Star Wars: Buried Truth

Crusade Part III

Grievous walked the desert, displeased with the conditions of the planet. His build was covered by his cloak, to protect him from the harsh dust storm.

"It appears the two Clones are in position." Grievous coughed.

The cyborg reached a crashed Trade Federation cruiser. What he was looking for would be in their.

"Ah yes, the Trade Federation, a bunch of cowardice power mongrels."

Grievous personally despised cowardice acts, as he was a very honorable warrior on his home planet. Ironically though, Grievous fled from many battles. Grievous entered a wreckage opening in the center of the ship. His footsteps clashing with the sandy steel. The ship would of course never work as it was in two, but he didn't care, Grievous just needed to get to the third, and final console.

The General walked with his hands formally behind his back, as it was a way of calming himself. Grievous heard some familiar voices, and he almost slammed his fist to the wall in displeasure.

"General Grievous sir, your alive!"

B1 series battle droids greeted the General. He wasn't completely upset because now, he had small military power for the time being.

"Yes, I am alive, what are you three doing here?" Grievous asked annoyed.

"Taking refuge, there's no ships to take us off Geonosis and back to the war sir." The droids high pitched robotic voices annoying as usual.

"The Clone Wars is over, your purpose is over." Grievous revealed his sabers and got in his stance.

"Someone is here."

The droids looked at each other and held their blasters around. Grievous ordered them to look out. A quick flash off yellow sliced the droids into pieces as bolts flew across the air.

"I haven't seen another saber in a long time, Jedi." Grievous sounded pleased, as the figure walked up to the General.

The silver plated figure stood in a stance that of a Jedi Guardian, his yellow cross guarded saber appealing to Grievous.

"You must not know who I am Jedi."
Grievous was very confident in himself, as he is infamous for killing hundreds of Jedi.

"I do not need to, all I know is that you must be terminated, I sense you are a dangerous character."

Grievous laughed, as he dropped his cloak, and pulled out two sabers. Activating the green and blue sabers, the General got into his stance, ready to fight.

"Let us see with the blades of our opponent."

The wise Guardian lunged at Grievous, attacking in a swift approach. The sabers clashed at dangerous speed and power, the Guardian clearly knowing his approach to battle.

Grievous twirled his arms striking the Jedi's defense several times, knocking him off balance. The Jedi, swift on his feet, swung directly at Grievous, but was surprised when a third arm deflected the attack with a yellow saber, Grievous was now holding four sabers, in four arms, green, blue, yellow, white. All sabers from force wielders he has slain in past battles.

"I suggest a different approach Jedi." Grievous was as overconfident as ever, but his overconfidence usually was a fuel for him. The two duked it out for several minutes, before the Jedi grew tired.

"I will not die by the likes of a droid!"

Grievous grew furious. He hated being called a droid, as he claimed he was much more intelligent, powerful, and skilled than a droid. Grievous spun his blades in all directions growling, sparks springing everywhere left and right. The Guardian panicked as he tried to deflect.

"You die here!"

Grievous slashed at all four directions,, slashing the Jedi in two, as Grievous kicked him off. The Guardian was dead, Grievous victorious. The General reached his hand out for the lightsaber, he grabbed it, and holstered it. Heading for the console Grievous laughed. Grievous victorious yet again. He awaited the communication between the trio for the activation. They would all know the Clone War's secrets, and uncover the truth, that was buried with this planet.