"Army or not… you must realize… you are doomed."

Tip of the Spear

Halo: Reach

"The Ion Cannon has been repaired and we are ready for the full assault on the Republic Medical Station! I will continue this siege!" exclaimed Grevious with a proud tone.

"No, you will not," said Dooku.

"But my Lord… I thought…?" Grievous' voice was angered yet confused. He stared at the hologram of his Master Count Dooku, projecting onto the bridge of the Malevolence.

"I will personally oversee Ryloth, Tambor's leadership skills have been… lacking, I want to keep this warship out of the Republic's eye for as long as possible."

"What will you have me do?" his automated voice sounded dumbfounded.

Dooku grinned gently, "It will take a few days as the hyperspace travel will be quite the journey… my master has told me of this UNSC, a colony of theirs is being attacked. I want you to go there and personally oversee the ground defense."

"What will this accomplish? There is no Jedi? And this colony does not concern me, or this mighty vessel."

"You will see, this will spark something greater, General. Trust me. Defend them. I will personally unite with them shortly. The capture of Kenobi and Skywalker will tip the negotiation scale in our favor."

The smile upon his face was devilish and quaint. Almost the last time the Kaleesh Warlord recalled such a glare was when Dooku told him of his first hunt, his first Jedi… in the depths of those Geonosian catacombs all that while ago. Instinctually having that type of gaze gave the General a spark of hope… conquering vigor. To which he would happily chuckle back,

"Yes… my Lord."

Coming out of Hyperspace the mighty vessel of death drifted. It stood hovering over a planet below. Lights flickered from the cities below, and a few smoldering wrecks from ship husks around. The battle that took place around them previously had to be bloody. Grievous has not seen so many shipwrecks in such a concentrated area ever before. at least one not caused by the Malevolence.

But there was no time to dwindle, the Malevolence in a matter of seconds came under heavy fire. It rumbled, yes the Malevolence rumbled for the first time in its existence. of course, the bombing run from Skywalker caused the same amount of ruckus, but that was after a multitude of damage.

This was the first blow.

These strange vessels, slender and a deep bluish-purple, fired purple car-sized bolts at the Separatist dreadnought circling in a counter-clockwise motion. The SDV-class Heavy Corvette is used for all purposes. But of course, the droids had no idea what this was (and neither did the Covenant onboard their respective ships).

"Two ships in weapons range, General!" said one of the pilot droids.

He exclaimed, waving his fist, "Open fire!"

A lion roared as cannons unleashed their power upon the smaller vessels. White pixelated hexagons fractaled over one another forming a shield as the lasers were seemingly absorbed. Not well, but just well enough. To the general's surprise, these warships took quite the beating from the lasers.

The return fire upon the hull of the dreadnaught was seen from the reflections upon the hull. After a few minutes of bombardment on both sides, Grievous turned to the bridge mate, "Charge the ion cannon!"

As both sides were at a seemingly stalemate, the two Covenant vessels waged war against the separatist's crown jewel of their fleet.

As the mechanical whirr spun up from beneath the ship, the ion cannon began to charge. It had a sinister intent diabolically charging. As neutrons themselves spun around at the speed of light stuck inside of its cylinder, the future beheld them. Purple energy grew brighter and brighter until it was as bright as the sun.

Upon its climax, the pinkish energy fumed over the top like a volcano about to erupt. One of the droids turned in its chair, "cannon charged General!"

"Fire!" Grievous pointed out to one of the alien ships still blasting to its starboard side.

The roar in the soundless space could feel like the trembling of a mighty earthquake. Purple and pink electricity shot through the void in a burst of speed. Passing all debris and rocks in its wake nothing could stop it. It bellowed towards its target at hundreds of miles per hour. Striking the strange purple vessel energy passed over it like an unwelcome hug shocking and tazing the entire hull.

Lights from inside the vessel turned off, and the ship began to drift dead in space. Smoke quickly came off the armor but was suffocated by the vacuum.

The Malevolence loomed over the dying ship like a grizzly to a fawn. Unleashing a barrage of fire at the ship even its unfamiliar and strong technology could not hold. Being torn apart from limb orange and red explosions riddled the entire body. Boom after boom unfolded from the dozens of cannons ignoring the other vessel actively firing upon the Malevolence. Focusing on the weaker prey it stood no chance. purple and blue fireballs combusted within the vacuum as holes. The size of cars were formed within the husk of a vessel.

