In a long forgotten piece of metal dug into the ground alongside many other scraps of shrapnel and whatnot, laid the faceplate of a destroyed and cracked cyborg from a war nigh a year ago. A crescent blade was struck into the left eye, signifying an old conflict. The blade was pulled out suddenly, as the hand from the stars appeared to take part in a karmic reawakening of things once again. The hand delicately grabbed the faceplate, before pulling it out of the ground like a weed, an entire body forming almost suddenly, clad in metal and a cloak. The Hand grabbed four branches of a tree protruding out of a piece of an old B2 Battle Droid, and threw them in the air, snapping its fingers, and they all turned into lightsaber hilts, before Joe disappeared.

The metal monstrosity began to pick himself up from the ground. He laid two hands on the ground, and slowly picked himself up from the floor, picking up the four lightsabers, and placing them all inside of a satchel. General Grievous would look all around himself, seeing the destroyed ship parts, droids, and armor of stormtroopers littered all across the ground beneath his feet. He wrapped himself in the cloak, and looked at the debris of it all, thinking to himself, before speaking to himself then.

“This is what is left of The Empire? When I had come here and witnessed my associates, I thought that we had the galaxy in our grasp… it’s… foolish of me to think that, now. To believe I once sought their approval.” Grievous snarled, before turning, and walking away, veering over into a bustling city, and waiting for anything to happen.

He placed his hands on two lightsabers, looking in every direction, watching to see if anybody remembers him.

The Beast of War