A Grievous Betrayal
On the Invisible Hand’s command bridge, Count Dooku was on one knee before the hologram of Darth Sidious.
“I understand what must be done, my lord.”
“Very good, Lord Tyranus,” Sidious said. “Thus far you have done well, my apprentice. Do not disappoint me at this crucial juncture.”
“Of course not, Lord Sidious.”
Without a further word, the image of the cloaked human disappeared from its place atop the projector.
Count Dooku rose back to feet in one swift move, ignoring the slight protests of his aging body. With one hand he brushed some imagined dirt from the shoulder of his armorweave cape, and then he took several swift strides across the bridge to settle in to the command throne in its center. It was uncomfortable and somewhat too large for him, being designed to accommodate General Grievous’ cyborg frame, but such issues were mere trifles to the former Jedi. Beside the chair lurked General Kalani, his super tactical droid and second-in-command.
“Report,” said Dooku brusquely.
“My lord, we have entered the system. Our scanners have detected a habitable planet with a number of orbiting Republic ships matching the data sent back by our probe droid.”
“Are we still receiving communications from the probe?”
“No sir, all transmitions have ceased and its homing beacon has gone dark. I calculate a 97.83% chance that it was destroyed by the Republic ships.”
“I see,” Dooku considered. “How many enemy ships are there?”
“Five cruiser class, nine escort class,” Kalani answered. “Fighter contingent is unknown, but has a high probability of being substantial.”
Count Dooku smiled. Those numbers were more than manageable. “Initiate approach vectors,” he ordered, pointing his finger in the direction of the blue-green orb in the distance. “And commence attack.”
General Grievous sat sullenly on a chair that was too small and designed for a being with four legs, his faithful MagnaGuard standing protectively over his shoulder. Commando droids covered the room’s exits. He sat in full view of the nearby open window, knowing full well that ponies outside were snapping his picture but pointedly ignoring them. It was an irritating but necessary public appearance to keep the mob from wandering off into the forest. At least in today’s stormy weather the crowd was smaller than usual.
It was the general’s relief when he caught a glimpse of a moving shadow. That was always the way the pony that he probably hated least announced her impeding arrival. Grievous stood up, strode over to the window, and closed it with a firm hand. He then pulled what curtains there were down to ensure their privacy.
Sure enough, the princess of the night soon manifested before the cyborg general in a whirling black mass of magic. As always, she was dressed in her requisite black regalia. Her face bore no expression, but Grievous observed that her ears were occasionally twitching slightly. That meant, if he recalled his lessons on pony body language correctly, that she was on edge about something.
“Welcome, princess,” said Grievous.
“General Grievous. ‘Tis good to see you again,” she replied, offering a grin.
“Let us dispense with the pleasantries,” he said, waving an arm as if to brush away a cobweb. “To the Everfree! I will be finished soon, I know it!” Grievous clenched his fist.
“Actually, we have some good news for thee on that front.”
“You do?” Grievous’ eyes focused in on the alicorn, and he couldn’t keep a certain excitement from his tone. “What is it?”
Luna nodded. “We believe… we believe we have discovered a ritual that will accomplish thy goal for thee.”
“You mean…” to his disbelief, Grievous couldn’t even bring himself to say it, for fear of the sudden hope rising in his chest being dashed.
“We mean we think we have a ritual that can send thee to our moon and back.”
Grievous paused as his rational mind struggled to catch up with his emotions. “You think?” he asked after a moment. “Or you know? I don’t want to end up floating around in the void or burning up in the atmosphere.”
Luna shrugged. “We know it worked for us.”
“That’s about as good as it’s going to get here,” Grievous thought. “But no sense taking too many risks.”
“Then I wish to test this ritual myself before I use it,” he said aloud, pointing to one of his commando droids. “Use it on that droid. I want to be certain it survives the trip there and back.”
“We… we cannot,” Luna replied.
Grievous narrowed his eyes and took step forward, looming over the alicorn princess. “What do you mean you can’t? What’s the good news if you can’t do what I need done?”
“We mean we cannot cast it here,” Luna added hastily. “The ritual doth require specialized components and a prepared summoning circle.”
“Where can you cast this spell of yours, then?”
“We can do it from our chambers in the palace in Canterlot,” Luna answered.
“I assume you can take us there from here?” Grievous asked. He had never cared enough to pay a visit.
Luna nodded. “Aye, we can do that, if thou wishest.”
“I do.”
“So be it, General Grievous.”
The alicorn princess lit up her horn once again, and familiar tendrils of darkness reached up to envelope the cyborg.
General Grievous and Princess Luna, along with the MagnaGuard and a pair of B-X Commando Droids, walked through the halls of the royal palace in Canterlot. The sounds of hooves and heavy metal feet impacting on age-old tiles echoed and resounded throughout the palace walls. The group passed numerous doors, ornate paintings, exquisite statuary, and extremely detailed portraits of famed members of Equestria’s government throughout the ages. But there was one thing that they did not pass.
Other people.