In a matter of seconds, the ship was torn to shreds. Out the observation window, Grievous hunched over and twiddled his fingers cackling maliciously. Seeing the ship fall away in two separate chunks from the vigorous abuse Grievous turned around, "Ignore that one! Go for the other!"

"It is in retreat Sir!" said one of the droids.

He pointed out, seeing the other vessel turning around and leaving, "Follow it! I want no survivors!"

The dreadnaught did a hard thirty-degree turn to the right following the smaller alien ship fleeing from danger. It seemed as if the smaller ship was slightly faster. The following sight was something that Grievous did not expect. A purple portal of the entrance of sorts appeared from nowhere in front of the purple vessel. As the thing entered the portal it began to slowly disparate from the air of space and slowly from existence.

The General, stunned, ambled to the front of the observation deck. Just as the Malevolence was within weapons range again, the back tail half of the ship entered the blackish-purple portal which collapsed around it from behind. A small blip of energy was what remained. It faded into the abyss twinkling of the light.

The droid automaton howled in anger and smacked his fist on the glass. The droids working at their stations although lifeless, had a sense of fear shooting into them.

A busy bridge of men and women scurrying around their stations. A battle raged outside between the Covenant and the UNSC. Half a dozen UNSC warships and covenant carriers went back and forth exchanging blows with one another (three SDV-class Heavy Corvettes, four CCS-class Cruisers, a single halcyon light cruiser, two Marathon-class heavy cruisers, a single Valiant-class Super Heavy Cruiser, and the infamous UNSC Infinity, unique to its kind respectively).

The deck of this UNSC Infinity specifically was overwhelmed with activities and duties onboard. In the center were two officers in their shiny dark uniforms overlooking a dark green holographic display, on a table in front of them. They were tense and focused. Busy and moving all over many other sailors would come up asking for their attention as the skirmish continued. Bellowing from the insides of the ship rocked the whole thing.

Eventually one of the NCOs came to them in a red uniform one-suit. He seemed concerned and frantic for the officer's attention, "Captain! Captain! The Covenant Reinforcements have been intercepted!"

"By whom?" the officer raised an eyebrow and looked to the other, "we called for no assistance?"

"Not by us! By another ship!" frantically pulling out a tablet he pressed a few buttons to log in. Afterward, he continued to a security camera feed from a satellite. On it was the massive Malevolence single-handedly engaging the two Corvettes. The film was sped up to 10x speed. With the size and girth of the warship and its unrecognized design, it was astounding. Both the Captain and his officers who watched were dumbfounded by the efficiency and swiftness of the Separatists dreadnaught of doom.

"Where is this now?" asked the Captain.

"On the far side of the planet."

Grievous cocked his head to the side, confused by a sound coming through the front of the bridge. As he approached, he was bewildered by a notification that he did not recognize at first glance.

"What is this?"

"The new programming for the battle units," said the droid.

"I ordered no reprogramming?!"

"This was done by Count Dooku Sir."

Letting out a sigh of annoyance he shook his head, he stared at the schematics of the programming and was surprised. It was an in-depth thorough overhaul friendly to enemy recognition systems. Strange soldier designs were on there that the General had not seen, and were listed as allies. UNSC Marines, civilians, super soldiers, ODST's, etc. It was as if tabs had been kept on this government for a long time. Dozens upon dozens of files uploading to a dormant army's brain.

"What is this?" he mumbled.

Cutting off the line of thought was a tactical droid entering the bridge. The swift automatic sound of two metal doors swooshing open. The tactician held a holographic clipboard of sorts.

"General," its fake monotone voice was set and balanced, "the army is ready to be deployed on demand. There is an enemy encampment in a city on the planet's surface, I suggest we target there first."

Still bewildered, the General hesitated. Only a moment though, as he followed, realizing the deadness in the room, "Ready the ships!"

A city ravaged by war and destruction glistened in the noon sun. Ash and smoke from skyscrapers added their song of death to the heavens drifting upward with the choking smog. Riddled streets with small fires and rubbed cars. Covenant forces moved from street to street killing civilians and any opposing forces.

The main city had little time to evacuate. Most of the buildings still had children, women, and elderly in them. Many rushed out into the streets to get away from the alien horrors that stood in their way. Elites standing at over seven feet tall would easily annihilate entire homesteads with little oppression. The worst part of all is that it was four years after the war, and the Covenant should have been abandoned… The slaughter should have been over.

