Turn back the time to two months ago, Planet Geonosis.
A pair of hideous eyes with vertical pupils opened suddenly, and the eyeballs slowly turned, looking at everything around them.
Medical Droids, Bacta tanks, Robotic Arms, Doctors, and... Geonosians.
Raise your hands, and what you see is a pair of Mechanical Arms. Although they are unfamiliar, they are very flexible. There is no delay at all from the transmission of signals from the brain to the movement of the Mechanical Arms.
And almost at the same time, countless scanned data appeared in his eyes, analyzing everything around him in detail.
A Geonosian man with a cane came over and muttered in Geonosis's language, and the translator immediately translated the language, "Are you awake, General Grievous."
"I am... what happened?" Grievous looked down at his body. It was a body wrapped in a cold body, but he could feel his throbbing and fiery heartbeat beneath the body.
"Your operation was successful, General Grievous." Archduke Poggle of Geonosis came over with a cane and said, "We used the most Advanced Bio-Mechanical Technology to create this pair for you. This body can guarantee you to have extremely powerful strength, enough to allow you to destroy all Jedi Knights!"
"Jedi Knights..." Grievous repeated the term, and he could only feel a surge of rage, "They plotted to assassinate me, shot down my spaceship...I...will kill them! Kill them! All of them!!"
Poggle looked at Grievous's reaction with satisfaction and said in Geonosian: "It seems that your memory has recovered well. Now, you can go to meet your leader."
"Leader? No! I have no leader!! No one is qualified to lead me!" Grievous roared.
"He is the one who gave you a new life. It is he who sponsored you and allowed you to have such a powerful body. At the same time, he is wise and decisive, and he is a great leader." Another voice came from outside the door, only to see San Hill come in.
"I know you, San Hill, Co-Chairman of the Interstellar Banking Clan," said Grievous.
"Of course, you know me, because before you were attacked by the Jedi Knights, you were our Collection Agent, you should remember?" San Hill's smile was a little cold, he stepped aside, and behind him were 4 IG-100 Droids holding a High-Voltage Electrostaff, "Remember these Droids? This is a Droid specially designed and manufactured according to your requirements."
"I...remember. These stinking, useless Droids!"
"Very well, then let's go and meet your future leader—Count Dooku." San Hill finished speaking and led Grievous towards the outside. He didn't dare to leave the protection of those IG-100 Droids, because he was worried that Grievous would suddenly remember something and crush his neck.
But this did not happen, and Grievous quietly followed the two to Count Dooku.
"I'm glad to see that you survived in the end and are willing to obey my command." Count Dooku's words were still full of contempt.
"You are Count Dooku..."
"That's right. In the next period of time, I will train you and make you stronger enough to tear your enemies into pieces." Count Dooku said.
"That's right, my enemy... my sworn enemy! Ugh..." Grievous felt a burst of dizziness, and he subconsciously wanted to cover his forehead, but then came the metal palm. Hearing the sound of the metal shell, and a moment of emptiness without the slightest touch, "That's right... Jedi Knight!"
"Exactly." Count Dooku nodded to Archduke Poggle and San Hill with satisfaction.
...
Two months later, Grievous stood before Count Dooku, respectfully.
"Your training is very good, Grievous." Count Dooku said, "I have taught you all Seven of the Jedi Knights Lightsaber Swordsmanship, you... already have enough strength to kill a Jedi Knight."
"Not enough, I still want to become stronger." Grievous's voice was extremely dull under the cover of the metal shell.
"Your training will continue, but I don't have time to spend time with you anymore. You may still have a few years to hone yourself, and I have to plan something beyond my personal ability... For example, a powerful force that can rival the Galactic Republic." Count Dooku said, unzipping the skirt of his clothes, untied a Lightsaber from his waist, and handed it to Grievous.
It was the Green Lightsaber of Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas that he had killed earlier.
"This Lightsaber originally belonged to an old friend of mine, and now I'm handing it over to you. You can use the Jedi Knight's own weapon to tear them apart!" Count Dooku smiled triumphantly.
Grievous took the Lightsaber but said nothing.
Count Dooku smiled contemptuously again, "This is an incomparable gift, especially for a...Droid. So, if you want to express your gratitude, it's not inappropriate at this time. Hahahaha... ..."
After finishing speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Grievous to answer, chuckling lightly and walking away.
Grievous raised his hand to look at the Lightsaber in his hand, pressed the button, and the pair of vertical pupils under the metal shell became hideous.
Swish!! The Green Lightsaber blade popped out instantly, "I..."
Grievous's voice sounded like a demon, and he burst into flames in an instant, his figure was unimaginably fast, and with a single stroke of the Lightsaber in his hand, he chopped off the head of an IG-100 Droid next to him.
"...No..."
Finding that they were attacked, the IG-100 Droids also picked up High-Voltage Electricstaffs to resist, but the Lightsaber in Grievous's hand was like a poisonous snake, opening and closing extremely fast and with tricky angles. If a Jedi knight was present, he would definitely be surprised, because this is the Fourth Form of the Seven Lightsaber Swordsmanship of the Jedi Knights, Ataru!
"...Droid!!!!" Grievous roared, his voice echoing in the empty hall.
As the sound disappeared, there were a few bang bang bang bangs, and the remains of those IG-100 Droids scattered one by one, rolling to the ground.
In another room, Count Dooku knelt on one knee, and in front of his eyes was the projection of Darth Sidious wearing a black cloak, "My lord, Grievous's training has been initially completed. We erased his memory and give him the blood of Sifo-Dyas."
"However, our experiment failed. The Jedi Master's blood did not allow Grievous to gain the ability to communicate with The Force, but his strong physical function and firm will make up for everything. He has forgotten those meaningless pasts, and now Grievous, whose glory and nobility belonged to the demigod of the Kaleesh, has been overshadowed by icy vengeance and matchless rage."
"Behind that impenetrable shell is a Formidable General and Great Strategist. He has no compassion and no fear, including death! He will lead countless Legion of Droids, and tear up this rotten..."
"Galactic Republic!"