General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

Absolutely Crazy (Part 2)

I know, I know. I've been gone for over a year. But I have lost all motivation to write for quite a while, and I couldn't bring myself to bring it up again for quite a long time. But I'm back now (hopefully), and I'll try to keep up with this book as well.

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Grievous was astonished by this woman.

Not only did she lack of fear, but she also didn't seem to give much about secrecy.

Without even a single question on Grievous side, she had begun to tell him her whole story, turning her back him as she continued to do whatever she was doing. She was a quick talker, the worlds flowing out of her mouth like a waterfall, making him almost dizzy as he tried to comprehend what was being said, even though it was quite difficult when it went on more than five minutes.

What else made him wonder about this woman was no matter what she talked about, might it be tragic or happy, she always sounded like the most gleeful being on the entire planet. She smiled all the way through her rant, he had heard it in her voice, and once she turned, she had the same expression she had looked at him with as before; Pure Happiness.

"Sorry, sorry.", she apologized quickly as she lifted a little robot off the table and set it to the floor. So that's what she's been working on all the while. "I know that I probably flooded your mind with information. But it's been a while since I have last had someone who has organic origin. F/R/N is much like a living being, but she's a Guardian and prefers to just run around and blast everything that moves. You have no idea how many setbacks I had from her being pissed off."

"Um...yes...", Grievous tried to form a sentence, yet all he could do was stutter as he stared at her, completely confused and not knowing what to do. He was aware that he looked like a fool right now, in front a female that probably held high power given those things that almost killed him multiple times, yet he could not become angered, as he was far too busy trying to work out what was said. "Y/N, right?"

"Yeah. That's my name.", she smiled as she activated the robot, simply smearing all of the oil on her hands into her pants. "But you can also call me N/N (Nickname). Whatever you prefer I guess. I don't really care, and even if I do you probably wouldn't. You look like someone who wouldn't."

"How come that nobody has ever heard about you?", he finally managed to ask, having enough composure to do so. "Such a talented inventor and scientist surely must work for someone powerful enough to make use of these...Droids out there."

"Ah, no. I don't work for anyone.", she shrugged as she watched the little thing trot, a little confused of what was going on, where it was. It also proceeded to run directly into the wall, which made her snort slightly. "Okay, I need on that. Back to your question; No. I'm all by myself. I had a master once who taught me, but she's dead now and I have probably hundreds of years of material stored on this ship. And those are Guardians, and not Droids. They simply exist to guard something, even though they'd also be perfect for war cause a lightsaber doesn't do dipshit against it."

The last part was added with a broad grin that made the cyborg somehow feel unnerved. But he was also glad to have this information, cause now he knew to avoid those damned things, especially this F/R/N, at all costs.

"I'm as surprised as shocked how every system seems to have failed to discover this massive ship as well as its owner and crew.", he growled lowly, feeling anger overtake him at the mere thought. "I assume that you have shields to prevent that from happening."

"Yup, four of them.", she grinned as she pushed a button and a hologram of the entire massive ship, which put both the Republic's and Separatist's to such a shame that it was embarrassing. Around appeared four layers in f/c color, glowing in a certain rythm. "One of them is actually enough, but I like to play safe. At least in that category. In others..."

She stopped talking and turned her head towards an entire hill of robotic parts which had obviously been grilled. She cleared her throat. "Yeah...not so much."

"I-I must say, I'm absolutely impressed.", Grievous sputtered, shaking his head. "Not only have you managed to sneak past all securities on both sides, but you have also managed to create an entire army all yourself. I have never met such a talented human, no, being before."

"Thank my master. She taught me everything.", she laughed and walked over to a sink, beginning to actually clean her hand now, even though her clothes were already a mess. "I'm only the one with...talented fingers..." To prove her point, she lifted the soaked ones and wiggled them around like they were little worms, splashing water around. "And a mind which sucks information up like a black hole and keeps it inside till I don't need it anymore and force myself to forget it. Or if I die...which could happen any moment."

"You sound...awfully enthusiastic when speaking about such a serious matter.", he could not help but say, pointing out her constant happiness. Y/N, however, only shrugged.

"What's the point in sulking about it? It's gonna happen anyway soo...let's just take it likely.", she laughed and let her fingers run through her hair. "Besides, I'm generally very enthusiastic person. My master told me that I'll kill me one day, but I don't care. I am how I am, and I'm simply too careless and stupid to change myself. And I'm alive and she's dead, soo..."

"You are a mystery to me.", Grievous muttered lowly, just not getting the woman in front of him. "You are unlike anyone I've ever seen before. And you are also the first inventor to speak lowly of themselves."

"I'm only telling the truth.", she spoke as she walked back towards him once more, now standing right in front of him, staring at her with her admittingly beautiful eyes. "Intelligent and clever are two different things. One has nothing to do with the other, and I pride myself in intelligence, but I lack of common sometimes. At least that's what my robots constantly tell me. But they could also say that because they hate me. Who knows, who cares? I do not."

"A mixture of talent and humbleness.", Grievous muttered under his breath, not for her to hear, but somehow, she still did.

"Yeah, maybe.", she spoke as she went to roam around in one of the hills of robotic parts, pulling out a larger arm that she dumbed on the table. "Sorry that I work while speaking, but gotta finish this, or else my lazy ass will let them lay around for another fives months, or a year...or a lifetime. Depends..."

The cyborg watched her work once more, fumbling around on the arm, and repairing whatever needed to repaired. "...on what?", he asked, curious of what she meant. However, she just shrugged.

"I don't know. On my mood I guess.", she muttered as she put them aside and set them onto the metallic surface. "I do whatever I feel like. Sometimes I work at the lab four days in a row, and others I just lay around and eat my favorite snacks. I love f/s (favorite snack), every loves f/s. Whoever doesn't is weird in my eyes."

A brilliant scientist, who manages to hide from the world while owning the most obvious ship in the entire galaxy and built an entire army of killer robots which were immune to lightsabers and probably lasers as well. General Grievous was astonished, more confused than he had ever been in his entire life, and for some reason, he wanted to know more. He knew that he should probably get rid of her or convince her to join the Separatists, and somehow, he could not make himself do so. He was...captivated by her, by her behavior, her ways of speaking and living.

It was all new to him, but apparently, by how he felt, that new wasn't that bad.

(Chapter 3 Coming Up)