431. General Grievous, born
Turn the time back to two months ago, Geonosis.
A pair of ferocious eyes with vertical pupils suddenly opened, and the eyeballs slowly moved, looking at everything around them.
Medical robot, Bacta tank, robotic arm, doctor, and... Geonosians.
Raising his hands, what he saw was a pair of robotic arms. Although unfamiliar, they were very flexible. There was no delay at all from the signal transmitted from the brain to the action of the robotic arms.
And almost at the same time, countless scanned data appeared in his eyes, and everything around him was analyzed in detail.
A Geonosians with a cane came over and spoke in the language of Geonosis. The translator immediately translated the language, "Are you awake, General Grievous?"
"I am... what happened?" Grievous lowered his head and looked at his body. This was a body wrapped in a cold shell, but he could feel his beating and hot heartbeat underneath his body.
"Your operation was successful, General Grievous." Archduke Poggle Poggle-Inferior walked over with a cane and said, "We used the most advanced biomechanical technology to build this body for you, which ensures that you have extremely powerful power, enough for you to destroy all Jedi Knight!"
"Jedi Knight..." Grievous repeated the term, and he felt a surge of anger welling up, "They plotted to assassinate me and shot down my spaceship... I... want to kill them! Kill them all!!"
Poggle-The inferior looked at Grievous's reaction with satisfaction and said in Geonosian language: "It seems that your memory has recovered very well. Now, you can go see your leader."
"Leader? No! I have no leader!! No one is qualified to lead me!" Grievous roared.
"He is the one who gave you a new life. He funded you and gave you such a powerful body. At the same time, he is wise and decisive, and is a great leader." Another voice came from outside the door, and Thornhill walked in.
"I know you, Thorn-Hill, the co-chairman of the InterGalactic Banking Clan." Grievous said.
"Of course you know me, because before you were attacked by Jedi Knight, you were our collection agent. You should still remember it, right?" San-Hir's smile was a little cold. He stepped aside and behind him were four IG-100 security robots holding high-voltage electric wands. "Do you remember these robots? These are security robots specially designed and manufactured according to your requirements."
"I... remember. These stinking, useless robots!"
"Very good, then let's go and meet your future leader--Count Dooku." After finishing speaking, San-Hir took Grievous and walked outside. He didn't dare to leave the protection of those IG-100 guard robots, just because he was worried that Grievous would suddenly remember something and crush his neck.
However, this did not happen. Grievous followed the two of them quietly until they came to Count Dooku.
"I'm glad to see you survived in the end and are willing to obey my command." Count Dooku's words were still full of contempt.
"You are Count Dooku..."
"That's right. In the next period of time, I will train you to make you stronger enough to tear your enemies into pieces." Count Dooku said.
"That's right, my enemy... my sworn enemy! Uh-huh..." Grievous felt dizzy, and he subconsciously wanted to cover his forehead, but what came next was the sound of metal palms colliding with the metal shell, and a feeling of emptiness, "That's right... Jedi Knight!"
"That's right." Count Dooku nodded to Archduke Poggle and Thorn Hill with satisfaction.
Two months later, Grievous stood in front of Count Dooku with a respectful attitude.
"Your training has been completed very well, Grievous." Count Dooku said, "I have taught you all Form VII lightsaber combat. You... have enough power to kill a Jedi Knight."
"It's not enough, I want to become stronger." Grievous's voice was extremely dull under the cover of the metal shell.
"Your training will continue, but I don't have time to spend any more time with you. You may still have a few years to hone yourself, but I have to plan something beyond my personal ability... For example, a powerful force that can rival Galactic Republic." Count Dooku said, opened his clothes, took off a Lightsaber from his waist and handed it to Grievous.
This is the green Lightsaber that he killed before, Jedi Master Seve-Master Dias.
"This Lightsaber originally belonged to an old friend of mine, and now I give it to you. Just use Jedi Knight's own weapon to tear them apart!" Count Dooku said with a proud smile.
Grievous took Lightsaber, but said nothing.
Count Dooku smiled contemptuously again, "This is an incomparable gift, especially for a... robot. So, if you want to express your gratitude, it is not inappropriate at this time. Hahahaha..."
After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for Grievous to reply, and walked away with a chuckle.
Grievous raised his hand to examine Lightsaber in his hand, and pressed the button. The pair of vertical pupils under the metal shell became ferocious.
Uh-huh!! The green Lightsaber sword popped out instantly, "I..."
Grievous's voice was like that of a demon. He suddenly rose up. His body was so fast that it was unimaginable. Lightsaber chopped off the head of an IG-100 robot next to him with a single stroke in his hand.
"... No..."
Upon discovering that they were under attack, the IG-100 robots also picked up high-voltage electric wands to resist, but Lightsaber in Grievous's hands was like a poisonous snake, opening and closing at extremely fast speeds and at tricky angles. If a Jedi Knight is present, you will definitely be surprised, because this is the fourth style of Lightsaber Form VII, Ataru!
"... Robot!!!!" Grievous roared angrily, his voice echoing in the empty hall.
As the sound disappeared, there were a few bangs and bangs, and the remains of the IG-100 robots scattered piece by piece, rolling down on the ground.
In another room, Count Dooku knelt on one knee. In front of him was the projection of Das-Sidious wearing a black cloak. "My Lord, Grievous's training has been initially completed. We have cleared his memory and transfused him with the blood of Seve Dias."
"However, our experiment failed. Jedi Master's blood did not give Grievous the ability to communicate with the Force, but his powerful physical functions and determined the Will made up for everything. He has forgotten the meaningless past, and now Grievous, his glory and nobility belonging to Caladanian demigod, has been covered by a cold heart of revenge and unparalleled rage."
"Under that indestructible shell is an extremely powerful general and great strategist. He has no sympathy and no fear, including death! In the foreseeable future, he will lead countless robot legions to tear this rotten..."
"Galactic Republic!"