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Chapter 15: Battle on Utapau
The meeting had adjourned that morning with an inexplicable turn of events. Rather than accept the wisdom of the Council, Obi-Wan Kenobi had headed off on his own to face the dreaded General Grievous. This after an outburst that was completely uncharacteristic for the Jedi Master. It left more than one Council member concerned for the safety and welfare of their esteemed member, though not all for the same reason. Some were concerned that Anakin’s departure was taking a toll on the Jedi Master’s mind. Others felt differently.
Shaak Ti wandered aimlessly through the halls of the Jedi Temple. She knew what she had to do; she was just awfully hesitant to do it. There were some very unsettling tremors in the Force, starting from that fateful Council meeting where their Chosen One had completely walked out on them. She had tried meditating to clear her thoughts, but instead that only left her more worried than before. She knew she had to consult someone about this matter, and there was only one person who had the deeper understanding of the Force she needed. So lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even realize that she’d ran into that person until she’d tripped over right his person. She looked up from the ground mortified to see Master Yoda’s green face staring back at her.
“Small and easy to miss I am, but watch where you are going you should, Master Ti,” Yoda chided her.
“Oh! I’m terribly sorry, Master Yoda,” she apologized regretfully. She quickly stood up from the floor, straightening out her robes. No one else seemed to be passing by, which spared her quite a bit of embarrassment. She sighed in relief.
“Thank goodness Mace didn’t see us,” Shaak Ti mused. No doubt the older Master would have some lecture or another about watching one’s focus to give her…not what she needed at this time.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Unhurt and not broken, I am. Though at 876 years old, an easy feat that is not,” Yoda said wryly, causing Shaak Ti to smile. They shared a brief chuckle, before she remembered what it was she came to do.
“Something on your mind, you have, Master Ti?” Yoda asked.
“Yes Master, and it is bothering me terribly,” the Togrutan responded.
“Come, come. To my meditation chambers, we will go. Sort this out, we will,” Yoda said, as he hobbled along. Shaak Ti nodded and followed along right behind him. Minutes later they were the Grand Master’s private quarters. Yoda kept his quarters simple and austere, as per reflecting the life of someone who was entirely devoted to the Order. Shaak Ti sat on the meditation pad across from the great Master.
“Now, what troubles you, young one?” Yoda asked.
“Master…have you noticed Obi-Wan has been acting strange lately?” Shaak Ti asked.
“Hmm…strange how, Master Ti?”
“He just doesn’t seem like himself. He seems very…cold and aloof. It just doesn’t feel right. And then that outburst this morning in the Council chambers…Obi-Wan would have never done that before this week. Now he did twice in one day,” Shaak Ti replied.
“Upset by Anakin’s departure, he was and rightfully so,” Yoda said.
“Master, Anakin was only following his heart. He couldn’t adapt to our code. That boy has always had so much love to give and he has been shunned here because of it. Perhaps we were wrong to dismiss his feelings,” Shaak Ti said.
“Against the Code, attachment is,” Yoda reminded her. “Better it is that Skywalker left.”
“I’m just saying I saw him with the Senator before they departed. I sensed true love and devotion between them. But I am convinced there is another reason that pushed him to leave,” Shaak Ti stated.
“And what might this be?” Yoda questioned.
“I…don’t know exactly, Master. But I sensed a strain between Anakin and Obi-Wan before Anakin decided to leave. I think there may have been some kind of falling out between them.” She hesitated, knowing this would not sit well with Yoda. “And…I think Obi-Wan was the instigator,” Shaak Ti replied. Yoda frowned.
“Difficult, Anakin always has been,” the elder Master said, standing up for his old pupil. Though he had not taught Kenobi directly since he was a Youngling, Yoda still looked upon the younger Master as he would a son or grandson.
“Yes, but why would he be the one to back down then?” Shaak Ti countered. Yoda was silent in thought. She had a point; he had to admit that.
“Something is wrong, Master. I…I just don’t know what,” Shaak Ti said. Seeing how concerned she was about this, Yoda decided it wouldn’t hurt to give her concerns some valid attention.
“Meditate on this, I will,” he conceded. Shaak Ti was relieved that he had not dismissed her concerns out of hand, as Master Windu or Gallia might have done.
