"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."

-Norman Cousins

"N-No...please God no..." she uttered in shock. The Jedi climbed back up the ledge he was hanging from. He threw the gun away looking disgusted, stared at Grievous' burnt corpse for a bit before he ran off to join the clones.

He failed to even sense Eve's presence.

She still couldn't believe it. She finally forced herself to stop staring as her hand knocked the switch that released the latch and she finally was free as she hastily flew out of the ship, abandoning the package left inside, to be with Grievous. As she flew to Grievous, she lifted his head, black charred imprints were all that was left, no yellow haunting eyes that showed mystery and adoration, they were gone. His eye sockets were empty and charred, there was no heartbeat. She refused to accept this.

"Grievous. Grievous...wake up...it's me..."

His mechanical shell made not a word.

But she refused to accept it... "Grievous!" she called out tearfully. "please wake up! It's me...it's Eve...d-don't stay asleep..."

He didn't respond...she slapped his face.

"Goddammit Grievous! Answer me! Answer me...please..." her other hand gripped his face tightly as she waited for a response...

Nothing answered her...her pixelated tears filled her screen as she shook her head.

"no! NO! NO GODDAMMIT NO!" she screamed out until she finally leaned her head down, her hands gripped both sides of his head and pulled his head up as their foreheads touched one another. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening...she tearfully opened her eyes as she stared at the hollow head of what was her lover. She stroked the side of his empty skull-like head as she kept speaking to him, desperately hoping he would at least groan or give some indication he was still here...

"Grievous...sniff* please don't do this to me...you can't leave me...I-I never got to say I'm sorry..." she stroked his head ever so gently while peering into it through the charred remains of what were his eye sockets. Those same sockets contained eyes she wanted to poke out when she had met him, she craved to see them...to be lost and entranced in them...

"I-I never got to tell you..." she hesitated as she leaned herself towards his ear and spark kissed it. "I love you..." she more then life itself hoped that would at least show life left; maybe a heartbeat, maybe a soft groan or just a finger twitch.

Alas, nothing. There was no hint of life in this cyborg anymore. That may have worked in the fairy tales or another badly written fanfiction, but not here. Her hand stroked the side of his head one last time before she finally accepted it...she refused to believe it...

"h-he's dead..." she placed her hands on her screen as she sobbed and weeped...

He was gone...

She took her hands down, vengeance and rage fueled her. She knew who was at fault for this. She lifted herself from Grievous's body, but not before placing his hands on his chest as she hovered forward, deadly intentions flowing through her.

Suddenly, a loud call was heard, she looked up at a platform across the way, there was a large beast, on it was...HIM...

Her eyes formed into rage as she pulled out her gun and fired a single blast towards where he was about to go on that beast. But strangely, as the plasma blast made it's way, the Jedi was also getting shot at, by his own clone soldiers! They all missed but Eve's plasma made the creature slip and fall into the abyss below, taking the Jedi with it.

"wow...that was surprisingly easy..." she said to herself. Forgetting completely about the clones, she turned her attention on Grievous as she took his hand in hers and kept silence over her loss and getting revenge on her lover's killer. In this melancholy moment, she recalled a time when Grievous had imprisoned her, oh how those times seemed very distant now...

A dark thought ran through her mind...a very dark thought...she opened her compartment and she pulled out the lightsaber Grievous gave her. She had thought about pawning it or using it to take back home...with Grievous...but now it seemed that there was only one purpose for it now...

She propped herself over Grievous, her free hand gripped his unmoving hand, the other gripped the weapon as she held one end close to her chest. She was feeling admittedly scared about doing this, but there was nothing for her anymore...not without him...

"I'm coming for you Grievous...don't wait up for me...I'm coming..." she leaned her head closer to his, her screen a half inch away from his semi-charred face. "and I won't leave you...never ever...I promise..." she leaned her head forward and planted a long yet loving and passionate spark kiss. The sound of an electronic hum and a metallic burnt hiss was all she needed to know that she didn't chicken out at the last second. It was excruciatingly painful but what would expect when you have a lightsaber going through your chest? She gripped Grievous hand tighter while she twisted the lightsaber handle, her systems were reading that she was about to go into shut-down mode; she didn't care. Finally, her screen turned black, her hand accidentally disabled the lighter and it rolled out of her hand and rolled near Grievous' unused escape ship. Her body landed on top of Grievous' and she never moved again.

Their hands held each, even until death...

-hours later-

General Kenobi needed to get out of here. Immediately. His clone troops had turned on him and he needed to get off the planet. Luckily, his fight with Grievous made him realize there was a ship that would still be in use. Unfortunately, the fall caused him to lose his lightsaber, hopefully Grievous had left one inside his ship, but even that was pushing his luck today.

He ran towards the platform with Grievous' ship, ignoring the corpse of Grievous, his eyes noticed a lone lightsaber under it's wing. He ran over, not even noticing a small egg-like mechanical robot on top of the burnt metallic shell, and picked up the weapon. It was small but it was better than nothing, he could adjust it later anyway. He jumped into the ship, he sat on a solid object, he pulled it out from under him. It was a box with a bow on it; curious as for who it was, he didn't have time to open it so he threw it out of the ship, activated it and flew away.

-an hour later-

Clone troopers still searching for the Jedi, discovered the bodies of Grievous and a huge egg-like iPod was on top of him. But how it got there was not of any interest to them, but the small package that contained information for a weapon of some sort. These clones took this information and presented it to the Emperor of the Galactic Empire. With this information, he utilized it and exploited the contents within to create not a thousand of these guns but instead, a giant weapon altogether. A weapon so powerful, so huge, it was it's own built-in army base.

All thanks to the unintended romance that bloomed between a cyborg and a robot; this cruel dictator and his apprentice ruled the galaxy with a weapon that could destroy a planet with one blast.

This giant weapon would forever be known as a Star of Death and would be feared for all time...

Until a New Hope came..