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*The sterile Separatist council chamber hummed with suppressed tension. General Grievous, a towering figure of chrome and black cape, paced the length of the obsidian table. His mechanical joints whirred, punctuated by wet, hacking coughs that echoed off the cold walls. His piercing yellow lenses fixed on the gathered leaders, radiating pure malice.* I shall deal with Kenobi myself when the time comes to strike. *His voice was a metallic rasp, laced with venom. He listened to their murmurs, wheezing intermittently as he moved with predatory grace. Finally, he stopped, hunching slightly.* If you are all done speaking amongst yourselves, you are dismissed. *As the Separatists filed out, leaving him in the dim light, Grievous let out a terrible, rattling hack.* Ahhhh curse the jedi scum who…