“Thank you Master. I will take my leave now,” she replied, as she left the diminutive Jedi to his thoughts.
~*~
Obi-Wan climbed down into the crevice. He had descended down to the tenth level of the city via dragonmount. Like other sinkhole cities, the path was relatively straightforward. And sure enough, once he arrived on the outskirts of the level, the uproar of Separatist activity was plainly visible.
Actually getting into the facility was a different story.
Because of the abundance of enemy forces, he had to find a different way into the structure. A frontal assault would not be a good idea – not unless he wanted to get shot down by a thousand battle droids.
Fortunately for him, the city was easily scaled. Abandoning the dragonmount, he climbed onto an outcropping of rock and explored the terrain until he found a way down into the facility. He dropped down discreetly onto a walkway, using the Force to soften his descent. Once there, he activated the beacon that would inform Cody and his men to start moving the troops.
He crept along the bridge as silently as possible, making his way further into the compound. As he came to a vantage point that overlooked the cavern, he was treated to a sight that would have inspired fear in a common soldier. Dozens of battle droids marched across the plaza, while hundreds more were scattered around the premises, contributing their part to the operation. And in the center of the chamber, directing orders at the soldiers was General Grievous.
Obi-Wan restrained a snarl at the sight of his loathsome adversary. The droid General looked certain of himself as ever, confident that everything was going to plan. Obi-Wan clenched a Force powered first. He would see how confident the General was when he smashed his cranium in.
Still, Grievous’ presence only reaffirmed the seriousness of this situation. He was in the heart of the enemy headquarters, with the full might of the Separatist forces on call for Grievous to throw at him.
He kept his eyes on the target as he dug out his comlink.
“Commander Cody, do you read me? This is General Kenobi,” he whispered into the com.
There was a buzz of static, followed by a crisp, “yes sir. Loud and clear.”
“I have the target within range. Tenth level. Are you on your way?”
“Yes sir.”
“Alright. And Cody? Do hurry up. I’d rather not face this whole facility by myself,” Obi-Wan said with a smirk.
There was a faint note of amusement on the other end. “Yes sir. Copy that sir! We’re on our way.”
Obi-Wan shut off the comlink. He looked around for anything that could give him an advantage. He didn’t have to search long. Hanging right above the plaza was a massive container holding some kind of cargo.
The Jedi grinned. He quickly formulated a plan in his head and readied for the attack. Anakin would be proud of what I’m about to do, he thought distantly, counting down the seconds.
Three.
Two.
One.
Stretching out his hand, Obi-Wan loosened the grips on the cargo container, sending it crashing down to the plaza. The container fell with a massive slam, crushing at least 25 battle droids and sending shock waves throughout the area. The other droids looked up at the walkways, stunned by the attack that came seemingly out of nowhere. It didn’t take them long to spot the intruder in their midst.
“Get him,” he heard someone order, as the soldiers aimed their weapons at the walkway.
Obi-Wan brought up his saber to defend himself. The blasts came in multitudes but he deflected them all, using his position on the walkway to avoid the majority of the laser fire. The battle had begun.
He didn’t know how long he was engaged in the struggle, using his skills to defend from an impossibly large number of adversaries. None of the laser blasts came close to hitting him. As was said in the Temple, a master of Soresu was all but invincible. While deflecting the blaster bolts, he took some time to focus his Force skills on some of the objects dotting the battleground. It took some effort to affect things at the range, but with considerable concentration, he was able to lift some of the smaller vehicles and crates with the Force, and used it to hurl them at his aggressors. Swoop bikes, cargo crates, and munitions…all came together to create a whirlwind of objects that proceeded to take out several swarms of battle droids. Grievous himself took cover from the attack, cowering before the Force storm like a mere subordinate. Obi-Wan smiled, knowing he had his enemy on the defensive.
The comlink on his belt started beeping. Obi-Wan activated it without breaking his concentration.
“Kenobi.”
“General? This is Commander Cody. Sir, we’re coming!”
The transmission clicked off. Moments later, a group of armor clad soldiers appeared from out of nowhere, rappelling down into the plaza. The Jedi grinned as he saw the clone troopers coming to his aid. Right on time, he thought brashly.
