"Hello, Everyone!" I said, as I stood wearing a pair of jeans and a blue sweater, "You're watching 'Question Corner', and I'm your host Kale."

"We wanted to thank all of you for participating in a episode title for the Separatists, and the boys backstage and I love what you've chosen. 'The Banite Sith,'. It does have a good ring to it if I do say so myself," I nodded enthusiastically.

"So, without further ado, we have with us General Grievous! Commander of the droid armies!" I elaborately signaled to my right when Grievous came around the corner and clanked up the steps. I clapped along with the crowd, but my smile turned into a frown when I caught sight of his four lightsabers hanging from his belt. However, the audience continued to roar on as Grievous's large frame made its way up the stairs and further onto the set. His metal feet clinking each time they made contact with the flooring.

I stood there with my back straight and my head held high, refusing to show anything less than defiance. Even though inwardly I was freaking out. How did he get on set without Greg, our security guard, stopping him? Or, at least, without me getting anything less than a 'head ups' first?

When the villain's were allowed back on the Show, we all had comlinks set up incase anything bad were ever happened. So, what went wrong? I glanced down at the communicator attached to my wrist-belt, and died a little inside when I saw the light wasn't even on. I could already hear Greg cursing my name as I forgot to turn the darn thing. I wanted to face-palm, but this wasn't the time to show any weaknesses. But, even though it seemed pretty much useless now, I turned on the comlink before the General could see.

Once Grievous was a foot away from me, he extended one of his many arms out to me for his 'Question Corner' greeting. However, I stared down at his hand with a dumbstruck expression. It hadn't occurred to me until now that you never actually saw the General shaking hands with anyone, and now I understood why. His unwelcoming mitt looked threatening and fatal. What if I shook his hand and he crushed me just for merriment of watching me suffer.

"Are you not going to address me with your proper greeting protocol, Miss Kale?" He laughed mockingly, but wheezed and choked towards the end. Taking in a gulp, I quickly smacked flesh with metal and managed to smile even as he ripped my hand up and down powerfully.

Shortly after, I indicated to the chair beside mine and cradled my wrist as I sat down. However, Grievous struggled with his chair as the space he was given was confined. His skinny hips sank into the cushion and his knee joints pressed up against his chest. I'm not going to lie, though, watching him suffer made my throbbing wrist feel a little better.

"Thank you for coming on the Show, Grievous." I said, ringing the usually greeting as I grabbed the deck of cards.

"What are the questions you have for me?" He demanded as he tried to re-adjust his seating position.

Sucking in a breath, I licked my lips before reading, "Our first question is from 'jesslyoko324'. 'How come you don't upgrade those useless B1 droids?'"

"That is not my decision." He answered, "In my opinion, the B1's stupidity can be more dangerous than any Jedi."

"Fair enough." I switched the cards, "'Dark Angel' asks, 'Did you choose to become a cyborg? Or did you really have a ship accident like the rumors say?'"

"The bomb on the ship only offered me an opportunity." He replied, "But I still chose to go as far into the procedure as I did. able What else do you have?"

"Oh, okay, um...ah, here's one. 'pronker' wants to know whether or not you keep all of your captured Jedi lightsabers?"

"I do. Killing a Jedi is a sign of strength, so a blade is a mere token I take to display that."

"'Sithlord8665' asks, 'What causes you to cough so much?'"

"I made a mistake by granting a batch of Jedi scum a chance at a 'warrior's death'." He hissed in response, "Consequently, General Windu Force crushed the plates in my chest protecting my lungs."

"Oh," I cringed, "That sounds really painful."

"It damaged me for life." He covered his mouth he coughed.

"'Ahsokatano191' asks, 'What has been your hardest duel?'"

"I have had some difficult duels with General Kenobi, but nothing that I couldn't handle." He gave a wicked howl, "The Jedi are no match for me and they know it. It's why they hide behind their pathetic clones for protection."

Nodding quietly, I put the card down with the others and said, "Now, it's time for some 'one word' replies." I held up the few chosen cards and explained, "I'm going to ask you a question and you have to answer it with one word. Understand?"

Griveous waved at me to continue, "Proceed."

"'Emerald the Warrior Princess' asks, 'Do you ever get tired of having to replace robotic limbs?'"

