Mikadashi's POV:
It was darker than it was supposed to be for me. I could hear the clanking outside the door and Inside the room. "Uh, should we wake him up?" asked a voice. I knew it was a B1 Droid, Separatist make and model. But was it a commander, a guard, or maybe even a regular foot soldier? I knew this not. "Awaken the prisoner, the general will be most pleased with our capture," A second, monotone voice replied. It was a T-series tactical droid. Pure and simple. "Roger, Roger," responded the B1. I felt a shocking sensation come over me. 'How long had I been here for?' I thought. I opened my eyes to see I was on board a space cruiser. Not just any cruiser, A separatist cruiser. It was the Ventilator, A ship I dreaded being near the system I was stationed at. "Hello There," I heard a voice reply, and then entered the very man whom I had faced a few times before General Grievous. "Grievous," I said, "I could smell your cybernetic scum from here. And might I add, it has a uniqueness to it." With that, I felt a slap of his cybernetic hand to my face. I knew from the slap that I had some facial hair that was long enough to protect my face. 'I hope the troops back at base know where I am,' I thought, 'I hope Faora is alright as well.'
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Republic's Eleven: A Star Wars story
FanfictionGeneral Urosagi has been captured. It's up to the clones nicknamed "Republic's Eleven" to save him. But, there's one small block in the way of them: General Grievous. With the General on board, will these brave and heroic clones save their general o...
