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Before - Legends Saga - PT Grievous: A Star Wars Tale

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction- Before, Saga, and Beyond' started by Sgt.Matt, Jun 10, 2018.

  1. Sgt.Matt

    Sgt.Matt Jedi Youngling

    Registered:
    May 12, 2018
    Author: Sgt. Matt
    Era: Clone Wars (Legends)
    Genre: Action, Thriller, and Dark Comedy
    Characters: Count Dooku, San Hill, General Grievous, and others to be shown soon...
    Summary: When a criminal organization begins to plunder and black market prototypes from the IGBC; Count Dooku is sent out to neutralize the growing problem before the New Republic gains word of it.



    Prologue​
    Maradan, Munnilinst​
    “What Do You Mean We Lost It!!”


    San Hill sighed with frustration and weariness, the tall foaming glass of Rancor Rum was definitely not relieving him of all the stress. The Muun had taken a short vacation after buying Phlut Design Systems and joining the CIS; Maradan, mountain resort for the highest and wealthiest was a perfect getaway from the Galactic Civil War. Hill had planned on relaxing under the granite shade, with a drink in one hand and a paid Gungan masseuse rubbing his long bony feet. He even thought of trying the Dejarik tournament being held in resorts motel lobby; the possibilities of testing his strategic mind against feeble opponents would be exhilarating. However one call from his Holopad had brought the dreams of relaxation to a sudden halt, a call from his organization no less.


    A blue holographic figure flowed through the flattened pad; a younger less intelligent Muun stood before him dressed in a spacers uniform with a look of cowardice on his face. “Sir please calm yourself, we did not anticipate the plundering of our couriers. As you can see on the holopad, we lost only 60% of our Lancer Droid and B1-Beetledroid cargo”; a bright square popped up next to the scared worker with multiple production charts strewn across it. San Hill’s disposition was unchanged by his worker’s attempt to cool him off, industrial plundering was an issue not to be taken lightly...

    “So you’re telling me that we lost half of our newly created weaponry to mere Scavengers!, or did we decide to dump half of the Banking Clan’s funds down the drainage?”

    “Erm....Not Really, but we did lose a good chunk of our stock from Gunray and Tambor”

    Hill took a swig of his crimson beverage, the alcohol bittersweet taste flowed through his throat and stung his tongue like a lightsabers tip. San Hill wiped away the foam from his lips and began to flip through his contacts on the Holo-Pad, still glancing back at the worker with incredible frustration. Today was not the day for meager profit loss, Count Dooku and the other members of the Confederacy must know too. Pressing a small button on the pad, the hologram split into a separate projection; a deep wheezing form crackled through the projection. Stepping next to the frightened Muun worker was a highly dressed Nemoidian, Nute Gunray.

    “San Hill, It is a great pleasure to see you once more after Geonosis”

    Nute Gunray was dressed in red and gold fabrics, the clothing designed for sleeping or overnight parties; Nute was particularly preparing for a deep nap before the holo-pad called.

    “Viceroy we’re facing an imminent danger to our organization and our lives...”

    “Chairman Hill what is the issue at our feet; is it a gungan rebellion, a union of ugnaughts, or did you lose the keys to your office?”, Gunray’s cracked lips curled into a smug smile at this cruel tease. Nute Gunray was known in the CIS for his dark humor and Hill already heard plenty of it as his business partner. “The situation we face is the complete plundering of our Lancer Droid and Beetle Droid stock to a criminal band and attract attention of Republic officials to ourselves in the aftermath”. The nemoidian’s humorous grinned froze in horror at the sudden thought of Jedi tracking the stolen droids to their suppliers, Nute then spoke in a serious business matter.

    “What do you suppose we do to prevent this catastrophe from fruition; who is going to hunt these scum down?”

    San Hill only had one person in mind for this particular disaster; one that could match the Jedi in power and strategy, a name passed his lips like an uncoiled serpent...

    “Count Dooku”
     
    Last edited: Jun 12, 2018
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  2. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Force Ghost star 6

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    Jun 14, 2005
    This seems to be a fun story. And I hope I can be often around to follow it.

    Old Palps had various methods to work on the giant tree that was the Republic. Crime and weapon trade were just two possibilities, but you describe them nicely in your fic.
     
  3. AlexBattleR

    AlexBattleR Jedi Youngling

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    Jun 8, 2018
    Yeah looks so great!) I like it, keep up, good work!
     
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  4. Sgt.Matt

    Sgt.Matt Jedi Youngling

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    May 12, 2018
    It will be a fun story with some sprinkles of emotion and heartbreak (Mostly in the Grievous parts)