EEXGG Crackfic ch. 5

"Living at risk is jumping off a cliff and building your wings on the way down."
-Ray Bradbury

     She couldn't take it anymore. She was sick of this damned place. She needed to get out and lucky for her, she had a plan to do so.
     Nearly a week had passed since the Eve probe had been taken prisoner under the cruel General Grievous. Every day, he lived up to his name as he interrogated her for information he presumed she had about the Republic and any secrets they had. She only gave her name, serial number and directive; she disclosed nothing else, not that it mattered since she had no ties whatsoever to the Republic. But the holochip containing information about the Confederacy's battle star liner movements that was found in her compartment ended her here onboard the Malevolence.
     3 times a day he took her out of her cell to interrogate her for an hour. He would ask questions like "what the Republic is planning next?" or "Are they any exploitable weaknesses in the Jedi?" she answered each one with a truthful "I don't know." but that only aroused his anger even more. Nearly every time he would interrogate her, she would expect Grievous to slap her face, throw a punch at her torso or, if he was in a really bad mood, break her arm. On good days, he would only leave her with dents; on days where he was in a foul mood, he would attach cables to her fingers and send large amounts of excruciating electricity to surge through her arms to her head. She lost count how many times she screamed bloody murder every time he did that; only he would not get a suitable answer from her. It always ended with her being taken back to her cell, there she would writhe in pain and just sit there, waiting to be tortured by Grievous again.
     It's said that when you're a prisoner; the best think you have that a prison master can't take from you is hope. She held onto that hope of escaping or being set free to see her sisters again; but as time progressed and any hope of being released seemed impossible, her hopes dwindled as she began contemplating killing herself just to end this horrible misery she was in.

     But she still had a small ray of hope. There was nothing inspiring this hope except for one thought: Killing that son of a bitch, Grievous.

But she was lucky. Today was going to be that day.