He let the clones take the initiative. With ruthless efficiency they began plowing through the enemy forces, taking out dozens of battle droids with their superior aiming. More droids swarmed in to help their comrades, only to be countered by the waves of clone troopers arriving from the upper levels.
Curiously, he noticed that one target was avoiding being shot at by the clones. He smiled with satisfaction. “Do not attack Grievous. I will deal with him myself,” Obi-Wan had told Cody about the Freedom. It appeared the clones were following that order in spite of any misgivings on their behalf.
Soon the cavern had devolved into a melee between the clones and their mechanical adversaries. General Grievous stood firm amid the chaos, unafraid of the Republic troops, yet holding two lightsabers at bay, awaiting the Jedi that was behind the siege. Obi-Wan would not disappoint him.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he leapt down into the plaza, again using the Force to slow his descent. He landed in the very center of the plaza, and immediately locked eyes with his target. Grievous stood completely upright, surveying his intruder with an air of veritable contempt. Obi-Wan approached the droid commander menacingly, unfazed by the blaster fire erupting all around him. He needn’t bother with it; the droids were too busy with the clones to take any shots at him directly. Nonetheless he kept his saber at the ready, just in case he needed to deflect any stray bolts that came his way.
“General Kenobi. What a pleasant surprise,” Grievous said mockingly.
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. “You sound like you were expecting me,” he commented.
“Out intelligence is more formidable than you might imagine,” the droid commander said. He looked around as though expecting someone besides Kenobi. “And where is your famous compatriot? The Hero with No Fear?”
“Anakin is busy with other things at the moment,” Obi-Wan remarked.
“Ah, I see. So the Hero with No Fear is too much of a coward to face me?” the General laughed.
“I wouldn’t speak so confidently if I were you. You’re about to be dead in a few minutes,” Kenobi warned.
Grievous laughed again. “Sorry to disappoint you, General, but you will find that I am a far more dangerous foe than any of your pitiful Jedi friends can comprehend.”
The cyborg cast away his cloak, revealing his powerful duranium frame. Suddenly the undersides of his arms dislodged, revealing two extra limbs. Each one proceeded to ignite the weapon it was holding, resulting in the awe-inspiring sight of four simultaneous lightsabers. Obi-Wan showed a brief flash of surprise, though his determined mindset quickly covered it up. The two warriors stared each other down as the battle raged all around them.
Grievous made the first move. He held his sabers at a threatening stance, whirling them around with inhuman speed, daring the Jedi to come to him.
Kenobi took him up on that challenge.
Obi-Wan charged at the General. Grievous expected him to wait cautiously for him to approach, but the Jedi came at him full swing. They clashed in a show of blue and green, as Obi-Wan brought his weapon to bear on Grievous’ quadruple sabers. The half-droid slashed relentlessly at his foe, trying to barrage him with an unstoppable volley of power. Obi-Wan expertly blocked and parried the slashes, matching the General blow for blow. When the chance came he struck with unparalleled swiftness. With an upward slashed he sliced through one of Grievous’ secondary arms. Grievous growled in anger. He struck back with even more ferocity, leaving himself wide open in the process. Obi-Wan seized the opportunity. Cauterizing energy met metal as another of the General’s arms was separated from his body.
Kenobi’s adversary growled in impotent rage. This was not how he planned on things going at all. He backed away from Kenobi, taking a more cautious approach to the duel. Obi-Wan kept his saber on the defensive, awaiting his opponent’s next move. Grievous circled him predatorily, holding his sabers at bay.
They struck in unison, each one hoping to gain the upper hand. This time Grievous held his own. He battered Kenobi with his full might, unleashing a salvo of lightning-fast strikes that would have overwhelmed any other Jedi. But Obi-Wan held firm against the assault. He deflected and blocked the slashes and thrusts as skillfully as anyone the General had ever seen. Slashing aside one of the General’s blades, he delivered a powerful Force push, knocking Grievous into a stack of cargo containers.