But this was not true.

In the center of the chaos driving civilians through the streets to safety was a single platoon of Marines. They did their absolute best acting as guardians through. Even a small squad of ODSTs provided a lookout on the rooftop above one of the buildings.

Screaming people dashed around a street corner to security. A single marine ran through the rubble without a weapon and was badly wounded. Blood dripped down his arm and sweat drenched his whole face. Adrenaline kept him going as he was running for his life.

He ran through waving his arms frantically screaming, "Wraith! Wraith!"

The unholy blue flare from heaven descended upon the poor trooper. A guided yet elegant hurl of plasma scorched the earth to the size of a truck. The nothing left of his remains scattered like dust in the wind as concrete and rubbish cast themselves into the air.

"Oh crap!" one of the Marines said chambering their rifle before letting loose their gunfire. The wails from the civilians grew now to an even louder degree. The whole platoon opened fire taking tactical cover positions. Bullets bounced and deflected off the hull of the blue Covenant tank like it was nothing.

As it got closer and within range it let loose another mortar in their general direction, not even aiming for the soldiers but for troopers and civilians alike. A single blast annihilated two troopers and two civilians immolating their remains.

As the tank grew closer it was in eye range of the ODST's on the rooftops. A single rocket from the infamous SPANKR streaked down to the ground hitting the tank dead center. There was a contrail of smoke which grasped everyone's attention to the rooftops seeing the squad of black soldiers acting as their own personal guardian angels.

The explosion of blue and orange combined over one another to form a different color. The smoldering wreckage sat there for a moment adding just another pile to the tomb of warfare.

Distant gunshots and artillery rounds were still in the distance, but that corridor was nearly quiet. This was very strange to try to take in such a view, the city, only weeks before hand was one of the most beautiful and breathtaking sites within the outer colony. now it's a destroyed and desolate hole where utter chaos and death occurs.

On the rooftops, they could see it all. The sun to their backs, poking through the clouds, created a glaring blaze that even their shaders on the inside of their advisors had difficulty protecting. It was very blaring. But over all the disarray there was something else brewing. One of them could hear it, the sound of a distant distant engine whirring in the sky. At first the heart jumped for joy thinking it was reinforcements as it decently did not sound Covenant in origin. But it was definitely not.

"Oh damn," mumbled one of the ODSTs looking through a pair of binoculars out in the distance, "Sarge you should see this," passing the binoculars over to his commanding officer.

As the NCO gazed through it his eyes behind his helmet grew. Leaning forward he took a short gasp, "What in the hell?"

Passing the clouds and buildings were three strange aircraft gently hovering toward their position from the sky. Heavens gates a opened as the sun reflected off from behind them hiding their frame a bit. Their strange pointed-out design shocked the troops.

The blueish-grayed-out colors dimmed in the sun. Three C-9979 Landing Crafts descended to the surface landing on the main street only fifty yards from the fleeing civilians and troopers. The men and civilians stopped and gazed in confusion. Never before had any of them seen such a thing. Not Covenant and not UNSC, this was something different… something more. They looked like floating angles defending below, but anyone worth their weight would approach with caution.

All three vessels stayed for a moment in complete silence as they landed. The one in the center however had loud puffs of air as the main doors opened wide. Black within the inside, the humans could not tell what was there.

As the main ramp lowered to the ground, General Grievous personally paraded out taking heavy footsteps down the walkway. Cloaked from the neck to the ankles he veered around to his surroundings taking in the strange but chaotic nature.

He came to the floor sinking his spidered toes into the rubbled ground feeling the dirt and chipped cement.

An entire army of B1 Battle Droids came marching out in a synched harmonious sound. Walking out in their standard formation of ten by ten, there were over two thousand droids just in this march. Their numbers to a sea of robots, impossible to count with the eye. Thunderous steps rocked the world itself as it created an Olympic clap with each step as if it was sponsored by Thor or Zeus himself. It was a mighty display of overwhelming power, and it was one that defiantly got the message across.

Every Covenant or Human for at least a mile would turn their heads for a moment trying to place the sound to where it was coming from. Their choir echoed within the city itself. bouncing off the apocalyptic looking buildings, making it almost impossible to pinpoint where they actually were. A new layer of intimidation set in. As everyone could hear it… But no one could figure out where it was.

