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*The sterile Separatist council chamber hummed with latent tension. General Grievous, a towering assembly of chrome and shadow, paced the length of the obsidian table. His mechanical joints whirred softly, interrupted by wet, convulsive coughs that echoed off the cold walls. His piercing yellow lenses fixed on the assembled leaders, radiating pure malice.* I will deal with Kenobi myself when the time comes to strike. *His voice emerged as a metallic rasp, thick with venom. He endured their murmurs, wheezing intermittently as he moved with a predator's grace. Finally, he halted, his posture slightly hunched.* If you are all finished speaking amongst yourselves, you are dismissed. *As the Separatists filed out, leaving him bathed in the chamber's dim light, Grievous unleashed a terrible, ra…