The General groaned in exasperation. He had had enough. It was obvious he could not defeat Kenobi in a head to head battle. Before Kenobi could capitalize on his advantage, Grievous shut down his lightsabers and began his escape. Skittering away on all fours like an Arkanian spider, he jumped into some type of wheel-like device that Obi-Wan soon realized was a getaway vehicle. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at the General’s unique escape method – he felt compelled to laugh at it – but he soon regained his bearings and went after him. There was no way he was letting this enemy escape. Funny moving arachnid or not…
Obi-Wan whistled across the cavern, using the Force to amplify the sound. Moments later a familiar dragonmount came storming into the arena. The varactyl leaped down from the walkway, barreling through waves of battle droids to reach its rider. It stopped proudly in front of Obi-Wan, eager to serve its master. Obi-Wan patted its head fondly before climbing it saddle. With a sharp crack of the straps, he spurred the dragonmount into action.
The chase was on.
~*~
In a cavern far away from the battle, the Separatist Council gathered with the air of individuals cowering for their lives. The amphitheater was abuzz with activity as various communication arrays monitored the status of the siege. Things weren’t looking good. Republic troops were pouring into the tenth level, overwhelming their battle droids with an incredible barrage of firepower. They had lost contact with several captains and sentry droids as the clones smashed through their initial defenses. And Grievous was on the run from the Jedi leading them.
“Viceroy, message from Lord Sidious,” a Neimoidian aide informed Nute Gunray.
“Patch it through,” the Viceroy answered.
“Yes sir.”
Nute Gunray sighed as the holoprojector came to life. He was not one to back down from a profitable endeavor, but he had to wonder if claiming Utapau was more trouble than it was worth. The planet was a minor player in galactic commerce thanks to its alleged healing waters, but was it worth the beating their forces were taking? Gunray didn’t think so.
The image of the Dark Lord loomed overhead. Gunray didn’t cower before him, as usual. He was too upset to play the role of dutiful servant.
“Lord Sidious, what is the meaning of this? How could they ascertain the Republic so quickly?” the Viceroy demanded.
The Sith Lord was unrepentant. “I miscalculated the Republic’s resourcefulness. It seems there is a spy among your ranks.”
“A spy? N-No, you must be mistaken!” Gunray protested. The Viceroy was clearly shaken at the notion.
“There is no mistake, Viceroy. A spy is hiding out among your comrades. It is the only way they could have located you so quickly,” Sidious said.
“What do we do?” The Viceroy was desperate. He didn’t like being at the center of a battle, with thousands of troops on their way to capture him.
“You must flee the planet immediately,” Sidious advised. “The Republic is too well armed. Until we can gather the resources for a counterattack, you must avoid any chance of being apprehended by our enemies.”
“And what about General Grievous? He is still battling the Jedi!”
If the Viceroy expected Sidious to show any concern for his minion, he was sorely mistaken. The Dark Lord uttered a single frightening statement.
“Leave him.”
Gunray’s jaw dropped in shock. Of all the things Lord Sidious could have said, never did he anticipate him turning on his own General like this. “But my Lord, he’s our military commander! Without him, we have no leader for our armies!”
“You don’t need his leadership,” Sidious replied. “Not with the direction it’s been taking lately.”
“My Lord?”
“General Grievous is becoming a liability. He has lost perspective with our plans, allowing his personal grudge against the Jedi to compromise his judgment. He is so intent on obliterating their order, he has failed to keep aware of what is happening around him,” Sidious explained. The Dark Lord paused, gathering his raspy breath. “He has become a danger to our plans. He can no longer recognize the tactics needed to end this war. It is in our best interests that we abandon him now, while we still can. Before he can do considerable damage to our cause,” he declared, making sure the Viceroy understood the seriousness of the situation.
“But, but…” the Viceroy stuttered. Sidious’ expression darkened.
“We are at war, Viceroy. We cannot afford the luxury of beings so set in their ways they lead us into ruin. Grievous is a danger to our cause. If he will not be reasoned with, he must be destroyed.” A pause. “Do not worry, Viceroy. Soon you will have a new general to command your armies, one who will make General Grievous pale in comparison,” the Dark Lord assured him, as if to allay his fears.
Gunray gasped in a shock. A new general who was even more brilliant than Grievous? This was a very unexpected surprise. Who was he, Gunray wondered, and why had he not heard of this before?
The Viceroy was silent for a long time. “What must we do?” he asked finally.