     For the week as a prisoner; she learned one thing that she had already known before about the droids: they're not the brightest bulbs on the Christmas tree.
     The droids that were posted on the detention level were given strict orders from grievous to only give her a ¼ of energy twice a day. She would lose a lot of energy trying to resist Grievous' brutal abuse; so she valued very drop of energy she could get at first. But she came up with a plan of escape the second day she arrived in this cell. Her plan was simple yet complicated: from this small amount of energy she was given, she would store half of it in her energy cells for her gun. On certain days when Grievous wasn't around, she would act timid, weak and innocent around the robotic guards and kindly ask for at least a ½ of energy she needed for her battery. She called it her "Oliver Twist Act" but it worked every time as the guards would be dimwitted enough to fall for it; allowing her to store more energy for her gun.
     Although the shackles on her arms prevented her from being able to use her gun, she planned out that if somehow she could get one of the droids to fire off a random shot that could hit her shackles, she would be able to get the shackles off her gun arm and use her special surprise; a double-whammy blast.
     One thing that each of her sisters had in common: they had a gun to defend themselves from any harm. While her sisters' guns had two settings on their guns; stun and explosive; she differed since she had more settings on her gun that she could control: Stun, Injure, Burn, Explode, Vaporize and her highest setting: Double-Whammy. She had only used Double-Whammy once and she swore she would never use it again but the way she figured it, she was gonna have to break that promise if she was going to escape.
     Only major problem was that Double-Whammy could only be used twice before the energy stores in her arm would go dry so she planned out that once her energy stores were filled, she would create a struggle as the droids were taking her to the bastard General, one of the droids would fire a shot at her as a warning, she would hold her shackles out to where this shot would go, burn her shackles, free her arm, shoot Grievous dead with her first Double-Whammy shot, make her way to the side of the ship and blast another hole at the side to escape the ship and she would be free.
But of course, the plan wasn't without risks. For example; there came the matter that if she missed, she would have to fire another shot at Grievous and she would have to spend longer flying throughout the Malevolence to find an escape out. Another concern that was raised was even IF she could kill Grievous and she would escape, she would be a wanted criminal of the Confederacy and they would call for her head on a platter for his assassination. She also had to consider the droids; she was good at dodging but from all the droids she had seen around the place, trying to get away from them would be complicated.
     She didn't care about the risks, she desperately wanted to get out of this hellhole; she only needed to fill her energy stores for her gun for her plan to go into action. Luckily, today, she used her Oliver Twist act again to get enough energy to fill the remainder of her weapon stores and for her own battery. Today though, was rather different than the other days before; the droids seemed to be more on edge than usual. Eventually, Grievous came down, 2 hours earlier than when he would usually come down to torture her, his cape over his shoulders, his gaze constantly piercing as he walked up to her cell, his haunting yellow eyes first turned to her and his head followed shortly afterwards.
"Deciding to torture me early General?" she spoke.
"No. My superior is arriving today and I will bring you out to him. He will finally be able to extract the information out of your stubborn mind." He replied, keeping his eerie gaze on her, never blinking once.
"What makes you think he can get something that doesn't exist in my mind when you haven't done so for the past week?"
"Because he can read minds," he turned to the droids, "tie her shackles and take her up to the bridge within the hour. Clean her while you are at it, I will not have our prisoner looking like a dirt mop in front of the count."
"Dirt mop?!?!" She cried out angrily.
"Yes sir!" replied the droids, Grievous turned and left as the droids lowered the energy shield, tied her shackles to the same strong cord and took her up a few levels to a refresher to be cleaned. She asked for privacy, being the female she was, and the droids embarrassingly obeyed her. Though they removed the cord that they dragged her with, the shackles still remained on her arms, it mattered not anyway, cool mist sprayed from all four directions in the refresher; it was the only time that she had been imprisoned that she felt relaxed. She savored this moment.
     As she lifted her arms so the mist could clean out all possible areas, she pondered about this opportunity she had been given. She wasn't too afraid of this count guy, she figured out that this would've been the most perfect time, if any, to go along with her plan to get her revenge against Grievous for all the bullshit he put her through and to make her daring escape from his clutches. She thought about his master for a minute and what Grievous said that he could read minds. What if he read her mind about her escape plan? That would be a problem. She figured the best thing to do was to try to put her plan in the back of her mind and think solely and how much he despised Grievous; hate was stronger than hope, it could be possible he would only see that and not see the hope in the back of her mind.
"Are you done in there yet Miss Probe? We have to get you up to the Bridge in 10 minutes." One of the droids called out from outside the refresher, bringing her thoughts back to now.
"All right, all right." She left the refresher; an automatic heater activated and dried her off within a flash. "Can't a woman enjoy being cleaned off?" she said to the droids, the obviously were embarrassed from her comment.
"We're sorry but we have schedule to keep you know, Grievous' orders." One of the droids replied to her as he attached the cord to her shackles again, she didn't drag them or struggle, she went along into the elevator, and it went a good long, long way. The only entertainment was just to hear the sound of the elevator moving.
"Don't you guys have elevator music?" she tried to joke.
"No, Grievous doesn't allow it." One of the droids replied. So much for trying to make a conversation, she thought to herself.