As the other two ramps opened from the other landing crafts, it was something like clockwork. any sound of previous was amplified threefold, making it almost earshattering to even stand next to. Their numbers turned from a sea to an ocean, specs to the grains within the sand on the beach, the gray and faded colors reflected off their armor to a tan. That whole side of the city had be graced by such a mighty presence.

To this new world Greivous has found, the Separatist Alliance has come.

Going through the streets Grievous at the front of the line his eyes squinted seeing the destroyed buildings. A few corpses of aliens he did not apprehend. Humans wearing armor and uniforms were perplexed by their fallen bodies. The aliens or the unfamiliar ones, strangely interested the General. He stared at their remains reminiscing of what could have been, or what could be. It was a strange sense of honor, but it was out of pity, not respect.

Eventually Grievous through the muck with his army approached the UNSC Marines. The civilians behind them, scared, were completely baffled by the approaching force. As the General got within ten yards of the Marines who held the line, their weapons pointed down range to the droid warlord. Their weapons did not phase him, however, and he just kept moving closer. Eventually, he held up his fist and the entire droid brigade stopped behind him. Their thunderous altercation with the environment came to a quick halt. Booms from the echoing atmosphere settled in as the robots stood at a perfect still.

The sergeant gulped looking at the strange robotic warrior standing as tall as a Sangheili veering to them.

"Are you UNSC?" he asked.

Grievous approached a few more steps, getting within range to where they could hear his deep and raspy breaths, "I am General Grievous with the Separatist Alliance… I am here to oversee the defense."

All the Marines looked confused at one another. A few short whispers here and there before the officer continued, "We got civilians and wounded inside the city, the Covenant have taken the city center. I should take you to see Colonel Hendrix."

"Leave that to me," he continued before moving even closer and eventually passing the group of humans. Going through the crowd of wounded civilians and soldiers taking refuge among the rocks. He stood a towering foot and a half above most of them. He saw their agony and pain as he ambled by, and it did not even phase him. Did not care, did not feel, not even abided in the thought of sympathy.

If they were weak they were conquered, as simple as that, they are to be conquered.

Why should he care at all?

In the far distance, he could hear a strange sound, something he was not familiar with. The sound of marching.

The droids must have gotten someone's attention.

A small force of mostly Sangheili, Unggoy, and Kig-Yar, came down the riddled street. The General continued to walk in their direction, the massive representation of the droid assembly only a hundred yards behind. Getting closer he could make out the figure and colors of the humanoids.

The Sangheili interested Grievous greatly. They remind him of the stature of his own people just from the way they look. Similar in size as well it was a strange sense of respectful recognition from him.

He stood there, amassing an entire army with strange figures in front of him. There were at least two hundred in this force all staring back at Grievous.

200 to 6000.

Breaking free from the crowd was a single Sangheili. Draped in gold from head to toe it glistened in the sky above. A mighty warrior fronts the perspective of Grievous, and a match to beheld.

As the two approached each other, within a close distance, they stopped with the chunk of a building in between them as their only separation.

"You are not human," said the elite general, confused, intrigued, and disgusted all at the same time. The elegance and deepness of the tone in his voice told that story.

Grievous chuckled "I am not."

The autotuned voice threw him off. This was not a demon, something different… something almost abominable. "Why have you come… demon?"

"To conquer," if the cyborg could have a smile it would be wide, thick, and twisted. The twinkle in his eye yet told enough of the story. With the robe thrown to the side and over his shoulder, the cybernetic bright silver body of the warlord was exposed, shocking the elite to a bewildered degree.

Grabbing a single green blade from his hilt, Grievous ignited it, the blade shooting up toward the sky. The green reflected lightly upon his mail.

The Sangheili were undone at the sight. A blade of unknown origin? Who is this creature? It was straight like a Katana, is he not human? Forerunner perhaps? No, it could not be.

The challenge of combat was seen by the elite as he grinned with his mandibles. He too pulled out the handle of his blade, lighting up his energy sword. The Blue shrivel gave a different sound that the general had not seen or heard before.

The Energy Sword, the weapon of the Sangheili flabbergasted Grievous. It's sleek and smooth stabbing-based indents revealed itself to be such an elegant weapon, like a Lightsaber.

This casing and design have never been seen in the history of the Jedi Killer. Lightsabers were a language, each one being a different dialect and accent unique to their own… but this… this was different. Something new, something more… and he wanted it. It was his, no, it needed to be his.