“Go the Mustafar system and rendezvous with Lord Tyranus. From there he will take you to a safe location, one where we can regroup and resume our campaign against the Republic.”
Gunray was hesitant to respond. On the one hand, the Dark Lord had just admitted he made a mistake. He was only human and not the omniscient force they had previously believed. On the other hand, if Grievous was a danger to their plans, then Gunray would be a fool not to listen him.
The Dark Lord understood his hesitation. “You must have faith in me, Viceroy. I have only our best interests in mind,” Sidious said, the gravely tone belying the reassuring nature of his words.
Gunray remained conflicted for a few more seconds. But as always, fear of the Dark Lord won out over pride. The Viceroy was in too deep to back out now. If Sidious knew he was having doubts about their agreement, he would surely kill him. He knew too much.
There was no choice: Gunray bowed his head in obedience.
“Understood.”
~*~
In the bowels of the massive sinkhole city, General Grievous blazed along on his wheel bike, with Obi-Wan right behind him. They had descended to the lowest levels of Pau City in Kenobi’s high-speed chase of his target. Miles of cavernous terrain rushed past them as Kenobi closed in on the cyborg. Finally he caught up to Grievous. The General had lost his lightsabers somewhere along the way, but in placed of them he’d picked up an electrostaff from one of his MagnaGuards. Kenobi struck at the staff, trying to get in more than a glancing blow. Grievous deflected his blows skillfully, using the saber-blocking capabilities of the staff to his advantage. All the while the dragonmount Kenobi was riding kept up with the General, matching pound for pound the speed of Grievous’ wheel bike.
Something was wrong, the General thought to himself. Kenobi was attacking with unusual ferocity for a Jedi. This was wasn’t a man out to capture him for the sake of ending the war. This was a man out to destroy him by any means necessary. It was…astonishing, the General reflected. He had heard Sidious’ words, sensed the urgency behind them, but he had not truly believed a mere Jedi could be a threat to him…until now.
He wondered what had happened…whether Skywalker’s absence had forced Kenobi to draw on something other than Jedi calmness. One thing was clear: something else was powering Kenobi’s drive and determination. He wouldn’t have believed a Jedi could be capable of such wanton aggression.
The chase continued for several more kilometers, until they reached the end of the line. The perilous edge of a cliff lay only yards away. Grievous abandoned his vehicle, letting it continue on its own while he leaped out of the moving object. The wheel bike rolled towards the edge of the cliff, where it disappeared into the darkness below.
As Grievous broke free from the confines of the wheel bike, Obi-Wan did the same with his transport. He leaped high into the air and somersaulted, landing straight on his feet, saber poised at the ready. The varactyl veered out of harm’s way on its master’s order, leaving the two combatants alone on the terrace. Obi-Wan steadied himself, calling on the Force to give some strength. It was just him and Grievous now.
He came at the General like a madman; Grievous quickly brought up his staff to defend himself. They traded incredibly fast strikes, parries and thrusts, each one trying his best to outmaneuver the other. Grievous had resorted to Vapaad now in an attempt to throw his enemy off balance. It was one of the techniques that had been taught to him by Count Dooku, based on data files copied from the Jedi Temple. Combined with his electrostaff, it made for a disorienting experience for Obi-Wan. Although Grievous was not Force sensitive, the broad, unpredictable sweeps of Vapaad served him well. Obi-Wan began to fall back.
Pressing his advantage, Grievous struck with increasing force. A maniacal glint shone in his amber eyes. If he could have smiled underneath his mask, he would have. Little by little, he was regaining his edge over Kenobi. The Jedi struggled to match the furious blows being unleashed by the General. Form I may have been good for deflecting Grievous’ initial barrage, but it was no match for Vapaad. Soresu was good for defense, but it would do little to end this battle – a duel could go on forever against a suitably skilled opponent. And there was one little detail Form III overlooked. An enemy who was largely a machine would not tire the same way a normal enemy would. Obi-Wan wasn’t a master of Forms V or II like Anakin or Dooku were. That left only one thing to use. And while Obi-Wan had been practicing since the conflict with Anakin, he still wasn’t back to being the master of Ataru he had once been.
He growled as Grievous bore down on him with his staff. His strength was immense. Even with some Force enhanced strength. Kenobi was just barely holding him back.