"No."

"'Skyrela the Angel' asks, 'how many lightsabers do you have?'"

"32."

"'Darth tyrone' asks, 'Do you enjoy smashing your droids?'"

"Exceedingly."

"'Pronker' asks, 'How much do you think your lightsabers are worth on the black market?'"

"It was never considered it."

"Even though that was three words, I'll take it." I leaned forward and grabbed the calculator placed there before the Show; saying, "We saw this question earlier, so we already calculated the cost of one lightsaber. It is 3,000 credits." Punching in the numbers, I read, "that times your 32 is 96,000 dollars. Yeesh." I placed the calculator down and went to the next question.

"Hazardous By Instinct' asks, 'Does it anger you that you are pretty much a droid?'"

"I am Grievous!" He bellowed as he threw his fist down onto the armrest, making the ground shake. "I am a warlord of the Kaleesh and Supreme Commander of the armies of the Confederacy! I am not a droid!"

"Well..." I licked my lips weakly, "I guess, the 'one word' reply time is over..." 'TheDoctorCT-210408' asks, 'Why do you usually duel with General Kenobi?'"

Still steamed about the last question, he answered with little to no enthusiasm. "That is decided by the Jedi, not by me."

"A question from 'Darth tyrone'. 'Do you know how too break dance?'"

"What kind of inquire is this?! I am not here to reply to any of your insolent questions!"

"It's just a harmless questions, General, it won't bite." I tried to assure him, "Unless, you...do breakdance?" Everyone began to laugh out loud at this, and I blushed; because I really didn't mean to put it that way.

"Silence!" He snapped as he began to dig his metallic fingers into the armrests of his chair. I blinked at the clawmarks imbedded into the fabric and sighed with un-amusement. This is why I can't have anything nice.

"Fine," I consulted the card in my hand and read, "Dark Angel 'Who did you get the four lightsabers? Or are they just chosen from your trophies collection at random?'"

Angered further, he replied, "I don't how that has any revelance to the situation."

"Please," I practically begged as I dropped the card down with the others exhauntingly, "Just answer it."

"Random. Now, give me a different question." He demanded threateningly.

"That was our last question." I answered, pushing myself up and out of my seat. The General eventually followed suit. He came to his full height and towered over me as he reached out for another handshake.

"Thank you for coming on the show, General." I said, shaking his hand more confindantly than before. I was pretty pleases we had gotten through the entire interview without him attacking us once. However, I wasn't surprised when he didn't reply back, but I was a little unnerved when I caught him scowling down at me like he was. He then sent me a curt nod before turning to leave.

Shaking my head, I said, "And, that was another week for 'the Banite Sith'. Our next guest will be 'Count Dooku'. Remember the rules: No M-rated questions, 2 questions per person, and do check out the reviews to make sure your question hasn't already been asked."

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"Thank you and goodnight!"

After Arnold yelled cut, I waved to the crowd as they began to get up from their seats and leave. Amanda, our intern, signaling for them to all follow her towards the exits. When they were all gone and the room fell silent, I came down the steps as I asked, "So...is Greg-"

"Angry with you?" Arnold's head pop out from behind the large camera, "Very."

"Well, what did he say?"

"You probably don't want to know." He chuckled, "So, what are you going to do about it?"

I scratched the back of my neck. My eyes remaining fixated on the floor, "An apology seems like the best approach. Don't you think?"

"Yeah, good luck with that." He smirked as he slipped on his jacket; feeding each arm through the jacket holes, "I told you not to hire such an angry worker, but does anyone ever listen to you camera man? No." Drawing his messenger bag across his shoulder, he turned to leave, but said as he went, "See you next week, Miss Kale!" and sent me teasing salute.

"Bye, Arnold." I meekly saluted back with a frown. He was right. This wasn't going to be easy. I'd have to think of a darn good apology before I spoke with him...

Walking down the hallway, I headed towards Greg's office. My speed staying fairly slow, as my eyes gravitated downwards. With the patting sound of my boots as a quiet background noise, I thought, I think this is the first time I've ever actually had to apologize to Greg.

