Grievous and Dooku stood across from (Y/N) and Aleera, standing in between them and their ship. (Y/N)'s scornful eyes met Grievous's furious ones, Aleera's relative steadfast stare mirrored Dooku's calm one.

Dooku: "So the traitor reveals himself."

He said, pulling out the hilt of his lightsaber. (Y/N) force-pulled his out.

Grievous: "You have interfered with this little reunion, Jedi."

The cyborg said in his raspy voice, (Y/N) stared at Dooku. He's fought Dooku before, he knows most of his moves. Aleera's hand itched to use her blades once more, an un-Jedi like feeling she never really has had in her life. She knows all the Jedi's names who've fallen under Grievous' ruthless sabers.

Aleera: "Swap opponents?"

She asked, (Y/N) looked at her bewildered.

(Y/N): "That's going to look really unprofessional."

(Y/N) said through mad, clenched teeth. Not breaking eye contact with their two opponents.

Aleera: "Grievous is my life to take."

She whispered.

(Y/N): "That's-"

Aleera: "Not the Jedi way? Like I haven't heard that multiple times throughout training. Swap opponents with me."

It was an order, not a question. (Y/N) unleashed his blood-red blade, leaping right at Dooku who immediately ignited his in response.

Dooku: "Let's see how all that training has helped you, "

Meanwhile, Aleera whipped out her green blade. Grievous responded with two. His hands began to spin, as he approached the Jedi. She kept calm, she knew she had to. Otherwise she could become distracted and miss a move. Resulting in her demise.

Grievous: "Goodbye, Jedi!"

Grievous emitted one of his infamous chuckles, his reptilian Kaleesh eyes showed no signs of mercy. Aleera's displayed none in return.

His strikes were swift, Aleera simply parried all of them. She knew that she couldn't enter a fight of attrition. Grievous didn't need rest, she did.

She channeled what she could, pushing Grievous across the hangar bay floor. He used his lightsabers to break the momentum, bellowing an angry growl as he eventually ceased moving. But as he was distracted in fighting her Force powers, her focus was then shifted to one of his lightsabers holstered on his hip-piece. She ignited it with a flick of her wrist, then used it to cut off the entirety of Grievous' right arm.

Grievous: "Aghhh! You Jedi coward!"

He yelled in pure rage, her demeanor remained disturbingly calm, his left arm split into two and he ignited another lightsaber on his second arm. The two circled each other, watching each other's movement alike to a Tatooine hawk.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) and Dooku went at it with fast slashes. Dooku focused on redirecting the younger, stronger Sith's angry and hateful, but strong and focused attacks. Crimson light illuminated each other's faces while both seemed equal.

Dooku: "I sense great fear in you, (S/N). You have fear, you have anger. Like a true Sith... But you don't use them."

(Y/N): "You want me to use it all? Watch me."

I angrily and quickly shot Force lighting, throwing him off guard a little. He's not used to fighting Force-users who use the Dark Side. I spun, which is a good trick. It created a whirlwind of slashes which made him retreat onto the top of a Droid gunship. I tilted my head as the flying mech sighted me, firing it's frontal cannon. I deflected it right back, Dooku leapt off the gunship before half of the droid's face was blown off and it collapsed in a fire.

He had no time to recover from his landing, as I had charged toward him and brought forward a flurry of strikes, as quickly as I could from all angles. He was able to parry most of my attacks. But one got through and merely grazed his leg, he groaned and gritted his teeth in a slight show of pain. Stumbling back a few steps as he kept his guard up.

I knew he was trying to bait me into overextending.

Dooku: "Good (Y/N), feel the anger. Connect yourself more with the Dark Side."

(Y/N): "You're fighting too many Jedi these days. Old fool."

I said with a sly snarl, throwing my lightsaber toward him like a spear. He swiped at it but that left him vulnerable. I charged forward and caught both of his wrists. I slowly began to overpower him and make him turn his lightsaber onto himself. Even with the help of the Force I was still physically stronger. His own red blade was inches from his throat, but then I sensed a danger.