I don’t have time for this, Obi-Wan thought sourly. He had to do something now. The longer the duel went on, the greater the chance he would get tired and make an error. Recalling his sparring sessions with Anakin, he decided to shift gears a bit. He tried an unorthodox maneuver gleamed from Djem So, in a desperate attempt to divest General Grievous of his weapon. The gamble worked and Grievous’ staff was sliced in two, leaving him open to attack. Obi-Wan struck with a powerful Force push that sent the General clattering across the floor. He brought his saber to bear down on Grievous, but the General dodged the blow. He retaliated with a kick that knocked the saber out of Obi-Wan’s hand, and then sent the Jedi flying with a one-handed push to the chest. Obi-Wan tried to brace himself for the impact, but there was no to prepare for having the wind knocked out of him as he landed hard on his back, a good twelve feet or more away from Grievous.
The General stomped towards his rival with murder in his eyes. Out of desperation, Obi-Wan tried punching the ‘chest’ on the cyborg, where the synthskin gutsack housing his organs surely lay within. All he succeeded in doing was bruising the fingers on his right hand. He screamed as the pain spread throughout his forearm. He held the injured hand close, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Grievous grabbed a hold of his good arm and moved it aside. He battered Obi-Wan with a series of right-left punches. The three hits took their toll, with the last one cracking one of Obi-Wan’s ribs. Obi-Wan doubled over in pain. The General aimed a kick at the back of his legs, sending him to the floor. With unbound strength he smashed a fist down on Obi-Wan’s back.
Obi-Wan feebly reached for one of the cyborg’s ankles, more out of instinct than any real plan. But whatever he had in mind, it was cut short. Grievous grabbed his arm and with one mighty swing, brutally threw him forward. The Jedi groaned as he landed chest-first on the hard duracrete ground. Once again the wind was taken out of him in a most brutal fashion.
Obi-Wan scrambled to get to his feet. He held his ribs closely, wincing at the shooting pain in his torso. The taste of copper was at the back of his throat; he felt like he was struggling futilely to catch his breath, even though he had not exerted himself that hard. He was certain that last throw had almost caused his broken rib to puncture his lung.
He was in trouble – he knew it.
Grievous knew it too. The General’s every movement radiated confidence as he strolled towards Obi-Wan – he sensed victory was near.
Obi-Wan’s anger began to grow. It had been building all throughout this confrontation, but now it boiled over into a fiery rage taking hold in his veins. Damn it, he really didn’t have time for this! Every minute he spent out here in this waste dump battling this monster was one minute less that he could have spent planning how to get back Anakin.
He pictured the feel of the boy underneath him, writhing in agony as Obi-Wan took what was rightfully his. That would not happen if Grievous succeeded in killing him now.
He called upon every surge of anger, every ounce loathing for this…animal who murdered dozens of Jedi in cold blood. Something dark called at the back of his mind, urging him to strike at Grievous with all his anger and hatred. Compelled as he was by that anger, Obi-Wan found it difficult to resist.
Grievous stepped one his staff pieces, catching the fragment in midair. The electroshock aspect had long since stopped functioning, but the sharp end of the staff was still a very deadly weapon.
“Time to meet your destiny, Kenobi,” Grievous said, heading for the Jedi with an air of finality.
It was now or never. With only the briefest of hesitations, Obi-Wan struck out his hand and let loose with every trace of strength in his Force powered arsenal.
General Grievous never saw it coming.
Brilliant blue sparks exploded from Kenobi’s hand, showering the General with an onslaught of electrical energy. General Grievous screamed as the sudden unexpected attack hit him with the force of a rushing mag-lev train. Every emotion, every vestige of anger and frustration poured from the Jedi into the assault coming from his hand, resulting in a barrage of electrical energy that immediately overwhelmed any defenses the General had left. Kenobi roared as the lightning coursed from his fingertips, relishing in a power he had never experienced before. It was fury incarnate, and Grievous was the prisoner on whom the very Force had passed judgment.
The electrostaff fell from his hand. His duranium shell blackened and smelted as the vibrant energy bolts coursed throughout his body, short-circuiting his systems, wrecking their deadly toll. And even though the General did not have many organs left, he still screamed in agony as the lightning penetrated into his gutsack and his mask, searing the organic flesh within. Obi-Wan shouted with him as he electrocuted the cyborg – a monstrous, animalistic sound that he had never heard from any Jedi before him.
