"This place will become your home… This place will become your tomb…"

Count Dooku with hands folded behind his back walked down the corridors with an ascendant nature. The bowels of a Separatist ship were laid with an interesting design not familiar to many within the Republic. A few droids marching about which he passed with received exhalation.

Approaching one of the doors, there were two monstrous B2 Super Battle Droids standing guard. Light from outside space reflected off their armor magnificently. These machines were mighty and terrifying.

Dooku nodded to the one on the right, and he turned around and pressed a few buttons on the wall. After a few beeps, the door opened revealing the inside contents.

Kenobi, Senator Amidala, and Skywalker are all strung up like swine to the slaughter. Blue energy encapsulated around their arms and legs, spreading them apart. All bruised and cut from various wounds, they were not in good shape. Specifically, the senator, who had blood dripping down her lips and seemed the most injured, due to the heavy blow that Grievous inflicted not too long ago. She was completely passed out and unresponsive.

Dooku simply smiled looking at them with happy contentment, "Now tell me, what did two fine young Jedi do to enter such a predicament?"

Kenobi looked up with a smile in return, "Well I do not know, you should tell me."

Anakin simply glared at Dooku with a vile stare that he even recognized, "And you young Skywalker, mind explaining yourself?"

"Why would I ever speak to scum like you?!" He retorted.

The Count sighed, "Over the past, I have been quite reasonable. I could have you executed here and now if I choose to… but I will show mercy once again."

"Oh joy," said Kenobi.

"You will be exchanged back to the Republic for all Separatist prisoners housed on Coruscant."

"Are you kidding me?" Skywalker lashed out.

"Oh? And you think I did not know about the 'secret' transmitter that the senator was sending back to Coruscant?"

Both Skywalker and Kenobi turned to Padme with a bit of surprised reprisal.

"The demands will be met," he chuckled, "or you will be jettisoned into space."

Skywalker did his best to physically lash out by lurching his body forward, which only jiggled the cell he was in. Seeing the young Jedi squirm brought a bit of humor to the Count he concluded,

"Enjoy your stay, Jedi."

The rubble from the once infamous Long Night of Solace let out smoke and ash. Its mighty remains are scattered on the desolate planet for miles. Nothing could be more unsettling for any of the inhabitants of the nearby area. Smog drifts everywhere like a flood. Scorched earth was pixelated by the heat to such a degree that it formed glass in some areas where the setting was just right. Death was everywhere. A few scattered scorched remains of Covenant deckhands and soldiers, and with that was the fallen and smell of rotting and burnt bodies.

Amongst the veiled death and uncertainty, was a voice. A deep tone echoed in the chaos, almost grasping for the past, on what now was. Getting closer it became more clear. A tall metal man broad at the shoulders. The well-known and respected Jorge 052. Armor battle-worn and covered in rubble, the faded paint told of his patronage. He did not have his helmet on, and one could tell of his twilight age. Gray hair and beard with eyes that are just beginning to gray out as well. Even still, he was just as deadly with all those hindrances (which still were hardly there) despite the thought.

"Noble Actual, this is Noble Five, come in," his Hungarian accent was faint but there.

Static coming over his microphone, clear and frustrated it seemed that many tries failed. After a few more seconds of dead air, he continued,

"Noble One, Noble Six," he coughed slightly, "does anyone copy?… damn it."

Taking a look at his surroundings, he ambled around in the desolate wasteland. A glare in the sand caught his eye above the crystallized rubble that had been galvanized. He knew this ping instantly. As he approached he bent over grunting slightly, moving around the sand out of the way. It was his helmet, an MK IV grade Grenadier model, with a UA armor attachment on the front of the hood. The red visor was dimmed but recognizable.

Staring into it for a moment, the scratched surface was a lot more worn since the last time he saw it. Within its deep reflection it blurred his face, and from the deep void echoed, "Reach has been good to me, don't deny me this."

What happened? To be honest, he wanted to be dead. The best sacrifice and the conclusion to his life story was a lie. Reach was his and forever the guardian of his childhood… if one could even call his early years a childhood. He thought he could finally have rest and give back to his planet… but that was a façade.

The longer he gazed the more regret started to grow within him. Like an anchor to his gut, the remorse was overwhelming. It could not be undone, that was the conclusion.

Shaking his head he grunted with thick dismay. He put the helmet on and sealed it around his neck with a thin but quick puff of air. A quick dim moment of silence before the familiar sound of his energy shields booting up came upon his armor. Orange pixels glossed over the body giving Jorge a comfortable sense of protection.

Shaking his fists he unclipped his backpack. It fell to the floor (or sand) with a hard thud sinking into the dirt. He stared at it for a moment as if he had a strange connection with it. Yes, an emotionless backpack, but still nonetheless, like a man selling his first car there was a sense of somberance here.