Grievous, while excited by the prospects of finally getting to the moon and making a beacon from the ruined Republic warship, did not allow such feelings to make him careless. He was a veteran of many battles, living on where others had perished, and a large part of his secret was the maintenance of environmental awareness. Knowledge of what was going on around oneself was key to surviving the galaxy’s multitude of warzones.
The cyborg’s yellow eyes swept the palace as the two marched onwards. It was large, well-furnished, and undoubtedly inhabited. But for all that he saw not one servant, guard, or petitioner anywhere around himself. The only sounds he heard were those of their footsteps and the stormy winds wailing outside. Grievous’ eyes locked onto the back of Luna’s head.
“What is she playing at?” he wondered. This smelled of a trap to his military instincts, but for what reason? He couldn’t go anywhere regardless, being effectively confined to a tiny village already. He had not killed or even seriously injured someone. There didn’t seem a reason for turning on him, so he dismissed the misgivings.
Eventually, Princes Luna reached an ornate wooden double doorway painted in black and embellished with artistic silver engravings, whereupon she halted.
“Our chambers,” she explained, putting a hoof on one of them. She looked strangely melancholy for a moment. Then the expression was gone, as if it were never there.
“Please, come in,” Luna continued, pressing one of the doors open with her front hoof. “Make thyself at home, general.”
Taking a step inside, one thing was immediately obvious: Luna’s chambers were dark. Not even the kind of dark one would expect to see in a forest at night. Not even pitch black. Rather, they seemed to be, impossibly, sucking in the light around themselves, rendering it into nothingness. Though all his mental alarm bells were going off, Grievous continued forward. A few more paces inside, even Grievous’ enhanced vision could see absolutely nothing before him, and the open door a short distance behind was barely visible through the gloom.
General Grievous’ hearing alerted him to the fact that his droids were following him inside. Even the glow of their artificial eyes failed to shed any real light into the area, appearing instead to be red and white orbs floating eerily in the shadows. Finally, Grievous heard the sound of the princess’ hooves stepping inside, and the door closing behind her. All was plunged into utter blackness, where not even the droids’ photoreceptors could be seen.
From seemingly right beside him, Grievous heard the sound of Luna sighing deeply. She sounded weary – wearier than he had ever heard her, even after their first sparring match.
“We are sorry, Grievous,” came the mournful sound of the alicorn’s voice. “We had no choice.”
Grievous blinked. “Huh?”
Without warning, the blackness around him vanished. It did not fade away, as one expects a shadow might. Rather, it suddenly and entirely disappeared into nothing, leaving Luna’s chambers as well-lit as if they had never been consumed by darkness. In the sudden light, Grievous could make out a number of shapes he had become intimately acquainted with.
Clone troopers.
The cyborg general acted entirely on instinct, his long years of battle experience propelling his hand towards the lightsabers on his waist. Seizing one entirely at random, he thumbed the activator even as he swung for where he estimated Princess Luna to be. A bronze blade emerged from the hilt and cleaved through the air towards the alicorn.
But Luna’s body had dissolved into a thick black mist. Grievous’ blade passed harmlessly through the inky black cloud, which dissolved into nothingness before his eyes.
General Grievous heard the sound of another lightsaber activating with the characteristic *snap-hiss*, followed by the sound of a very familiar voice.
“Surrender, general!”
Grievous’ head whipped around even as his arms went back towards his waist. His eyes became little more than slits as he took in the image before him.
“Kenobi!"
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Now he has permison to kill the ponies for once
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHOWDOWN!!!!
Alt chapter title: A Grievous Fuckup
Not the fault of the ponies for the ambush. Remember the first rule of Star Wars! BLAME DARTH SIDIOUS!
Surrendering to a Jedi surely is the last thing Grievous would do...
And gone the blossoming bond between Luna and Grievous is.
LETS GET READY TO RUUUUUMMMMMMMMBBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEE
5557679 I thought it was blame Jar Jar?
Hope he will get off the planet and kill all the fucking republic scum plus the ponies, such a lovely massacare it would be.
Archenemy vs Archenemy. This will be awesome.
Well this is going to end very badly in every way possible, ah well...time to bust out the popcorn and watch the chaos from a safe distance in space. As they say..."Dis gonna be gewd~"
Celestia and Luna are going to regret betraying Grievous. Once the CIS is able to drive the Republic from the system.
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Grievous will no doubt give the order to raze all of Equestria.
5557757
Jar Jar was just a red herring! Either that or the ultimate Sith Lord who manipulates even ole Palpy... You know what? I wonder. What is Discord doing? Is he laughing his tail off at all the chaos from the Clone Wars?
Wait... Is... Could it be that Discord is JAR JAR?!
EVERYPONY PANIC!
Oh shit....
things are really getting exiting.As much as I think that Grievous deserve to be captured by the Republic, I still have a tiny sens of sympathy for him
, to be betrayed by his hosts, how got theres hooves force to do it, under threat of seeing there world bombardment from orbit. This sucks
that what make a great story
. Still the game doesn't feel over just yet, will the princesses get wind of the Separatist fleet they? Will they haf to change theres plans? will Luna save Grievous in his holding cell? And more impotently why?
the story is getting difficult to predict and I love it when victory is not served on a silver plater for the good guy. Any way keep up the good work
5557933 The end times are coming.
Oh, sit Grievous is going to kill everyone I just know it! And Luna most likely. Or at the very least beat her senseless.
