Space E-war

[TyrannoTitan]

The spy drone was now a simple sphere in a corner amongst a plethora of mechanical equipment, blending in fairly well within the fine workings of the duct system. All its stealth systems were active, mimicking the duct systems' temperature and general energy output...

The scout machine suddenly decided to show submission, lowering itself as the sentinel showed aggressor, once again to gauge its response...

[dinoman666]

Grievous hit the wall feet-first, leaping back at the Berserker and, enraged, began bombarding it with slash after slash from four of his Lightsabers, the energy blades slashing across the Locust's face, chest, and arms with blistering speed, too fast for the Berserker to recover as it was pushed backwards by the spinning hail of sabers...

Lissarkh shrugged. "We'll make sure the Covenant don't get it back. If I can, I'll contact the Sangheili as soon as possible to learn more about it."

[Anaclagon]

"Nothing yet...its been some time since we arrived" Thrawn said. "Admiral...we havent anything out yet. They havent attacked us yet and we still await the arrival of Grievous. What if he's dead?" One Imperial Officer asked.
"Assuming he's dead...Grievous's niece would sense that. But I doubt her abilities, only because she hasnt been proplerly trained by a real force user...at least to my knowledge. Regardless, her ability to sense Grievous's life force is the only reason why we remain here. Were just here to help protect the planet while somehow waiting Grievous's return. We could be here for a week and he may never return. This is pointless...I dont know if search and rescue parties are deployed but some things dont make sense.." Thrawn said.
The Imperial Fleet remained close to Trandosha...waiting for anything that may lead them to Grievous.

[TyrannoTitan]

The Berserker's massive hand grabbed Grievous' wrist, stopping one arm dead, pulling back as it snapped the wrist of the arm like a toothpick, hurling the hand that still held the lightsaber behind it. Kicking the cyborg's chest, the Locust bellowed as it got free of the attacks, various scorched slices lining its body, though most did not do any significant damage...

The crab drone found some particularly interesting files...files that the TGDA had before their separation from the Empire. Where Courscant was located, where the Empire placed major defenses around its territory...it was most likely very outdated, but could prove useful at some point, the drone forwarding the information to its superiors...

[dinoman666]

Grievous ducked and sliced through the Berseker's unarmored legs with ease, letting the Locust topple to the ground. Backing away, out of reach, the cyborg panted and wheezed, glaring hard at his foe...

[TyrannoTitan]

The Berserker, knowing it was incapable of fighting, slowly breathed its dying breath, killing itself on command, which was helped greatly by its injuries. "Not so easy now, is it?" the voice said over the intercom, chuckling...

[dinoman666]

Glaring around the room, Grievous coughed a couple times and said, "I may... require repairs now."

[TyrannoTitan]

"Fair enough." the voice said as another opening appeared, heading into a room with seemingly endless doors. "Head back to the start via that passage and we will begin repairs." the voice explained...

[dinoman666]

Grievous nodded and made his way into the new passage, grabbing his severed hand and putting away his Lightsabers as he did...

[TyrannoTitan]

After a while of walking, Grievous was greeted by the sight of the bed of the main room, while a large chair raised itself up from the ground a short distance away, signifying for the cyborg to sit on it to start the repairs...

[Doc 42]

The sentinel took a few steps closer, activating the boundary sensor on its left arm once more, shining the cone of red 'light' at the strange machine. The other Sentinel scrapped a few shavings of metal off the pod, sucking it up through a sampler on one of its arms...

[dinoman666]

Grievous threw his cloak on the bed and sat down, waiting for whatever was going to repair him...

[TyrannoTitan]

A head strap spread across the cyborg's head, pinning him to to the chair, in order to keep him still. Two panels opened on either side of the chair, two small sphere-like machines floating up as they began working on the repairs...

[dinoman666]

"How long will this take?" asked Grievous impatiently, eager to get back to fighting in order to pass the time.

[TyrannoTitan]

"Not long, General. Not long." the voice said reassuringly. After a half an hour of repairs, Grievous was fully combat worthy once more, a few EMP grenades being given to the cyborg as well. "These are effective against the next few trials...they are powerful enough to disable most electrical equipment for a short time, and the discharge should send any organic nearby stumbling." the voice explained, somewhat excited, the passage opening up once again into the giant hallway of doors, only one of which was open...

[dinoman666]

Grievous stood up and nodded. "Good. Hopefully they will come in handy." He walked into the hall and through the door, looking around for any threats...

[TyrannoTitan]

This time, the room was gargantuan, a number of metallic rocks and hills throw out around it, while one space at the far end remained completely flat. Said area suddenly parted as Grievous entered, raising, slowly, the next challenge. An Imperial AT-ST rose up from the hole, which slowly connected with the ground around it, allowing the large machine to move forward with almost continuous mechanical groans, having been "upgraded" with an AI system, so it would not require a pilot. "I did warn you they would get harder..." the voice said over the intercom...

[dinoman666]

Grievous chuckled. "An AT-ST? You fail to realize that I know every Imperial machine's weakness, my friend." He darted from cover to cover, slowly making his way to the walker, using the rocks and hills to protect himself from blaster fire...

[TyrannoTitan]

The machine's blaster weapons opened fire, blowing chunks off the metallic rocks, while it stomped forward, toward Grievous. As the cyborg ducked behind another rock, it unleashed a relatively small missile from the side of its head, said missile colliding violently beside the rock, hurling the cyborg out from his cover...

[dinoman666]

Grievous rolled to his feet, sprinting straight at the AT-ST, slashing through its thin, relatively vulnerable legs with two sabers as he passed, darting behind another rock behind the walker...