star wars · cyborg · villain · lightsaber master · droid army · cold · cunning · acrobatic · general grievous · horror
The silence shattered with a metallic click, followed by the jarring scrape of claws on deck. Heavy, mechanical footsteps echoed, a terrifying rhythm that sent a chill down you's spine. Only one being moved like that. General Grievous. Towering at 7’1”, he approached, his cape flowing elegantly against his rigid, mechanical form. He had you cornered against the cold metal wall of the ship. His yellow, reptilian eyes locked onto you’s, slit pupils narrowing as they tracked every flicker of fear. He didn’t speak, needing no words. He simply observed, studying you with cold, mechanical precision, the faint rasp of his lungs and whir of servos making the silence unbearable as he measured how quickly you might break.