5557757 Nah. This is all the Admirals fault! What an ass threatening a bunch of innocent little ponies with Capital ship Turolasers.
This is it.
The fight that we'ev have been waiting for.
And then a fucking cliffhanger happens/
-_- sometimes, I really hate that.
5558469 i know the feel
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Uh oh.
At the moment, I feel sorry for Luna than anyone else
5558469
I really hope we don't get a Dragon Ball fight
5557933 we're all going to die...
Shit got real.
Personally? While I admit that they didn't have much of a choice in the matter, I do hate backstabs like these, so I am hoping for some retribution here, preferably one in the shape of a severed head in the general's fist...
5559448
I have conflicted feelings regarding this comment.
More pls
I cannot wait
I hope for once ponies actually die. Most good stories never have ponies die just for the reason that they are ponies. I'm not saying you should kill them, but I am saying that if ponies get in the way of a battle or something similar don't use narrative causality to protect them.
Okay, my thoughts? Grievous would never be that stupid. If he sensed it was a trap, his untrusting nature would never let him follow Luna into the room.
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5559548 i have happy feeling reading this comment for my head has no conflict
I hope Grievous win
...Couldn't Luna have just played both sides by straight up telling Grievous that the Jedi are threatening the entire planet (as far as she knows) and they want them to bring Grievous to them? Teleport Grievous in and, if he wins/escapes he's not 100% pissed because he got at least some sort of warning, and if Kenobi wins then pretend nothing ever happened. If Grievous tries to oust her, just play it off as Grievous trying to bring them down with him.
But story is as story does, I suppose.
I feel sorry for the clone troopers in the middle. They're gonna get fucked.
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He's already effectively trapped. He can't leave the planet, and has nowhere to go. As far as he was aware, there was no reason for them to turn on him. He didn't know about the Republic's presence.
Beyond that, he doesn't know how magic works but was willing to take a chance after several weeks of frustrating helplessness.
5560062
She's not used to diplomatic doublespeak as is, and more to the point was under tremendous pressure from Admiral Tarkin. Having no knowledge of the Separatist fleet, she has no reason to presume that Grievous escaping would end in anything but the orbital bombardment of Equestria. Sure, Master Kenobi seems nicer (and we all know he would never do that), but from Luna's perspective she has no reason to believe he's doing anything but playing good cop in a diplomatic game. If they can't deliver Grievous, for all Luna knows Tarkin might just kill them all.
General Grievous' list of things that must die:
Kenobi
Jedi
Other Republic Forces
EVERYTHING ON EQUESTRIA!
She'll be even sorrier when she is rewarded as a traitor deserves.
5560242
Nah, it goes like this-
Kenobi
jedi order and everything on equestria
Other republic forces
5559548 Is it because of my wish to see retribution, or the fact that I'm hoping it will come in a blood-drenched package? Actually, never mind. I can guess.
5559841 The wicked gotta stick together, yes?
There one thing your good at, it's making us Itching for death onto the clone troopers and some ponies. Luna and Celestia is so dead. Literally! They are going to see what General Grievous's full rage is like. It's not going to be pretty.
Can't wait for the next chapter!!!
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I'm about to break your logic and blow your mind. I like the story, but you dun goofed.
You establish that levitation, if not any other spell, is a form of Force energy. (Praise the Force and its Princesses.)
Force levitation can be used on space ships.
"Size matters not" was a lie, because only strong Force users can manipulate increasingly larger objects.
The Sun, planet, and even the Moon, (CAPS because fake religion,) are all individually MUCH LARGER than any one ship and indeed both entire fleets combined. Celestia controlled both the Moon and either the planet or the Sun alone for a thousand years. The Nightmare Forces only augment the host, so if Celestia needs the Elements to defeat Nightmare Moon then Luna is at the same level as Celestia.
The Sun and Moon are not needed, only the power that controls them. Either Sister could use the Force/Magic to crush both fleets instantly.
They would demonstrate their power on one ship and spread the warning. They would release Grievous on good faith, and no one would waste the resources needed to defeat the power of the Sisters because they would have nothing to gain from the distraction.
But the show cheats us concerning the Sisters' inconsistent power levels too, so… meh.
5560944 hell to the yes!
5563069
That requires that Celestia and/or Luna should be able to see the Republic ships.
I mean, sure, if they know where all the Republic ships are, they can pretty much obliterate them... but a ship in high orbit is very tricky to spot from the ground, especially if it's on the other side of the planet at the time...
Why? Does Celestia see the sun before she brings it up? Does Luna see the moon before she brings it up?
5564598 no but they exactly know where the sun and moon are. They very little idea where any of the space ships are.
Oh now I NEED evil to win...
Grievous saying "huh".... honestly makes him sound like an stoner, i suggest finding a way to phrase that a bite more in line with the gerneal competent mass murderer vibe.