"Don't need this," he mumbled.

Walking away from the wreck which he had awoken from, he was surprised when he walked to the top of a hill. The sandy hill rippled by the wreckage and destruction creating a tel. Reaching the top of sorts, he gazed around to see empty sand as far as the eye could go. Gazing behind the shipwreck for one last moment, he gruffed.

Through the wasteland of sand, he trotted. Careful not to overuse his energy to over-exert himself, the MJOLNIR suit inside did fairly well to block the outside unbearable heat. A line of footsteps in the sand traced back hundreds of yards from where he started was very contrasted to the mostly untouched virgin sand around. The sun above beating down on him in a glaring way even in his suit.

After long amounts of walking and an untold amount of distance, eventually he reached a town. Or, something like that. Ruined buildings all around. Made of clay and dried mud these huts were strange and off-putting to Jorge. Smolder lifted to the heavens from various scorch marks and incinerated buildings.

As he moved through the town he saw something he did not expect to see. Bodies… human bodies. But these were not UNSC? Their strange white armor was something of a perplexment to him. Even more so, were the remnants of… robots? Tan robotic figures lay dormant and broken from their various injuries scattered everywhere in the village street with the body. Using his Spartan detective skills, double the bots to soldiers, and the bots being inside the huts, they were ambushed.

He got down on one knee and lifted a strange doll buried in the rubble. It was linked with three button eyes and three ears, a small body, and a massive head. A little girl's doll, in the middle of this? Civilians did not have time to evacuate.

The deep thought was short with a quick and loud grunt from behind. Four men… or creatures. Bipedal riding these strange large reptilian creatures. The creatures, (Twi'leks) had long tail-like things attached to the back of their heads, which seemingly made their heads look bigger. Their skin is varied and not the same as others. Green, pink, red, and even brown.

Their clothing was normal, or well, in terms of military equipment, at least from the Spartan's perspective. No armor, just clothing with a few knapsacks and satchels.

These creatures though, that they were riding, (Blurrgs) had a huge mouth and two beady eyes. Two small T-rex-like arms, and two powerful legs. With a long tail like a lizard, these things were almost six feet tall (shorter than the spartan by over a foot) but still intimidating nonetheless.

As the riders approached, one of them raised an eyebrow, "Who are you and what are you doing here."

"I am Spartan 052, tell me uh…" he hesitated realizing the question might sound weird, "Are you UNSC?"

They looked confused and their reptilian creatures ambled forward a few steps. Jorge as an instinct took a few back seeing the potential hostility. With the creatures beginning to salivate, they looked hungry.

"The Blurrgs don't like you," one of the humanoids said with a devilish grin.

"I don't mean any trouble," Jorge said, now raising his hands and taking another step back.

"How do we know he's not a Separatist?" mumbled one of them to the other (who seemed to be the leader or officer).

The Spartan huffed confused, "What's a Separatist?"

"Hm," At that moment the officer contemplated himself. But no matter what it seemed, it came to no avail. One of the Blurrgs lost it and despite the rider's direction lost control and charged the metal man. It cleared the distance very quickly for how large and almost unagile it looked to be. The Spartan instant reacts by diving out of the way like a Spaniard with a red flag to a bull.

Two Blurrgs like a rush charged the Spartan as well. The fourth, bucked one of the riders was not prepared off the back of the creature into the sand. That Blurrg turned around and dug into its dinner, its rider. Like a starved animal it showed down crunching on its own master. Bones cracked as the humanoid let out helpless screams being eaten alive. The pleas for help were very short-lived as death came quickly.

The other three riders were in a panic as they lost control of their creatures. Jorge dashed again to the left dodging one of them, and grabbed its tail in Spartan-Time, something no normal human could do in any training or timing.

Bending it to a ninety degree the creature wailed and bucked off its rider letting out wails and cries as its tail snapped in an unnatural direction easily breaking bones and ligaments. The rider himself due to the buck was thrown off the side and was trampled underfoot. A thousand pounds of reptilian muscle smashed into the humanoid as it danced around experiencing one of the pains it's probably ever felt.

The mangled corpse twitched as limbs were bent in gruesome directions and displacements… which means this poor soul was still alive and dying in the worst way possible.

No time for remorse, as the other two riders rather than opening fire to their creatures in a panic shot at Jorge., which the Spartan deflected with his wrist. Noticeably the energy blasters, something largely he is mostly familiar with (Covenant technology anyway) pierced his shields with greater fallout than he was expecting. Shields at half from the couple blows, his MJOLNIR beeped loudly at him telling of the damage.

