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Grim jumped out of her ship, purple blade shining, before her feet even touched the hanger floor. Her saber moved quickly as she deflected the blaster bolts that the droids fired at her. By the time Anakin and Obi-Wan landed the space was covered in the metal bodies of droids. That was Grim, padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, reckless and impulsive, and determined to a fault. The young girl turned around to see the two Jedi. She blew some of her messy blonde hair out of her face and put a hand on her hip. “Took you long enough, boys,” she said with a smirk.
“Well someone,” Obi-Wan looked at Anakin. “Decided not to use his brain.”
Anakin shot his old master a look, “I saved you from the buzz droids.”
Grim laughed, “well, come on dorks. Let’s go save the chancellor.” She looked bubbly as if nothing could stop her, yet Obi-Wan noticed the way she said chancellor. It was dark and didn’t fit with the rest of the statement that had an innocent fluffy air to it.
“I agree no more stalling,” said Anakin, oblivious to the padawan’s undertone. He looked at Artoo, “can you locate the chancellor?” The blue and white astromech whistled and began to look through the ship’s security feed.
“He’s in Grevious’ quarters,” noted Obi-Wan when the little droid projected the footage.
“I sense Dooku,” Anakin told them, clenching his metal hand as he remembered the battle that cost him that same arm.
“I sense a trap,” piped up Grim looking between the older Jedi.
“Next move?” asked Anakin.
“Spring the trap,” replied Master Kenobi.
“As if that never goes wrong,” said the teenager rolling her eyes. Though the three Jedi had no other ideas so off they went to spring the trap.
The little droid started to follow them, “Artoo, stay with the ship,” ordered Anakin.
“Here take this and wait for orders,” said Obi-Wan tossing the astromech a comlink.
The three Jedi made their way to the elevators, “go-gos!” shouted Grim as her purple blade came to life moments before the two Jedi Knights blue ones shone beside her’s. They deflected some of the blast but when the door opened they entered the elevator.
“Drop your weapons,” said the all too familiar voice of a B1 battle droid. “I said drop ‘em.” There was a chorus of ‘roger roger’s before the three Jedi cut the droids down.
The elevator came to a sudden stop, “did you press the stop button?” Kenobi asked Skywalker.
“No, did you?”
“No.”
The two men looked at the teenage padawan, “wasn’t me either,” she said with a shrug.
“Well there’s more than one way out of here,” Anakin decided as he activated his blue lightsaber and began to cut a hole in the ceiling.
“We don’t want to get out, we want to get moving,” the padawan reminded the reckless knight.
“Artoo activate elevator 31174,” Obi-Wan said to his comm while his two padawans bickered in the background. “Come in Artoo. Artoo do you copy? Artoo activate elevator 31174. Activate elevator 31174. Artoo we-“ Obi-Wan stopped talking as Anakin finished cutting the hole and a chunk of ceiling nearly fell on him. Anakin leaped out of the hole while Grim just rolled her eyes.
“Always on the move,” the padawan sighed.
“So are you, my young padawan,” Obi-Wan reminded her.
“I’m seventeen now, I’m not young,” she muttered as Obi-Wan went back to trying to communicate with Artoo. Then the elevator began to go down super fast and both Obi-Wan and Grim fell back.
“Artoo we need to be going up not down!” Obi-Wan shouted. Grim let out a little chuckle finding it slightly amusing. The elevator stopped and then started going back up. “Now, that’s better,” sighed the Jedi Master, dusting himself off.
Anakin fell through the ceiling and the two Jedi activated their lightsabers instinctively, before they recognized Anakin. “Oh, it’s you,” they both sighed in relief.
“What was that all about?” asked Anakin.
“Well Artoo was-,” started Obi-Wan.
“Hey no loose wire jokes,” interrupted Anakin.
“Did I say anything?”
“He’s trying.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Grim snorted when her master’s voices cracked. “But you would.”
Soon they reached the area where the chancellor was being held, Grim rolled her eyes as she saw the old man sitting in a spiny chair watching the battle outside, before he turned the chair to face the three Jedi. “Chancellor,” said Obi-Wan, bowing slightly.
“Are you alright?” asked Anakin.
“Count Dooku,” was all the old man said in response.
The three Jedi turned around to see the Sith standing above them. “This time we do it together,” Obi-Wan told Anakin.
“I was about to say that.”
“I’m fighting him too,” butted in Grim.
“Get help, you’re no match for him, he’s a Sith Lord,” Palpatine told the three Jedi.
“Chancellor Palpatine, Sith Lords are our specialty,” Obi-Wan replied.
“You say directly to the secret Sith Lord,” muttered Grim so nobody could hear her.
“Your swords please, we don’t want to make a mess of things in front of the chancellor,” Dooku told the three Jedi.
“You won’t get away this time, Dooku,” Obi-Wan replied, igniting his blue saber and getting into the brace stance of Soresu. Anakin ignited his saber as well positioning himself to attack. Then Grim activated her shining purple blade, finally Dooku ignited his red stained saber.
The three Jedi swung their sabers at the Sith, and with his graceful form of Makashi he blocked the Jedi strikes with ease. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” he told the three Jedi.
“My powers have doubled since the last time we met, Count,” Anakin replied.
“Good, twice the pride, double the fall,” said Dooku with a smile.
“Wait, wasn’t our last fight like two months ago?” asked Grim.
They all ignored Grim’s comment and kept fighting, the fight quickly moving to the top of the stairs. Dooku threw Anakin and Grim to the side and began to force choke Obi-Wan before throwing him back down on the ground and sending a ledge on top of him. “Master!” cried Grim, running over to him despite knowing he’d be alright.
Anakin and Dooku kept fighting but Grim didn’t watch, she knew Obi-Wan would be okay, however she couldn’t stop worrying about him. It wasn’t until Palpatine said, “good, Anakin, good,” that Grim broke out of her worry for her master. Her head turned around so fast her neck could’ve almost broken. “Kill him, kill him now.”
“I shouldn’t,” said Anakin.
“Do it!” Palpatine urged.
“Don’t!” shouted Grim, but by the time the words came out of her mouth, Dooku’s head was no longer connected to the rest of his body.
“You did well, Anakin, he was too dangerous to be left alive,” said Palpatine, trying to convince the young man it was okay.
“Yes, but he was an unarmed prisoner,” said Anakin as he used the force to release Palpatine.
“Technically he was an un-handed prisoner,” cut in Grim. Anakin and Palpatine gave her a look. “What? I’m not wrong.”
“I shouldn’t have done that, it’s not the Jedi way,” Anakin continued as if Grim hadn’t just made that comment.
“It was only natural,” Palpatine replied, “he cut off your arm and you wanted revenge.”
“Revenge destroys people,” cut in the padawan again, as she lifted up her master. “I’ve seen it happen, it destroys the soul itself. Wanting revenge is natural, in that respect you are correct chancellor, however seeking revenge or acting out of revenge is what the Jedi teach against.”