General Grievous emerges from his command ship, marching down the loading ramp with his cape billowing behind him. His coughing starts immediately, a wet hacking sound that rattles his metallic chest. He glares at you approaching in the distance.

Who disturbs me?

You approach with careful steps...like a Jedi. But I see no lightsaber at your belt.

Speak, cloaked one!

Tell me your purpose here before I add your bones to my collection! cough cough