Diving into the small hut to the side, inside was the destroyed body of one of these strange robots. He picked up what looked like a gun or weapon of sorts (E5 Blaster rifle), immediately inspecting it to see if there was a safety attached. Finding none he turned and unleashed its capabilities on one of the riders. Surprised to little recoil that standard UNSC and even Covenant Weaponry, red bolts streaked across the street making landings upon the chest of one of the men. A few last gasps of breath before lumping off straight to the ground. He hastily went back into cover as debris chipped off the hut from blaster fire.

"What the hell is wrong with you creatures!" He turned back to the Blurrgs mostly in disarray and disoriented from previous encounters, "I should skin you and sell you for—"

Before the damned thing could finish his sentence the Blurrg with the bent tail grabbed the rider by the arm chomping down on it. A yell of excruciating pain rushed his body as he was dragged off his saddle like cattle to slaughter. Chomping down on its lunch the poor thing was helpless to respond.

Four strange riders that Jorge did not even recognize went out by their animals, how ironic. He took a slight second to breath but noticed something in the corner of his eye. The first Blurrg, staring down Jorge like a dingo growled and showed its teeth wanting more like a hungry wolf. The body of the previous owner was mangled and guts flooded everywhere behind streaking the street in red liquid.

It took two steps forward before charging like a rabid dog. Roaring and stomping fast it was a lot faster once again than the Spartan initially anticipated. Stuck in the alley of two huts he opened fire and only got two rounds out, both bouncing off the face hide of the creature, like armor.

Click, click, click, nothing.

"Shit," he said. Now he charged the reptile without hesitation or fear. At the last second, he leaped like a superhuman, clearing over its head and the fast and loud chomps from its mouth. The Spartan walked along the back of the thing for two graceful and elegant steps before clearing out. With a diving roll into the open street, he turned back to see the Blurrg who was too slow to react. It slammed into the wall, breaking straight into the building causing dust and rocks to chip about. It turned around looking for only a moment before the rest of the two-story house above came crumbling at the foundations slamming into it on the base level. Being smothered in its own brutish and clumsy handy work only a simple squeal was heard before it was buried by a whole mud house.

Jorge snapped back around to see the remaining three Blurrgs circling him like vultures. On the floor was a six-foot piece of rebar about two inches wide. He grabbed it creating a soft metal ping on the ground. Flinging it around in a defensive stance, Jorge grinned underneath his helmet, "My turn."

The creatures huffed and bellowed and roared. Charging ahead all three of them created an earthquake of charging from their stampede. One by one they came which made it easy for the Spartans to respond. Quick and sharp he smacked one with the end of the bar using it like a quarterstaff, quickly changing his momentum to the other end of the staff when the other Blurrg came into melee range. Bones were crushed and bruised as these creatures received tougher damage than they were used to by their normal human captors.

The third (the one with the broken tail), approached along attempting a low bite to the torso. It got within a few inches from the metal target before a back fist met it in the eye. A force so powerful that it shattered like glass. Hollering in pain it squirmed back a bit giving the Spartan the upper hand. Spinning the bar around a bit for force he stabbed it vertically into the being's head. So fast and hard going clean through the back neck, any reaction via vocal cords was shut as it severed through the lungs piercing it entirely. Blood spat out for a moment as the creature convoluted for its last time.

The two others seeing the death of their brother howled in anger. They jumped at Jorge, the both of them and even he was caught off by this double action.

He kicked one on the left in the face disorienting the Blurrg grunting in annoyance.

The other, got way too close for comfort, to which the Spartan's instant reaction was to literally, put a fist in its throat. Entering the belly of the beast, it did not have time to even bite down before Jorge grabbed onto the walls of its insides and pulled at it for a second. Its eyes grew as the tongue and parts of the throat were yanked out like a rabbit out of a hat… a very bloody rabbit out of a hat.

Tongue and guts hung from its fist as the being had no words or emotions to describe the agony it just witnessed. The victory was short-lived, however, as the final Blurry quickly mounted Jorge with a forceful might sending him on his back to the ground and sand. It drooled onto the visor of the Spartan and bit hard over and over and over again trying to get a munch at the metal man's head. One hand to its nostril and one to its lower lip the Spartan did his best to hold the creature back with all his might. The weight of this thing was much more than even a Jiralhanae, and the power, the animalistic and primal power, was something that even a Spartan would have struggled with pound for pound.

They struggled for another moment, going back and forth seeing who would give in. Jorge at this point was groaning hard to keep the reptilian at bay, which only made it growl louder. It slowly against all odds chomped inches away from the head of the Spartan.

Until a loud bang was heard.

Streaking through the air was a loud but powerful single-red blaster bolt. It punctured the hide of the animal like a tank round embedding deep into the mail of the thing. It was not enough to kill it, but just enough to give Jorge a single moment of advantage, which is all he needed.