I let go of his wrists and flipped out of the way of my own lightsaber which Dooku had grabbed with the Force while I was physically challenging him, trying to use the altercation as a distraction so he could kill me with my own weapon from behind. As I was no longer in the way, Dooku mistakenly grazed himself in the stomach. He fell to his knees as his weakened self tried to use the Force to repair his damaged body. I had grabbed my own lightsaber while it was still midair after Dooku accidentally cut himself. Igniting it and holding it to his neck. My ruthless glare towards him was illuminated by my crimson blade.

(Y/N): "Give up. I won't ask again."

I said.

Dooku: "You offer mercy? Curious, for a Sith."

I smirked back.

(Y/N): "The Force will have other plans for you. I know so, I'll give you your life as long as you give me my freedom back. Wipe all records of me, and I won't leak any information to the Republic in turn."

He thought about it, while I de-activated my lightsaber.

Dooku: "How do you know I can be trusted?"

He really didn't want me to leak what I knew, Separatist Battle formation weaknesses, secret operations, and the best of all of these, The looming Attack on Coruscant.

(Y/N): "How do you know I can be trusted?"

I asked in return.

(Y/N): "The Sith betray, but maybe it can change for once..."

I held out my hand, Dooku in turn hesitantly shook it. I could see that neither of us really trusted each other, but who knows if he'll keep his mouth shut about me. The Will of the Force shall decide our fates.

Dooku: "You're a respectable young boy, (L/N)..."

Even fighting only two handed, Grievous is a challenge.

His kick sent me barreling into a crate of supplies, I rubbed my stomach before getting back up.

Grievous wasn't in any good shape, but neither was I. My green lightsaber had been slashed in two, so I had only one left. My eyes tightened as he walked into view, he was cackling with malicious intent. I stood back up as I ignited my lightsaber once more.

Grievous: "You Jedi are just like annoying rats that won't die!"

He yelled, his two remaining hands began spinning once more, forming whirlwinds of destruction. He lowered his arms just enough so that sparks from the floor would fly, I tried to push him away with the Force, but his feet claws just engraved themselves into the metallic floor.

Grievous: "Now that is a pity, what will you do now? You're weak, just like your other Jedi friends I've killed."

I felt my anger rise, my free fist clenched more as Grievous took another step towards me. Something within me snapped, I surged forward with a sudden adrenaline. I hacked away at his defense until I sliced another one of his arms off. He screamed in surprise as he dropped his last lightsaber, his hand found itself around my neck as my arm wielding my lightsaber was blocked by one of his hand-less limbs. His yellow reptilian eyes locked onto mine as my free hand struck his hand that was suffocating me.

Grievous: "Another lightsaber to add to my collection. Now die. Jedi! HA HA HA!"

I gritted my teeth more as I pounded his grip even more in defiance, until two red flashes could be seen. And Grievous screamed in pure anger. I gasped for breath as (Y/N) appeared in front of me, holding one of his hands out. I took it and he helped me up, he looked down to something on the ground and my eyes followed.

The feared cyborg general was now armless and legless. All six of his limbs had been amputated and he was nothing more than a pile of what remains of a once-proud warrior and bits of durasteel keeping it together.

Grievous: "You'll die for that (L/N)! I'll have your head! Your lightsaber is mine!"

He furiously shrieked. (Y/N) just kicked the limb-less general over, who only yowled in anger even more.

(Y/N): "Are you okay Aleera?"

He asked. I nodded while feeling my neck for any damage.

(Y/N): "Dooku's letting us go, come on. Let's get out of here."

He helped me back onto the ship as I looked back. Dooku was limping our of the hanger, Grievous in tow as Dooku pulled him with the Force. The General only shouted louder curses and cried out vows of vengeance towards us and what he'd do when he finally has us at his mercy. We paid no attention, we were just glad we were out of there. As our ship exited the hangar and went into hyperspace. I could feel (Y/N) wrought with disappointment rather than relief.