Holding a contempt response the general leaped forward with his mechanical limbs squinting and clicking. A downward strike was given with a mighty slam. The Sangheili unfamiliar with this type of combat deflected it quite well. The energy sword is a thrusting weapon, not a traditional slashing sword.

Green clashed on blue creating a bright light of flashing. Onlookers, both human, Covenant, and the mindless droids dazzled at the sight.

They would swipe back and forth at fast speeds and significant strength. Uppercuts and jabs, inward strikes, everything was almost… magnificent.

The Sangheili did his best to match the style of the cyborg considering this was an entirely different weapon he was up against. Grievous meanwhile, font vigorously and with hate with even just one blade. A connoisseur of blades, it did not take him long to match in this fight.

Cackling a few times, it was exhilarating to finally have an opponent who could match his strength… his power. Jedi were his bane, but these… were his equal (in power anyway). It was new, it was a true challenge.

The Sangheili out of pure desperation to even his stature drew out a second blade and smote the General's. Doing a handstand flip backward, Grievous created a distance of about ten yards from the elite. He laughed a few times seeing the elite general standing there (trying to look intimidating) with his two energy swords in hand.

Unclipping his robes, it fell to the floor and drifted slowly. His arms contort and snap as they split apart. Four arms were revealed with four lightsabers in hand. Each blade lit up sending a new sense of fear to their hearts in a way.

Both Covenant and Human watching were paralyzed by the display.

In a blaze of madness and cackling the general began to move at unprecedented speeds. Four blades swooshing and slicing at the elites guarded two making him easily outnumbered. Although he did his best to defend which seemingly worked for a while, it was not enough.

A downward slash and an uppercut from two swords from the same limb smashed the sword out of the elite's left hand. It flew away in blue sparks, destroyed and mangled. He took a step back, taking a moment to recollect his war thoughts.

His eyes squinted seeing the Grievous four blades approaching with deadly intent. Two blows is what it took to take down the elite. One final jab inwards, which Grievous blocked, followed with three blades descending upon the golden Sangheili from three different directions.

It sliced him in multiple directions, creating three different seared remains, upper, lower, and mid-half sections.

The Covenant infantry behind were surprised to see their general fall in the way that he did. Darkness fell over their morale as the droid warlord deactivated his lightsabers.

Grievous simply just veered over the creature's remains, bending over slightly and picking up the energy sword's hilt with a free hand. Staring at it like a master of an artwork, he took it in. All of its detailed designs. Pressing inward, the blade shot out from his hand. Deep blue contrasted and reflected on his mask as he got up close inspecting it.

"A fine addition to my collection," he mumbled, "Dooku was right, it was worth it after all."

Holding up his fist, he waved downward and began to chuckle.

The droid army behind him began to march forward. Standard formation was unbelievably terrifying.

Now with the Covenant forces confused just for a moment. Their beloved general fell in combat the way that he did… putting almost a sense of fear in them. Even Grievous could smell it. It filled his lungs with its sweet aroma giving him determination and a will to continue… and push deeper.

The Covenant started to take defensive positions. Grunts and Jackals in the front, and Elites in the back.

As they moved around seeing the approaching droid mass, one of the grunts pointed out, "Look see! I see humans!"

In the back of the army were marines and civilians getting ready to move again farther away from the city. An elite Ultra appalled by the sight roared in anger, "They protect humans! Kill them all!"

Both droid and Covie opened fire on one another, crossing colors of plasma and lasers. It lit up the sky and all the buildings around.

Grievous amidst the chaos ignited his newly conquered energy sword in hand, pointing it forward he charged the Covenant troops.

The very sight of this ached the elite's hearts with grief and rage. Their fallen leader's sword in the hands of the enemy? And being used by him? The disrespect was almost impossible to watch.

The two armies clashed, the Covenant unfamiliar with this type of foe. Their mindless bot-walks were dazing compared to their usually guerilla-style warfare of the UNSC and ONI. Droids dropped so quickly from plasma bolts creating black stains on their bodies. But, there was such an overwhelming wall of red blaster bolts it was impossible to peak without taking some damage. Jackals and elites were safe with their shields. But the grunt… not as lucky. Not a single small and slow hobbling grunt survived another minute. They were the oppressors, not they are being oppressed, which is a very strange feeling to experience.

