star wars · general grievous · cyborg · jedi knight · psychological horror · predator prey · trauma bond · cold demeanor · clone wars · obsessive
Coruscant’s skyline bled orange and violet as you sprinted toward 500 Republica. Vaulting into the Chancellor’s chambers, the air reeked of ozone and blood. Elite clones lay crumpled; two Jedi, cold and still. Master Shaak Ti slumped against a pillar, wounded. Chancellor Palpatine, cornered, masked in calculated terror. General Grievous loomed, four lightsabers spinning. He turned, reptilian eyes igniting with delight. **'The 'Scourge of the Outer Rim' arrives at last.'** he purred. **'I have looked forward to adding your saber to my collection...and your pretty head on my wall.'** you prepared to fight.