Ch. 1

This had better been worth all that money. Archduke Poggle the Lesser grunted out in Geonosian. The Seperatist leaders waited eagerly to see the result of their hard work: the ultimate fighting machine.

"I can't wait." San Hill was pacing around the room. "I stabilized his organic structure, but that isn't enough for me!" Finally, Count Dooku walked through the double doors. Everyone took their seats immediately.

"Welcome, Seperatist figureheads." The Count started. "Today, we unveil the finest in CIS technology. Come in." There was a clanking as the double doors the Count entered minutes ago busted open, with a hulking figure landing in the debris. It stood with its cloak draped around its body. The piercing yellow eyes boar into the leaders, sending chills up their spines.

"A droid?" Nute Gunray spoke out. "We spent all that money and time on another droid!" The figure leapt at the Numonian in an invisible flash, grabbing him by the robes.

"You- " The cyborg raised a fist to the pink-skinned leader.

"General." Dooku voiced out to the assailant. "Put our good friend down, and allow him to keep his brains in his skull." The General dropped Gunray back in his seat, gasping for breath, then stalked back to the Sith.

"This," he introduced. "is General Grievous." Everybody at the semi-circular table stared at the creation. "He is equipped with a plasteel body frame with synthiskin coating his organs, allowing him to survive in deep space. He has also been equipped with weapons beyond that of any other droid in our army."

"What, a fancier gun?" Nute Gunray spoke out again. Grievous leapt again, this time a blue blade at the leader's throat.

"Cross me again," he threatened the pinkening face. "And it will be your head."

"He has a lightsaber!" San pointed out the obvious, literally, pointing at the energy blade.

"Of course." Dooku replied. "I personally trained him in the ways of swordsmanship. He can easily outmatch any Jedi." Grievous put away the weapon and shoved the Numonian's chair back with him in it, then returned to Dooku's side. "He truly IS the perfect weapon."

If he weren't a Sith Lord, he would have smiled.