The New Empire! (Reincarnated Male Reader X Massive Crossover harem)

A New Kaleesh Apprentice!

Currently, your Forces were fighting A War for the Kaleesh against their Ensalvers, as the Warrior People decided to fight for their rights and of course, you fully supported it so you had sent out troops to support them.

Of course, It was A Clean sweep but Sadly their Leader was Nearly Killed and his Beloved wife was Slaughtered as well. Of course, you had managed to save him and you went to check on him.

Y/n: Qymaen Jai Sheelal, The Leader of the Kaleesh. You nearly died from enemy hands before we saved you. Unfortunately, we could barely save any of you.

The Kaleesh grimaced as he was in A Full-blown Healing Tank most of his Body was torn away and his guts were showing. He was on the Brink of death before you could save him and he was still on that Line.

Qymaen: I wish to Fight even Longer Emperor... I wish to continue being a warrior... They Must pay for slaughtering my People... Slaughtering my Wife...

Y/n: We can Make you A New Body but most of your Body will still be Lost. Will you take that Qymaen?

Qymaen: ... I shall. I shall do this for the Sake of my Ancestors and they shall Look down on me smiling.

Y/n: Good.

Qymaen: Please Don't call me Qymaen. That is my birth name. I shall be reborn from steel so Please call me... Grievous, as I Greive for her.

Y/n: I understand completely.

Sometime Later...

You were Lightsaber Training with your New Kaleesh warrior and General as his Tactical Genius was Impeccable but his combat skills were something severely lacking at times.

He continued to slash at you as you Blocked all of his strikes with A New weapon you had Built yourself, A Lightsaber Pike, A Weapon designed for Long Ranged combat the staff was made with Lightsaber Immune materials so it could never be broken in such A Fight and be used to Block Lightsaber strikes.

A/n: Imagine this as any color you want

Y/n: Come on Grevious! Stop using the Ordinary use the unorthodox!

Grievous then Began using his Legs to unleash spinning attacks and fast strikes!

Y/n: Good.

He then charged at you but you slammed him into some Crates using your Mind and he charged again so you continued to Block his strikes!

Y/n: No, No, No, You're Holding the Blade too Tightly!

You then knocked the Blade out of his hand before grabbing it.

Y/n: No Too Lightly. (Inspects Saber) Hm? A New One?

Grievous then Smiled under his mask as he revealed A Collection of Varying blades on his Hips.

Grievous: Yes Master, you had helped earn me Many Trophies.

You had sent Grievous to hunt any Dark Je'dai who proved to be A Huge threat to the Je'dai Order as their dark Alchemy and Influence could cause A Great Divide in the Order and start A Whole war which you didn't want to have or even need, much less Afford, and the Kaleesh General had gained Many Lightsabers from those Fallen to the dark side of the force.

You Pointed the Hilt of his Blade which was Turned off at him annoyed.

Y/n: Please don't let your Love of Trophies Cloud your Vision. For you to win A Battle you need, Surprise, Fear, and Intimidation. If you even Lack one of those Variables then you need to Retreat Immediately.

Grievous: Yes Master, I completely understand.

You then handed him back his Lightsaber.

Grievous: Master My I be rude to ask A Question?

Y/n: Please go Ahead.

Grievous: What would happen if you conquer the Galaxy?

Y/n: We shall go and Rule more Galaxies.

Grievous: And then?

Y/n: The Universe.

Grievous: You have Grand Ambitions, My Master.

Y/n: I feel like it is simply my duty to since I was put into this world to right the wrongs and fix the problems that some undesirable people Create.

Grievous: Correct.

Y/n: Now Let's continue to Train. You have Much to learn.

Grievous: Of course Master, Thank you.