I said stay focused!" Grievous reminded.
His lightsaber somehow touched my skin, burning. I screamed and flinched, giving the general the opportunity to snatch my lightsaber away and push me to the ground with his foot. He bent down and gave me a pitiful look, it was all I deserved right now.
"You lose . . . slave." He purred, his foot released my torso and allowed to me to get to my knees at least. "You are to be escorted by the medical droids to you're previous room. Stay there until I require you're presence."
But I could not listen to him at the time or when exactly he left, I was still shock over yet another misfortune.
A misfortune I must now obey.
At that very thought, tears poured from my eyes and I was left in the dark to wept alone in sadness.
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