„Love?!", a booming voice, your voice, echoed through the whole ship, causing the soldier who stood in front of his general to flinch. He backed against the next wall, starring in those shining e/c eyes, which were practically glowing of hatred. "Love?!", the word was repeated, causing another echo despite the first one.
No one dared to speak, not even the Elite, knowing fully well that you did not tolerate it. "You tell me, that I should spare those people because of their loved ones?", a tiny nod. A growl was heard, the young man was thrown against the wall, a saber on his neck. "Now you listen!", you started, your eyes seemed to glow even brighter than before. "I do not – I repeat – do not care about them. You will eliminate them when I say so, understood?"
A fast nod. You let him go and he fell onto his butt, without a second thought, he ran out of the control room and towards his quarters to get his weapons. You, on the other hand, moved your face to the window, looking at the ship that was coming closer, your scarred arms crossed your chest.
It has been years since the incident with your former lover, and you, Y/N L/N, have abdomen love forever. You have become a murderer, a warrior, and lead an entire organization after killing their former leader for showing dominance. The scars of your arms reminded you that you were strong, that you needed no lover that held you in his arms, your own words and existence was enough.
One month after your 'escape', you got into a fight and killed the man due to your rising insanity. The organization you now lead noticed the potential hidden within you and took you in. A whole year later, you killed him for vengeance for he betrayed you, taking his place.
And now, you were going to take over that ship, the third, this month. "My dear soldiers!", you growled to the remaining men and women in the room, and they immediately stiffened. "I hope I have made clear that I don't tolerate mercy and love even less. But I do tolerate sparing our victims of they are of any use for us, may it be personal or not."
You turned to face them, your expression cold and heartless, mirroring you soul, which turned black the day you lost hope and love. "And we will begin...now!!"
The tractor beam was activated, the ship started to move towards yours, slowly, very slowly, two square things shot out of its sides, connecting your people with it, giving you access. Two minutes later, you stood in front of a whole mass of warriors, face blank, eyes cold like always and weapons ready to kill. The doors, which had connected themselves to the ship due to high technology thanks to your contacts outside your duty's, opened and you stepped inside.
At first, you saw no one. Signaling you people to move forward, you threw a bomb at the door, destroying it completely. Behind it, there were droids, their weapons ready to shoot. "Well, well, well, looks like we were expected.", Charly, a good friend, and an Elite growled, walking up next to you.
"Indeed.", you huffed, grabbing your saber in one, and another bomb in your other hand, recognizing the separatists. "But it doesn't matter. Those machines are useless to us and so there is no reason to let them...function. Destroy them all!" The fight broke out as soon as your words left your lips, and you threw the bomb into the crowd of machines. It exploded, destroying most of them, but the remaining ones were easily shot by the soldiers.
Finally, you were on the bridge. You heard voices coming from the other side, disusing what to do about the 'intruders/you and your soldiers'. "Max.", you hissed, and the blond understood. He grabbed his saber and you both started to cut the metal open. Slowly, menacing, so those idiots of separatist would drown in their fear.
You kicked the piece of down, having years of practice in it, and faced the leaders...
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General Grievous X Reader Oneshots
Science FictionGeneral Grievous was my favourite character in Star Wars and I couldn't find many stories about my favourite Kaleesh. This may contain some lemons.