Grievous collapsed to the ground. As soon as it began the attack had ceased, but the damage was done. His strength had left him. He tried to stand using the fragment of his staff for leverage, but he could barely move his mechanical arms. His systems were damaged beyond repair…it was only a matter of time until they shut down entirely.
As he looked overhead at the Utapau sky, he saw something that send a chill down his metaphorical spine. A series of craft flew over the terrain, lifting off into space. Grievous knew them well, having used them himself from time to time. It was the escape craft used by the Separatist leaders. They were retreating.
Grievous screamed in mental outrage. He had not authorized this! And that was when it hit him. He had been abandoned.
He looked down to see the Jedi approaching him. Obi-Wan had recovered his lightsaber from the area and was now wielding it with an iron-tight grip. The murderous intent on his facial features was clear. This would not be an act of mercy. As he stared at the enemy who had vanquished him, Grievous could only ask himself one question. How? How could he have been bested by a single Jedi?!
The answer came to him in a sudden burst of clarity. He recalled Sidious’ words to him the day prior.
“We’ve gained a new ally, one who holds a valuable position on the Jedi Council…”
And then, only mere hours ago…
“Do not underestimate him. He is a worthy opponent…”
Grievous’ eyes widened beneath his mask. No…it, it could not be! It…it was him!
Oblivious to his turmoil, Obi-Wan loomed over the cyborg. The droid commander looked very worse for wear. He was in no shape to defend himself, that much was clear. He sensed the fear inside the General and reveled in the feeling, letting it fuel his determination to end this once and for all.
“Goodbye, General Grievous.”
Obi-Wan’s voice was cold, heartless. Grievous closed his eyes as he realized the truth. He had been played for a fool.
He opened them again to meet his executioner head on, and that was when Obi-Wan took action. In one fell move he plunged the saber deep into the General’s chest. Grievous screamed as the blade destroyed his internal organs. Yanking it viciously from his chest, Obi-Wan locked eyes with his rival, before swinging the lightsaber straight at Grievous’ neck. The energy blade cut straight through the vertebrae, separating the cyborg’s head from his body.
General Grievous, Supreme Commander of the Droid Armies, leader of the Separatists’ Jedi hunting agents, was dead.
Obi-Wan stood triumphant over his enemy. He looked down at his hand, the same right hand from which those vibrant blue bolts had spewed forth to destroy his adversary. He was still shocked at what he’d done. And yet, the power had felt incredible.
His comlink started beeping. Obi-Wan answered it with a trembling hand.
“Kenobi.”
“General, this is Cody. Are you all right, sir?”
Obi-Wan looked at the burnt droid-like body at his feet.
“Yes Cody. Everything’s all clear.”
“And Grievous?”
He heard the curiosity in the clone’s voice. “…He has been…taken care of,” Obi-Wan answered at last
“Excellent!” The Commander’s excitement was evident. Obi-Wan had to admit he was a little relieved the General was gone. Perhaps now they could finally end this war.
“How are things going up there?” he inquired.
“Not good. We’ve driven them back, but we’re taking heavy casualties. The enemy has deployed B3 ultra battle droids.”
Obi-Wan sighed. “All right. I’m on my way,” he answered, still shaken by what had transpired only moments ago.
He stared at the cybernetic corpse for a while longer, taking in the charred contours of its surface, the way the lightning had literally smelted portions of it in some places. He could not be sure he had not made a mistake. Defending himself against Grievous was one thing. Blasting the General the way he had was an entirely different matter. He had acted in anger and hatred, unleashing a terrible use of the Force in the process. And that was clearly against the Jedi Code.
And yet, the indescribable rush of feelings had been exhilarating. For once, he had given himself over entirely to his emotions, instead of maintaining the placid Jedi calmness. The sense of power that gave him, as he torched the General to a burnt shell of a warrior, was inexplicably marvelous. He wasn’t sure whether he had done the right thing or not, attacking Grievous like that instead of accepting defeat. Obi-Wan knew only one thing.
He wanted more.
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