     Eventually the elevator made its way to the top and to the bridge. She went out, she found the place had a lot of battle droids around, she was taken forward until she was taken to a place where all these controls and all these droids were typing in commands and punching coordinates for the ship itself. One of the droids that escorted her walked over to a familiar skeletal cyborg, he seemed to be talking to someone but she couldn't see who, Grievous' body was blocking her view.
"General Grievous, we have brought you prisoner #0479 upon your orders." The droid spoke to him.
"Excellent, you have done well." He turned around and finally, Eve could see who he was talking to. He was just talking to a man. An old man from his facial features, but there was something about him that seemed rather gentle but deceiving. He seemed old but in his face, he seemed to be hiding something that his enemies wouldn't be able to perceive. Grievous walked over to the Eve probe, in his eyes, they seemed less haunting, less intimidating; was it because this old man was here? Eventually the old man spoke.
"So this is the prisoner you've been having difficulties acquiring information from? How disappointing Grievous, it wouldn't be the first time you have failed me so." His voice was very chilling to hear and it sounded nearly dead; she wondered if he was a vampire or something like that. She looked at Grievous and for the first time since she ever saw him, he actually appeared submissive to this old man; was he Grievous' master? This old man was practically insulting this skeletal and intimidating figure and he didn't even talk back at him. She could only imagine what kind of training these two go through.
"Yes Count Dooku…" He rasped, clearly showing his dismay from his disapproval to be insulted like that but he swallowed his pride. For the first time, she felt a sense of remorse for this cruel general, he was being treated no better than a dog by his own master, her rage for him actually dropped a bit but her hatred was still there.
"Count Doodoo?" The Eve probe joked, she was slapped across the face by Grievous but she recoiled from the pain.
"Hold your tongue woman!" he yelled at her. Count Dooku stepped forward and placed a hand on his arm as if to say "let it be student", Grievous obeyed.
"You're quite right Grievous, stubborn and strong; no matter, I will make short work of this stubborn little spy for you." She knew that it would be now or never to make her move.
"I won't give you that curtsey 'gentlemen'." She quickly spun and tore off the head of the droid holding her. She took its head and rammed it hard into the chest of the other droid that was escorting her.
"Prisoner escape attempt!" one of the droids cried out, exactly as she planned, he fired a laser blast, and she aimed her shackles right as the blast hit her shackles. However, 36 droids behind her were grouping up to rush her, by instinct; she pulled out her gun and fired a single shot of her Double-Whammy blast; practically annihilating them, leaving not even a trace of them, she then turned and pointed her gun at Grievous who was attempting to rush towards her to grab her gun, but he stopped, she realized her gun was only a centimeter away from his chest; all she would need was just shot and he would be gone out of her life for all time. Yet, she found she couldn't, the both of them seemed to be frozen in time as he stood there, not daring to make a move; her mind was conflicting itself.
"What are you waiting for?! Do it! Kill him! This is the best time if any to get back at him for what he did to you!!" One side of her mind thought out loudly to her.
"Sure, does he really deserve it? You saw how his master treated him. What's to say that he even gets any kindness at all?" the other side of her mind thought out to her.
"Who cares?! Would someone who has any kindness attach wires to your fingers and send painful jolts of electricity running through you?!"
"We barely know him, what's to say that he's been treated like this all of his life?"
"Enough talk! Just shoot him and get this over with!"
"No! Don't! He's just alone and sad!"
"Don't listen to her! Shoot!"
"Stand down!"
"Shoot!"
"Stand down! Please…"
     Her gun shook a bit, she couldn't do it. She looked behind Grievous and saw a window, she quickly turned her gun's direction to the window and blasted a hole through it, the vacuum of space, pulled her and several droids out but she flew off from that.
"Oh no you don't!" Grievous yelled out as he through his cape off and jumped out after her.
     She flew faster to escape this ship, feeling a sense of freedom rush over her, that feeling ended when she felt a sharp pain on her side, she turned and saw Grievous had fired a mini-harpoon at her and he pulled himself towards her. In a flash, she felt his grip on her as he turned her around, causing her to fly back, she pulled up but his large body kept shifting her back towards the direction of the ship, he fired his harpoon at the ship's exterior and before she could react, he arched himself and yanked himself into the side of the ship, throwing her into the ship's exterior. Before she could fly away, his large hooked foot pinned her in place. She struggled to get out of his grip but he pinned her good, she attempted to shoot him off but her gun just gave off a negative beep, she remembered that she had wasted her two shots. Grievous retracted his harpoon, he then leaned his head forward, being amazingly flexible that he was, his face nearly an inch away from hers, their eyes met. She looked up at his cold yellow eyes, yet, there was something different that he seemed to be showing in his yellow eyes; she had seen this look only once in several of the alien residents she met a few times on different planets when she told them she was a robot. This look was called 'admiration'. What was it about her he could POSSIBLY admire?
"You had the perfect opportunity to shoot me in the chest with your weapon…but you wasted it. Why?" his cold raspy voice spoke out, her pixilated blue eyes wandered away from his yellow alien eyes.
"I- I felt sorry for you…" she finally spoke. She felt his hand grip her head, forcing her to look back into his fierce yellow eyes.
"Sorry?!?!?!? For me?! I am General Grievous! I command thousands of troops! Bring waste to any planet I seek! I've slain countless people! I practically have the galaxy at my fingertips and I could have anything I want!"
"And that's why I pity you…because you can't escape the fact that you're still a dog on a leash…you have no freedom from your master's reigns…" He seemed to be taken aback by this as his head pulled back a bit from the shock. "…I know this feeling well…even before you captured me, I never felt truly free…" there was a pause between the two; eventually he looked back at her.
"You're still my prisoner and whether I have to knock you out again, you're coming with me."
"…yes…" she said, bowing her head down submissively in defeat. "…I give up…take me away General…" He seemed a bit surprised that she was giving up this easily but nonetheless, he took his foot off her, walked up to an air lock and he took her inside. She never bothered to struggle at all, she felt ashamed that she was defeated that she just didn't care, but the one thing she didn't notice was that Grievous, despite the fact he still despised her; was taking more of an interest of her as who she was instead of her as a prisoner…

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