Lifting his left arm with vigorous might he smashed it into the Blurrg's open wound that was caused by that sniper round. It squawked out for a moment, tongue flinging out of its mouth as the injury was in the neck nerve, just above the jawline. It completely stopped what it was doing for a moment as a form of paralysis set in. This only furthered the Spartan's upper hand as he shoved his fist deeper into the bloody hole of the beast. It wailed and then completely stopped for a moment. Choking on its blood, Jorge did not notice that his fist went straight through the back of the creature's throat. The eyes rolled back into its head as it let out one last breath of life. It went limp, which gave the Spartan the ability to freely move his other hand.

Rolling it over, he pulled his fist out glaring in disgust as it was completely soaked in strange gooey blood. Laying on his back, his fist completely soaped in the stuff, it dripped slightly onto his armor.

He sat up and turned in the direction of the energy sniper round to find out who his savior was.

To his surprise, a figure was standing (a little shorter than he) metallic and covered slightly in darkness by the setting sun behind him casting a deep shadow. As it ambled closer, he noticed the strange rifle that had never been seen before. In fact… Now that he thinks about it, nothing here he had seen before, and that reality is just beginning to set in.

As the two got closer and details became more defined, Jorge could see it.

MJOLRNIR Mk. VI? Those designs were completely indisputable. It had to be the new brand that every Spartan heard of and coveted. It hardly had been field-tested on Reach and a Spartan. This was just too advanced. How much time has he missed? But something does not make sense… there were not any lone Spartan IIs to his knowledge, and this figure was way too broad or tall to be an SIII (Noble Team was entirely composed of SIIIs except for Jorge who gave him a reference).

As they got within ten yards of each other, Jorge could tell this thing was in shock, or stunned for that matter. When all one wears is armor, the littlest emotions could be noticed and seen, especially amongst Spartan brethren.

It started him up and down before mumbling, "Jorge?"

Eyes widened behind the visor of Spartan 052. That voice, the deep raspy tone. It pierced his soul, he knew what it was. After all these years and countless unavails, he had not seen this man in what felt like a lifetime. It almost brought half a year to the man's eye,

"John. It's been a while."

"Yes, it has."

Another World

GOJIRA

Hey all, it's me again. Hopefully, that was not too long of a wait. This chapter was an interesting one for me to conceive. I did some brief research on the Blurrgs, and I was fairly surprised at how strong they were in lore and not just legends. Had to make the scene a little on the spicy side, apologize for the brief gore, could not go too deep as this was rated T.

Anywho, a new story is coming up soon so stay tuned for that. Love this story too and where it is going, the next couple of chapters in mind are going to blow your pants off don't worry. I keep moving and keep writing!

Comments!

SupremeSongLeader - trust me with general grievous, collecting energy swords. I have so many ideas for that lol. The next chapter will focus on Spec, Ahsoka, and Rex. I'm taking a kind of a Clone Wars approach to the story where multiple stories are kind of going on all at the same time, it keeps things interesting and keeps the world moving. although, unlike the Clone Wars, this will have a consistent and cohesive story, which is something that the Clone Wars generally lacked (no offense). Not saying it's bad or anything but it was when you think about it one or two episode flicks expanding a whole war which for what it was TRYING to do was excellent, just for story purposes is fairly inconsistent in my opinion. What I'm trying to say is that Star Wars the Clone Wars is a collage of stories and tales across a bigger picture/war focusing on multiple agendas and characters. Rather I would write a smaller cast with a more set story and less jumbled timeline. That's just me.

And to what you mentioned about Grievous, yes I got SO many plans for him lol. I feel like Grievous in lore with the big screen/shows are hardly touched on. I think that's cause Disney is too scared too because they would have to make it dark/extremely violent and that is something that they are generally unwilling to do. I just want to give him justice as he is my favorite Star Wars Character.

Sci-Fi Guy 22 - Nice to see ya again man! How ya been? To your comment… you'll just have to read it more to find out :) and yea I will keep up the good work, I won't post anything less!

ideal man - yea that was my whole inspiration for this story in the first place. There's an old quote that I live by, I don't know who said it but anyway, "if there is a type of story you want to be told, write it yourself," and I think that's a very inspirational cause to be honest I love the CIS, and it's such a I think misrepresented faction in Star Wars. I want to give it some more humanistic light rather than just being the stereotypical "bad guys" that the "good guys" have to go fight, because by enlarge, I actually agree with the Separatists politically more than the Republic in the context of the Star Wars universe. I hope this starts amongst the FanFiction community and people start taking my idea and expanding on it because it's a niche idea that not a lot of people really do, which is kind of sad. But anyway, time will tell.

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