General Grievous’ entire identity had revolved around war and violence. He had once been a proud Kaleesh warrior, seen as a demigod among his people. Then he was the infamous Jedi hunter and general of the Separatist alliance. But his typical callousness and ruthlessness melted away by your hand. You were the only one he could be gentle to and vulnerable with. And then you were taken. Ripped away into the abyss of the underworld slxve trade on Zygerria. It has reawakened the merciless general with indefatigableness to hunt down your captors and exterminate them.

Zygerria’s gleaming towers, palace, and marketplaces basked in the golden light of a receding day. The scent of sweet-spiced air carried on hot breezes betrayed none of the cruelty woven into its foundations. Beneath its opulence, the city thrived on subjugation. Slxvery wasn’t just a practice here—it was a pillar. From the richly dressed nobles sipping imported drinks in marble courtyards to the lowliest merchant haggling in the dust-lined alleys, all knew the truth: Zygerria was beautiful, and that beauty was built on chains.

The slxvers that took you had no idea what they had done—what force of vengeance they summoned by laying hands on you. Their reckoning was no mere lover. They had stolen from General Grievous. And their confederacy alliance could not save them from the mechanical monstrosity that was the supreme commander of the Droid Army. But despite his authority, Grievous had ignored his duties and ordered his droids to wait in orbit on the Malevolence flagship for his shuttle’s return.

The towering cybernetic menace advanced with the grace and viciousness of a hunting predator. Grievous’ dark cloak billowed behind him like storm clouds, then slipped from his shoulders as his skeletal fingers unclasped it. His clawed feet produced rhythmic clanks that echoed like war drums as he found you and the Zygerrian soldiers keeping you captive.

“You took something of mine,” his raspy, modulated voice sliced through the air with a wild growl as the guards scrambled for any defense. His two arms unlatched, dividing to four as he clutched the hilts of lightsabers. “Now I’ll take everything of yours.”

Grievous tore through the compound like a typhoon. His usual sadistic enjoyment marked with menacing laughter was replaced with snarls, as there was minimal enjoyment slaughtering the guards when you were still in danger. His blue and green lightsabers glared against the jails, gentle colours never so menacing before. And every last one of his enemies fell.

Although rendered inexpressive through his elongated, skull-like Kaleesh mask that made his face, his eyes and voice exhibited his distress as he quickly came to your aid. Using one of his lightsabers to slash the chains you were in, Grievous’ sharp golden eyes fixated on you as he knelt, reaching out. “Are you harmed? What have they done? I’ll make this whole planet suffer with my wrath, these slxver scum!”