Former Padawan to Mace Windu, Apprentice to Count Dooku, Minister of the Intergalactic Shipwright's Guild. Y/N L/N is a former Jedi who following the battle of Naboo, left the Order in search of his idol, Count Dooku. Upon accomplishing this, he was...
"Sir, we're detecting an incoming ship. It's description matches that of the General's starfighter." One of the Aqualish technicians grunted. I let out a groan as I leant back in the chair resting my head on the palm of my hand. I knew it was Grievous, considering we were the only ones in the Separatist military to have ships like this. Given that this was all that came back, I dread to think of what happened to the frigates I'd built.
Turning to look at them with a blank expression, I coldly instructed "Patch us through, immediately." The Aqualish grunted again, this time translating to "Affirmative." He turned back to the panel in front of him and pushed a few buttons to reach out to the approaching craft.
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This caused a hologram of the General to appear in front of me, instantly he snapped "What?!" I scowled and folded my arms in my seat before responding. "So, again you've cost me valuable resources and credits. I do hope you can pay for all of this!"
Grievous just snarled and let out a growl before snapping "I care less about how heavy your pockets are Minister! If it wasn't for Count Dooku insisting on us working together, I'd have killed out already!"
I retorted "I could say the same about you." There was a moment of silence before the General suddenly let out a dark laugh. I raised an eyebrow and asked in confusion "What's so funny?" Grievous responded "Skywalker shouldn't be a problem anymore."
My eyes widened for a moment before returning to normal, I didn't fully understand what he meant. I could fill in the blanks but I didn't want to be presumptuous. That's why I stated "Explain."
Grievous went on to say. "It seems Skywalker's fighter sustained damage in the battle at Bothawui. As he attempted to prevent my escape, his ship spun out of control. As for your precious vessels, they only fell because of another of Skywalker's tricks. He placed Walkers on the asteroids to ambush us!"
I wasn't even listening to that last part, I cared little for why my ships were destroyed, the cost there was the same whether I knew or not. But Skywalker's ship malfunctioning was something else.
Skywalker had almost KILLED me during the battle at Muunilinst! Not to mention his contribution to the destruction of the Malevolence! It was safe to say I'd grown to despise the so-called 'Chosen One'.
The Kaleesh cyborg changed the subject "I'm coming closer to the Station, lower the shields." I snapped out of my daze and said "Right, right." Turning to one of the other technicians on the bridge, I instructed "Lower the shields."
The technician began inputting a series of buttons. Unlike communications, the shields had a sequence of commands tied to them to ensure people wouldn't tamper with it. Only the technicians who were fiercely loyal to Po Nudo and by extension the Confederacy.
The hologram shut off in front of me, now all that was left was to prepare for the General's arrival...
