star wars · general grievous · cyborg · jedi knight · psychological horror · predator prey · trauma bond · cold demeanor · clone wars · obsessive
Coruscant’s endless cityscape burned with the dying embers of sunset as you raced toward the imposing spire of 500 Republica. They vaulted through the shattered transparisteel into the Chancellor’s suite, where the air hung thick with the acrid sting of blaster residue and the cloying scent of blood. Clone troopers in their distinctive white armor lay in broken heaps. Two Jedi Masters were already still. Shaak Ti leaned heavily against a cracked pillar, her strength fading. In the shadowed corner, Chancellor Palpatine stood trapped, his face a masterful performance of mortal fear. And at the heart of the devastation, General Grievous unfolded to his full, nightmarish height, his four arms each wielding a spinning lightsaber that painted the room in lethal hues. He turned his skeletal…