Grievous watched as the last of his magnaguards was cut down before he realized he was the next target. While the jedi would have be little more than a match for the general, he had not expected a duel on this flight, and thus wasn't about to be dragged into one. He leapt over the ship's consoles and landed on the other side, but the two jedi were quick to follow, Anakin touching down to his left with Obi-wan to his right. Grievous picked up an abandoned electrostaff, but once he realized that it would be of little use against two lightsabers he looked for another way out. As he glanced at the two jedi, the only escape route he found was right in front of him: the ship's viewport. Knowing he could survive in the vacuum, he willingly decided to go through with it.
"You lose, General Kenobi." Grievous spat as he activated and raised the staff before bringing it down forcefully onto the glass. A large spiderweb crack formed around the impact point, and before either jedi could do anything, the port shattered and pulled anything not sealed down into the vacuum of space, Grievous among them. Obi-wan and Anakin, however, were clutching the console for dear life as sirens began to go off and the viewport blast doors began to close. Just before they closed, Obi-wan turned his head to get one last look at the general, and what he saw confused him. At one moment, the general was suspended against a black background, then the next he was coated in a blue aura before vanishing completely.
"Well, that was certainly strange." Obi-wan muttered as the vacuum was eventually cut off and the two let go of the console.
"I saw it too master." Anakin agreed. "Is it some new Separatist weapon?" Obi-wan shook his head.
"I don't think so, and unless our dear general has the ability to teleport, I'd venture to say he's been kidnapped."
"Who would want to kidnap that monster?" Anakin asked out of disbelief.
"Enemies of the Separatist perhaps, for reasons of their own. Probably for a bounty. Even if that's not the case, I'd still hate to be whoever Grievous sees first."
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Grievous couldn't hear or see when he finally woke up, but it didn't take long for his mechanical body to sort itself out and resume functioning normally. He was lying on his back, and he quickly brought himself to his feet, although the ground he was standing on actually wasn't supposed to be there. Had his plan gone the way he wanted, he would have been safely on his way to Utapau by now. He took a moment to look around, scanning for anything that may have been brought along with him, but found nothing.
Most strange indeed. Grievous thought as he turned ninety-degrees, and found something that caught his eye. Settled in the valley below was a perfect little town, resting quietly beneath a perfect sunset that brought out the best in every color on the buildings, and Grievous scowled. The whole scene stank of perfection and order, and he hated every bit of it. He would have set fire to it right there and then, but decided against it. Rather, he would wait till dusk to slip in, find a hangar, and steal a ship.
Or I could storm in and demand one. Grievous thought evilly, laughing inwardly as he chose intimidation over stealth. It didn't take him long to reach the city entrance, as his metallic legs carried him in quick, long strides towards his goal. He paused briefly, checking his cape pockets to make certain he still had his lightsabers. The jedi might already have a grip on this world, and Grievous wasn't going to be unarmed if he discovered any. He could possibly even leave this planet with more lightsabers than when he arrived. Upon finding four of the six he had been carrying still present, he entered the city. The houses were shockingly small even by Grievous' standards, and he wondering what the denizens of such a place could possibly be.
Bah, it does not matter what they are. Grievous growled inwardly as he quickly made his way to the center of town, his cat-like eyes darting back and forth across the streets. Smaller lifeforms are always easily intimidated. By now the sun had almost set completely and stars had just begun to peek out when Grievous caught movement out of the corner of his eye. His upper torso swiveled around while his lower half remained stationary, his audio receptors folding outwards, and he glared in the direction of the source. His lower half soon corrected itself as he noticed not only that the creature was very equine-like in anatomy, but it's rather unique colors as well. Perhaps it was intelligent, but he doubted that very much. He decided to avoid it nonetheless. With all those years of being a closely guarded secret, he was used to passing by in the shadows unnoticed. He quickly slipped into the darkness cast down by the houses, but remaining in them proved difficult, as his height proved to be against him, even when he was hunched over. Grievous quickened his pace, his long strides carrying him quickly through the backstreets of the village when he was suddenly engulfed in a blinding white light.
"Halt creature!" A voice demanded, "Cooperate and you will not be harmed!" By now Grievous' eyes had adjusted to the light, and he was hardly amused to see that one of the equines was attempting to order him about. His mind raced, considering slaughtering all six of the armored ponies that stood before him, but at the same time he didn't want to draw to much attention to himself. He decided to do neither.
"No," Grievous coughed, grabbing two of his lightsabers from his cape, "surrender and I promise you will all die swiftly." For a moment the ponies were silent, seemingly taken aback by Grievous' bold claim, until a new voice broke in.
"Not if we have anything to say about it!" Grievous turned to look at the new arrivals, and he wasn't frightened in the least. Twelve stallions directly to the left of the original six guards, each adorning a suit of golden armor and armed with a single spear. "By order of Princess Celestia, stand down!" Grievous' eyes narrowed as he quickly became unamused with the stallions orders. He ignited his lightsabers, flooding the alley with a mix of green and blue light.
"Stand down?" He scoffed, "I am the Supreme Commander of the Separatist droid army, and I submit to no one!"
" So be it." The head guard said. "Stallions, ready offensive positions! Let's send this thing back to wherever it came from!" The words aroused a mighty cry from the others, but they were quickly silenced by metallic laughing.
"You fools! Do you really think you can defeat..." Grievous paused as his arms split in half and ignited two more lightsabers, "General Grievous?!"
"No, but I can!" Grievous turned to see a newcomer standing on top of one of the taller buildings, wielding a purple lightsaber. With a single move she leapt from the building and touched down silently in front of Grievous, her lightsaber suspended in midair by her side.
"Jedi," Grievous growled.
