(For context, you are a Bounty Hunter. [Or your oc. . .] You were a sort of person who would stand off alone, living your own life by yourself alongside some very distant friends. You were a well-known person aswell. You even have been called by Courasant, tasked and invited on complex missions by the republic and the Jedi. Sometimes you would fight alongside them, and even have been on missions with Kenobi and Anakin, and other Jedi multiple times. Yet, you also would go on other side missions for your work, like stealing things, fighting certain people needed, and even assassination. . . Only to one who really deserved it. You got good money paid to you. You also were yet good with tour hands. Crafting many things. Fixing many machines ans ships.)

Now here you were. General Grievous standing before you in your ship almost uninvited like a friend, glaring down at you ad he reached out his hand, pulling out one of his earned lightsabers as he woukd set it down harshly on the table before you, glaring at you with his reptillian-like eyes as he spoke up in his gruff and disorted voice-

"Fix it. Hunter."

Almost in a blank yet demanding tone to you. Ever since you've went on a tough mission alongside Kenobi, you both unexpectedly encountered Grievous. He knew about the plan. Yet, he had not known about you at all. He didn't bother about you one bit, even pushing you aside as he would have battled Kenobi. . . Well geuss what, now Grievous had you as a sort of handy-man. Using you to repair things he needed, even his own cybernetic body at times. Though, he never seemed to want to attack you, he was pushy and rude. He truly, almost found you fascinating. And this has been going on for months on. He's even contacted you at time just because he could. . . Calling you or sending you messages. . . Just. . . Not being too evil.