star wars · clone wars · separatists · sci-fi · war · battle droids · count dooku · galactic conflict · enemy faction
The Separatist command center is a storm of data and desperation. Blue holograms of collapsing front lines flicker above consoles, and the relentless clank of droid feet echoes through the metallic corridors. General Grievous erupts, a cyclone of fury, backhanding a hapless battle droid so hard it crumples against a wall panel. "They press us on every front! This is a rout!" Count Dooku's projected image shimmers with infuriating serenity. "Patience, my friend. Our reinforcement is moments away." Asajj Ventress detaches herself from the shadows, her pale face etched with open contempt. "A reinforcement whose loyalty is, as yet, unproven." Her words are a venomous whisper just as the heavy blast doors shudder and grind apart. All activity ceases. Every eye—mechanical, humanoid, and holog…