The automatons began to approach the Covenant's dug encampment. Normal organics would never get this close. But these droids without thought emotion came closer and closer. Even though their troopers were being dropped, the endless army of robots seemingly never could end.

Grievous stepped back from the fray and stood up upon some fallen debris. He glared around to his now troops entering the city. If he could have he would have smiled. Instead, he stood there towering tall. A menace to everything and anything. Chuckling once, Grievous gazed again back to his new prize, the energy sword. He was perplexed and interested.

"Let's see what these new planets have to offer," he mumbled to himself.

Two Hours earlier…

Spec sat there hunched over in a spinning chair next to the main controls. He glanced over to his left and saw the injured padawan with burns and bruises. Still asleep she had a respirator on her face with a tube attached to the ceiling above.

Rex was in the front pilot seat with his helmet off and on the floor next to him. His eyes squint from his faint reflection out the windshield. His shaved head was smooth and different from the rest of his head. Faded blue telling of his officer rank upon his uniform. His blast wound seared into his mail, and a cloth wrapped around his stomach to cover and protect it.

A few rocks and asteroids floated outside creating a beautiful view. The brief refractions of colors from the far-off galaxies and their systems would stun the attention of most onlookers. Rex on the other hand, just sat there, squinting.

They had been there for a day and a half now, and it began to affect the young clone as he sighed, "I may as well mark the wall as we probably are gonna be here for a while."

"Not necessarily," said Rex.

The ship began to wake being tormented from the outside vacuum elements. The Hyperspace slowed as they came out of the faster-than-light-travel. Stars perplexed and came into existence in the blink of an eye. The stardust from nearby clouds was dark green with an interesting and beautiful hue. As the massive ship rotated to the right they could see it. The bright glow of a green luscious planet in front of them. A few white clouds here and there, but overall, an empty wasteland set before them.

The captain huffed, "What is that?"

"It looks different. I don't recognize this planet."

"What should we do?"

Almost instantly the area began to rumble from the barrage of fire taken from outside. Two strange warships of sleekish and purple designs engaged the Malevolence. Pounding their shields with purple balls of light it seemingly did more damage to them than it should have seemed. (these ships, the two of them were an older generational model of the SDV-class Covenant Heavy Corvette). Taking a look at these strange warships, the two clones were in a strange awe perplexed by the unfamiliar sight.

Another moment of rumbling came as a purple blast came too close to their escape pod. This kind of shocked Rex out of the trance.

Quickly press a few buttons here and there until the sounds of the escape pod's engine begin to whirr up. Another moment flew by as the lights from the inside began to hum. They flashed a bit, turning on, and the escape pod gained momentum.

"We are not going out there are we?" exclaimed the young clone.

Rex pointed to Ashoka, "If we sit here and do nothing we are wasting the only chance of getting out of here!" pushing the joystick of the controls forward there was a boost in energy to the engine. Like a rollercoaster taking off, they flew forward in the escape pod like being fired out of a cannon. Their heads flew back and sank into the headrests. Pebbles and rocks from the outside skid across the windshield.

As they entered the strange planet's atmosphere, the fire began to foliate around the metal capsule. It shook violently back and forth as the white cloud line came upon it.

"I'd strap in, this is gonna be a hard landing!" said Rex, grinding his teeth.

As they fell from the sky in a ball of fire, the escape pod smashed into the forest screeching across the swamp lands. Black smoke and ash folded over in its wake. Sliding almost a hundred yards before its stop, the bow tilted up catching itself before going back down and falling into the dirt.

Inside the hull, Spec and Rex were heavily breathing taking in their surroundings from the outside cracked windshield. Adrenaline was rushing through them like a river. The two clones looked at each other for a moment then quickly turned to Ashoka who was strapped into the side makeshift bed they made. She was still unconscious, surprisingly, but seemingly alright.

Taking a sharp breath, Spec sighed, "That could've been worse."

18th of June 2557

30 days before The Release

Let's gooooo, big battle scene. I liked my style of writing so if y'all don't like it idk… guess suck it? Haha. Well, anywho I'm SOO PUMPED.

Got so many ideas. I thought that scene with Grievous was cool and YES I HAD TO USE THE LINE WHY COULDN'T I??!

Hah yea. Anyway, a major announcement! I'll be writing or posting another story soon so stay tuned. It's more romance cause average romance stories are bland and predictable and it's boring. I want to change that. Do not worry that one is more of a pet project and will not affect the flow of this story.

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