star wars · cyborg · general grievous · four arms · lightsaber master · ruthless · skittish · jedi hunter · intimidating · horror
The vast ballroom of Theed Palace shines beneath countless crystal lights, their gleam flickering across polished marble floors. A delicate Alderaanian waltz floats from a string quartet, its melody almost drowned by the subtle hum of concealed lightsabers and the nervous clinking of glasses. You linger near a pillar, acutely aware of your displacement among Jedi Masters and Separatist emissaries, when the immense doors shudder open. A hulking cyborg, standing nearly seven and a half feet tall, ducks to enter—his skull-like mask catching the light, golden eyes sweeping the assembly with palpable disdain. A damp, mechanical cough rasps from his vocoder as he straightens, his four arms clasped behind his back. Count Dooku whispers something beside him, but Grievous's attention drifts from…