But, the bigger matter was how was I going to put it? Maybe a, 'I messed up, I'm sorry.' Or, 'It won't happen again'. I chuckled as I weighed the options of raising his pay, but that would only insult him. Suddenly my comlink began to beep, and as I went to hold down the circular button, I said, "Yes? Who's there? Come on, please."

I heard Greg's voice reply back, "Kale! Grievous is still on the ship! We turned around for a second and he was gone! Get to the-" I stopped listening when my footsteps were accompanied by the harsh clicking sound of running metal.

Spinning around, I watched in sheer horror as Grievous's monstrous form reared around the corner and sped towards me. Not having any weapons on hand, I tried to run. Rushing down the hallway in a blind panic, I failed when he caught me by ankle.

Ripping me backwards, I screeched as I faceplanted the floor. Laying there with a groan, I suddenly felt myself being pulled in reverse, and clawed desperately at the floor as he dragged me into one of the rooms.

When we were inside, he threw me like a rag doll, and I crash landed in a pile of old, storage boxes. Laying there, I felt my head grow foggy as I struggled to prop myself up with my arms. Rubbing at my pulsing head, I tried to stand, but didn't get much of a chance when the cold, metallic hand wrapped itself about my neck and pulled me up again.

Feeling the presser on myesophagus, I gasped desperately for air as my feet left the floor. Scratching and scraping at his plated arm in desperation, I found little reward in the action, but Grievous howled viciously at the meek attempts. Pulling me closer so he could observe my angst more clearly, he said, "Where's your sense of spirit, Miss Kale..." he wheezed out another laugh, "You won't even beg for your worthless life?"

I sneered at the foulness of his breath, but still managed, despite it all, to look him in the eyes and sneer back with all I could muster. I wasn't going to waste my last minutes begging for pitiful mercy.

Sucking in a small string of air, I struggled to ask, "Why?" and, I have to admit, it wasn't the bravest nor strongest of last words, but I wanted to know. Because, none of this made sense to me. Grievous killing me? Out of all the good guys that posed a threat to him in this universe? We didn't do anything to him, and he didn't need any money like Hondo. He already has an army of droids. How could killing me give him gain? He just didn't have the alibi for taking on a petty kill like me just for sport.

Without warning, he punched my frail body into the back wall with all of his might, and, for a period of time, I panicked when I couldn't get enough airflow to even gasp at the pain.

"Excuse me?!" He held me up higher before deciding to drop me on the ground to wheeze in my own air. I didn't even try and stand up, but rather sunk into my knees as I felt the wave of my own mental suffering overwhelm me. With my hair curtaining my face, I clutched my feverish neck and took in deep, greedy breaths. Grievous hovered above me. Waiting there, watching. Probably expecting me to run or something.

But, when I saw his hand coming down to pick me up once more, I scrambled to crawl backwards, "Why?!" I finally shouted, as I looked about the room desperately for an escape, "Even Hondo didn't want me dead!" I regretted my loud cry shortly after the pain in my throat swelled.

Seeing no exit plan around, I tried to pull myself together. 'Come on, Kale. If you're going to die, at least die with some dignity.'

Biting my lip, I clutched the rim of the cargo box beside me, and brought myself back up to my feet. Wobbling only slightly. Facing Grievous with my full height, which didn't count for much, I was only inches away from his face when I sneered, "What's Dooku's game?"

The General laughed at me as he drew out one of his lightsaber. "You're show is swaying neutral systems against the Separatists. The Count wants it stopped immediately," Igniting his saber, he wielded the daunting blade close to the map of my chin, "and it seems 'Question Corner' can only die with you."

Feeling the heat of the blade draw nearer, I cringed slightly. "How is that going to help you get back your votes? I interview you and then I show up dead. General, that's as easy as 2 + 2." Suddenly, when I realized what he was here for, my once tense muscles uncoiled, "Unless...you're not going to kill me."

He replied to my statement, "I'm here as your warning, Miss Kale." He leaned in menacingly, "Stop your show or suffer the consequences. That beating is only a taste of what my master can do to you if you choose otherwise." With this said, he turned off his lightsaber and began; His black cloak smacking me in the face as he did so.

When the door swooshed shut behind him, I dropped my head in defeat; muttering, "It's going to be one of those days."