STAR WARS

Chapter 1: First Responders

Count Dooku dead! Jedi Anakin Skywalker and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi infiltrate the capital ship of insidious General Grievous! After fighting through hordes of battle droids, the heroes find the Chancellor and Count Dooku. After a hard fought battle, Obi-Wan was knocked unconscious. However, Dooku was killed in the end by Anakin Skywalker. As the Chancellor calls for Anakin Skywalker to leave, the young Jedi falters, not wanting to leave his friend. However, these short moments may have cost him his life.

"Impossibility is a dictionary word." ~ Sri Chinmoy

"Leave him or we'll never make it!" The Chancellor said, casting another nervous glance at the closed door on either side of the large observatory room. Two dismembered SBDs lay at the foot of the stairs, Count Dooku's fallen body next to the chair that had been, until so recently, his prison. However, instead of coming with him, Anakin Skywalker, the young Jedi, was kneeling next to his fallen comrade, Master Kenobi. The Jedi had been injured in the fight with Dooku and was knocked unconscious. Anakin looked at the Chancellor, his gaze suddenly hardening. With a sinking feeling, Palpatine knew what he was going to say.

"His fate will be the same as ours!" They stared each other down for another second, but that itself was a second too long. Palpatine felt it before he heard it, but he knew that the new arrival was no friend. One of the two side doors, the ones he had been looking at so warily mere moments before, slid open. It was followed by its opposite and out came a flood of tan and silver. He had no time to react, no time to think, their blasters were firing the moment the entered the room. Anakin tried to stand, but even him with his legendary reflexes could not bring his lightsaber up fast enough. A flurry of crimson bolts tore through his torso and out his back, shock filling the dark and powerful eyes. The Chancellor met a similar fate, one bolt through the shoulder, chest, and leg. He toppled on his back, sputtering. His lungs would not take in any air as he lay there. He gasped, trying to drag air in as the droids created a circle around their quarry, blasters still raised.

How ironic. After all his planning, all his work, he was killed by a battle droid.

"Contact the General, immediately." Said the high, monotone voice of a battle droid, whose form was already blurring as the Chancellor faded.

"Roger, roger…" And all was black.

Darth Sidious fell at 15:01 hours in the Battle of Coruscant, and marked a shift in the war.

There were times when Grievous questioned why he had agreed to become a cyborg instead of dying an honorable death. His life now was monotonous, pointless, and very, very annoying. Battledroids to deal with and order fleets to try and organize before they were blown away by the Republic. Politicians, diplomats, the council, all of them, always peering over his shoulder, trying to find a new angle to further their own pathetic careers. He never understood the allure of politics, stand around all day listening to some council of halfwits and businessmen, who, in Grievous eyes, were synonymous, talk about credits and droids and neutral planets joining the Republic or CIS. count Dooku had always told him that all these talks and rallies were nothing more than a front, a front for the CIS to gain followers, supporters and benefactors to fuel their war machine.

He stopped left down another empty, bleak hallway, heading for the dual elevator now standing in front of him. They led to the observatory deck, where he had ordered a contingent of droids to go and deal with the Jedi. His orders had been simple, kill the Jedi and capture Chancellor. However, knowing battle droids, they had either managed to all die or kill the Chancellor in the crossfire. He did a small cringe as he thought, once again, to the words of Count Dooku.

"My master wants the Chancellor alive for his own purposes, shall you succeed you will be given all the liberties and control over the military of the CIS as you want. Shall you fail, I would most certainly not want to be you in the situation." One of his two Magnaguards pushed the button, calling one of the elevators. Grievous sat, completely silent excluding his ragged breathing, which was getting worse with each passing moment. Back on Coruscant, he had run into a Jedi Master he believed was named 'Mace Windex' or something like that. However, instead of fighting Grievous with whatever honor he had left he decided to rely upon his force to damage Grievous and crush his protective plating over his lungs. His lungs themselves had survived the ordeal, but only barely. He would have to go to Utapau, where his repair droid ER-667 was located. With a small ding, the door opened. Grievous quickly stepped in, his great cape billowing with his haste. The Magnaguards quickly slid in, one of them hitting the button to go up. The doors closed and the small feeling of being pushed down told Grievous they were moving. He happened to look up and, sure as day, there was a hole in the ceiling of the elevator. Grievous growled, blasted Jedi.

After a minute or so, the elevator hissed to a stop and gave another small ding. Grievous quickly stomped out, looking around. About two-dozen or so battle droids stood in a large circle around the center of the room, all just looking at each other as if they were questioning what they were looking at. Grievous shouldered past two droids, who quickly stumbled out of the way of the two Magna guards, who were also shouldering their way into the circle. Grievous only needed to look at the carnage once, his cyborg mind working overtime to piece together what he was looking at. Two dead Jedi, a dead Sith, and the dead Chancellor.

Three of those he could write off as part of the job, but the last, not so much.

"Who. Is. In. Command. Here." For a moment, none of the droids responded, they just looked at each other for a few more moments. Grievous let his gaze pass over each and every one of them, looking for the familiar yellow markings of a commander. Finally, a droid with red arrows on its chest stepped forwards.

"Me, sir-" Was all he spoke before a bright blue blade released his head from his shoulders. Grievous did not stop there, as with one fluid motion he dragged the saber through his torso and then his legs. The body stood for a millisecond more before completely toppling to the ground in a heap of hissing scrap metal. Grievous deactivated the lightsaber, once again glaring around the room.

"My orders were simple, keep the Chancellor alive!" None of the droids said anything just looked at him with their blasters at their sides. Finally, Grievous snapped. Time after time these droids ruined his plans, forced the CIS back twenty steps and lost him more and more power. The lightsaber glowed once more and passed through the scrawny necks of three battle droids, all standing right behind him. The magnaguards instinctively stepped back, familiar with the General's rages and not wanting to meet his blades.

The rest of the droids, on the other hand, weren't so lucky to be spared his wrath. Several more chops and slashes found him many more droids. The rest tried to back out of his path, but they too were met with his swirling blades. The last droid stumbled back, landing on its back in front of the hard metal stairs. Grievous deactivated his blades, however, now growling angrily.

"Deal with these bodies, Sargeant, call more droids if you have to." And Grievous began to stomp away. However, the droid on the ground spoke up.

"Sir, what about the survivor?!" Grievous twisted around, surprise surpassing his anger. He looked at the Chancellor, hoping he was still alive, that he could at least bring something to Sidious. However, it was clear the Chancellor was dead, smoke still pouring from his chest. Skywalker was equally poor condition. The only one that could possibly be alive was-

"Kenobi…"

So there was part 1 of this, hopefully, long series! What did ya think, I have dabbled in fan-fiction writing before, though I was never much good at it.

Make sure to review and tell me what I can do to be better!

Or, ya know, make fun of me, I can dig that to.

(PS Chapter 2 will be much longer, so never you mind the shortness of this chapter!)