General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

For our people

Requested by Shard The Dragon

"Senator L/N, we will arrive on (p/n(planet name)) in one hour.", a clone soldier said as you came into the control room. You smiled at him and looked at the (f/c) planet before the ship. You just came home from your 'partners', the people of Kalee.

"Thank you. After all this time, I am finally back home." "You missed it, didn't you?", the clone asked you. You smiled and nodded. "Yes, I did. I missed my people."

"Senator! There is a ship of the separatists is right in front of us!", another clone shouted, shocking the happiness out of you. You pushed him away to see which ship it was. It was the...Invisible Hand...General Grievous's ship.

" Oh, what is that (worst insult you have ever known) doing here!", you yelled, making everyone in the ship look at you.

Yes, you had quite a temper, and it only got worse when your best friend (b/f/n), who was a Jedi by the way, was killed by this damn cyborg that owns that ship right in front of your eyes. You crossed your arms and gritted your teeth, why was he here?

"What will we do?!", the clone that you talked with a few seconds ago asked. You looked at the ship, it hasn't attacked you yet, mabey he does only want to speak. You shook your head about your own foolishness, but it was worth a shot.

"I will speak with him.", you hissed, commanding your ship forward. It came out that you were right, he didn't attack you the whole way and as you entered the ship, the droids that stood there made no move against you.

They talked and joked with each other, they are even laughing. Finally, your ship landed, making it possible to get out of it. You commanded the clones to stay, it might look wrong to that cyborg and he would attack you. He wasn't hard to find, no, you asked a droid that passed you, just for fun, but it actually gave you an answer.

The General was in the control room, alone, waiting for you. To your surprise, the droid even brought you there.

He stood there with his metallic frame, tall, strong, his golden reptilian eyes were fixed on the stars that were visible. You have to admit that they were beautiful. A strong golden color was surrounding a thin, pure black cat pupil, making it seem stronger. (B/f/n) always said, "If you have beautiful eyes, you have a beautiful soul." Well, in his case, it's a lie.

"General Grievous!", you hissed as a harsh greeting, making him turn his head to look at you, his golden iris connecting with your (e/c) ones. " Ah, Senator L/N.", he greeted you back, an unbelievable softness in his voice. "It is good to see you." "Can't say the same thing.", you hissed and stepped in front of him. The time he killed your friend, you lost every respect for that cyborg. If he was going to kill you, then he shall do it, but to your surprise, he only looked you in the eye, almost trying to read your soul.

"I have been thinking...", he started suddenly. "About what?", you snapped, turning away and fixing your sight at the universe. "You have been on Kalee, my home planet..." "Your home planet?", you turned your surprised gaze to him again. "Yes, my home planet. I am the Kaleeshwarrior Qymaen Jai Sheelal."

That was it, your jaw fell to the floor. He was the Kaleeshwarrior that everyone on Kalee was talking about?! Really?! He chuckled at your look and continued. "You were helping my people, you are bringing them food, medicine, and money, and I want to make a compromise with you, for the sake of our people."

You were stunned. Not only that the one and only Qyamaen Jai Sheelal was standing right before you, but also of his character, you are seeing this cyborg in a completely new light. You no longer saw the merciless Jedi killer from years ago, no, you saw a broken warrior, that wanted to help his people. "What is on your mind?" The cyborg made a low before he continued his speech. "I will not attack your home planet, not for any reason, is it personal or command of Dooku, and you will continue the help for my people."

With a nod on your side, it was settled. The next years were very comfortable for both of you. The man-killing cyborg held on his promise and never attacked. He came for political manners but never threw a weapon. And you, your impression about him changed, he was no longer a monster in your eyes, but a friend, and a political partner.