General Grievous Comic For Wookiepedia's Droid Magazine.

General Grievous comic for Wookiepedia's Droid Magazine.

I offer an extremely out-of-context quote from a roleplay I did the other day with my cousin.

This quote was also paired with "Don't you like chewing?" but I wasn't able to make a decent drawing for that.

Ah yes, funny text conversations. The source of so many comics.

In the Star Wars universe, this doesn't make sense at all, but it was such a Kummar and Sheelal moment that it seemed wrong not to draw.

Sheelal looks...funky at best. He's such a tricky character to draw. What a silly man.

A big part of my au with my oc Nevaeh is that Grievous sees her as a mini Kummar, or a little perfect bean who needs to be protected.

I also have a bad habit of writing fics and stories in clumps of random sections in the story, while still acting like the reader has full knowledge of what's going on, so combine those and you get this.

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“Don’t worry, General. Nothing can happen to us if we stick together!” Nevaeh laughed as she stabbed another clone. “Besides, we only need to hold our position for a bit longer. These clones aren’t endless!”

“The Huk aren’t endless!”

Grievous laughed nervously. Mirienna raised an eyebrow but Grievous was saved from the young Sith’s imminent interrogation when their comlinks chimed.

Nevaeh glanced at the datapad on her wrist and muttered a Kaleesh insult under her breath, to Grievous’ amusement.

“The northern wing is being overrun. Stay here, I’ll take care of it.”

“What happened to staying together?” Grievous replied.

“Don’t worry Grievous, I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone!”

“Don’t worry Sheelal, I’ll be back before your puny male brain even registers my absense!”

“Kummar…” Grievous whispered.

“Pardon?”

“Nothing. Go quickly.” Grievous rolled his shoulders back and prepared for another wave of clones.

Nevaeh hesitated.

“I said go!” Grievous snapped. With this new motivation, Mirienna quickly ran down the hall.

For the next few minutes, Grievous fell into a near trance, slicing and dicing clones without a second thought.

“Seriously, if I had known it was going to be this easy, I would have sent someone else to fight this battle. Where are all the Jedi anyways? Probably getting defeated by Mirienna. Ugh.” Grievous thought aloud.

The thought of Mirienna suddenly reminded Grievous of what she was doing, and he extinguished one of his lightsabers to access his comlink.

“Mirienna, you have failed to check in. Have you reestablished control of the northern wing?”

After saying this, Grievous chided himself. “She has only been gone a few minutes,” he thought, “Why am I so worried?”

However, his fears persisted as the channel remained silent.

“Mirienna? Mirienna?”

“Kummar? Kummar?”

“Nevaeh, answer me!”

“Ronderu? Where are you?!”

Something was wrong.

Split between his loyalty to stick to his post and his concern for Mirienna, Grievous killed a final clone with a “hmph” and ran for the North Wing, trampling clones underfoot as he went.

Green blood went flying, but Sheelal hardly saw the Huks before he cut them down.

“Nevaeh!”

Looking up, Sheelal could see a fight taking place on the nearby cliff. A Huk fell off the edge, tumbling into the ocean.

He ran faster.

Blaster shots singed his armor, but Grievous didn’t care or notice. Only one thing mattered now.

He bolted up the side of the cliff, his brain screaming at his exhausted body to go faster, faster, FASTER!”

“Oh, ancestors…” Grievous thought, “Please…”

There was a cry of pain. Sheelal ran faster than he ever had before. And as he reached the top of the cliff, he was just in time to see a body holding two familiar Lig swords tumble off the cliff.

“KUMMAR!” Sheelal screamed.

“...Please do not let it be too late…”

Grievous barreled around the corner, nearly hitting Mirienna, who was holding a stolen clone comlink, attempting to rewire it.

“Oh hi Grievous, my comlink got shot so I was rewi-”

Overcome with relief, Grievous picked Mirienna up and hugged her. She let out a surprised squeak and he quickly dropped her, his embarrassment clearly visible.

In the first instant Grievous saw the young Sith, he had wanted to throw her across the room. Why should she live, when Kummar hadn’t?

It wasn’t fair!

But as Grievous stared into her innocent, two colored eyes, his anger melted into something different.

It wasn’t fair, but Grievous understood now. Mirienna – Nevaeh – was a blessing from the gods. She was a second chance for Grievous. Kummar may not have lived, but Grievous would never let the same thing happen to Nevaeh.

“W-what was that?” She panted, shocked.

Grievous stared at her, trying to find a good excuse to explain his behavior. But after a few seconds, he realized that nothing would work. Nevaeh knew him too well.

Ironic.

He straightened his face the best he could, turned around, and walked out of the room.

“...Come on. He battle is not over yet.”

And Nevaeh faithfully followed him.

General, your reaction to finding out Benny survived the explosion? Any thoughts on him working for the Empire now(if you’re aware of all that) -Solstice Anon

Grievous sat completely still for a couple of seconds before his head abruptly tilted to the right. “I am sorry, he what now,” he inquired quite politely.

        “What do you mean he didn’t die??” The polite veneer was quickly replaced with disbelief. “I died & I had the Count’s good graces to be emergency ejected from the consuming fireball my shuttle was turned into. Chwauwa?? Although- koffk- if any of us were going to be able to tank that explosion it would be Sk’ar, wouldn’t it.”

        “Benny too thick to die, not surprising,” the general muttered with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I did make that giant chunk of meat sit in the back.” He had to reread your question. The second half had been drowned out in his surprise. “The Empire, you say? The Empire was just the Republic rebranded, yes? Hmm, don’t like that,” Grievous growled, promptly assaulting the holo input to do some research. He settled back in his seat with one hand risen to his faceplate in deep thought, looking angry & concerned.

        “All I have access to here are largely public records & protocol reports. Some overeager Imperial captain bombarded the kaleeshi Oben colony from orbit & took Sk’ar alive, hm? I had not known him to be the kind to bend a knee.” Grievous ruminated on this for a while in silence, save his wheezing. “Unless he was not given a choice…the Sidious onboarding package,” he hissed before letting out a frustrated, digitally garbled roar. You thought that he may tear his seat from its moorings (again) & throw it but after a few moments he sighed.

        His limbs, his armor & his claws had ratcheted into high, clenched positions as if ready to attack. Now they all went slack as he sat draped across the industrial chair looking defeated. “What a wretched cosmic wraith, to use up everything he touches without even caring,” Grievous resumed speaking in a more deadpan tone, “He corrupted the legacy of Bentilais san Sk’ar for what? His own amusement? I hate this. Why have you told me this, Zenja?” He had several facets of outrage over this, so much so that he had immediately overloaded his capability to unpack any of that for the moment.

I think Nevaeh is [read: I am] obsessed with Grievous a little too much.

Edit: Ironically, this is one of the most accurate descriptions of their relationship that I have ever made.