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Ah, the California desert. It had been too long. No, really, way too long.

Anika had taken the softtop down on her rental jeep, and as far as she was concerned, the sky was the limit. Or actually, any place was the limit after the medical convention she'd just had to deal with in San Fransisco. Now granted, San Fran was no where even near Los Angeles which was a good thing. Even thinking of that city and the plague of undead she'd dealt with was near enough to give Ani hives.

But now the convention was over, and she had two more days until she had to give back the jeep and fly out. Two more whole days, she thought to herself. Go parasailing? Boating again? No, not this time. This time, since she hadn't been able to bring her motorcycle along (or drive it across country) Dr Nuttal had decided on hitting the desert once more, and just taking the jeep out on the dunes,miles from the highway, far from humanity.

After all, she wouldn't be able to get lost, even if she tried.

Slowing her jeep to a halt on top of a dune, Anika sat in the driver's seat, staring out at the sun setting in the west. The sky was a brilliant collage of pinks, golds, orange and purples, and the sun was just a half-disk on the horizon. And behind her, in the East, the very first stars were already beginning to show.

It was the perfect time for peace, for contemplation, for

"What the hell?" There was a huge flash of light behind her, and a rumble that sent the sand skittering under the tires of the jeep. Earthquake! "Oh god!" The world lurched, the jeep slid sideways, and Ani slammed her head against the metal bar of the roll-cage. A cloud of dust came up and enveloped the vehicle and it's driver and weakly Ani tried to wave it away while coughing, blinking her eyes.

"Oh, oh my head." Oh god, what the hell happened? Anika looked from one side to the other, trying to see out the rear-view mirrors, but her vision was still blurred. Trembling fingers reached for the latch, opened the jeep door. On unsteady legs Dr Nuttal climbed out of the jeep and - still holding on to the frame - turned to see what the hell kind of bomb had gone off behind her.

No. No way. A plane had gone down, had crashed out there in the desert! She could see the metal gleaming gold in the brilliant sunset. Gold and silver crushed wreckage lay behind her, and a thick black smoke slowly rose into the sky from the main assembly. Without a second thought the young doctor climbed back into the jeep. After a couple tries to get the key into the ignition Ani was spinning the steering wheel and spinning the jeep, and spinning around to head toward the crash to see if she could assist any survivors.

The closer she got to the crash however, the more she came to realize that it was no plane, not even a small one. What on earth had come down, a satellite? An observation - something? Finally the human stopped the jeep and just stared, not believing what her eyes were showing and her mind was trying to convince her of.

She couldn't call it what it was, didn't want to call it what it was. It had to be an experimental military plane, it just had to! Because the alternative was unthinkable.

She spoke to herself as Ani carefully opened the door and stepped out of the jeep. "Anika, you don't want to do this, you really shouldn't do this. Dammit, I've watched this scene in Independence Day, and I am no Will Smith. I am gonna get my ass killed."

"Hello?" Oh that was stupid, she thought. As if aliens speak English, right? But then again...

"Hello? Is anyone in there?"

Date: 2017-05-05 07:26 am (UTC)
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The battle had not gone well and, as often was the case in such a dire situation, the cyborg general known as Grievous had used the best strategy to get out and away from his damaged starship - that strategy being take the nearest escape pod and fly away at high speed. It was a tactic that had earned him the reputation of 'coward' but he didn't believe this war needed heroics from him. His people's lives weren't at stake and he needed to stay alive to defeat the Jedi - the Republic was a secondary issue to him. Leaving to fight another day had kept him alive so far.

Accompanied by two battle droids who happened to be guarding the shuttle at the time, Grievous soon found himself in an unexpected asteroid belt which bumped and bashed his relatively small pod. While he was a good pilot, his frustration got the best of him and soon he was way off course, buffeted by the space debris.

He then became so far away from where he had meant to be that he was lost. The space before him didn't appear to be on any charts and there were more dangerous anomalies and debris about. One particularly large rock came out of nowhere, knocking the craft so badly that Grievous couldn't control its trajectory and soon they were crashing downward, toward the nearest planet. He braced himself as much as he could. The battle droids weren't so lucky, being throw around the small cabin as the ship crash-landed.

The first thing that Anika would hear as a sign of life was some violent coughing in answer to her query. It may sound a little odd - as if it had gone through some sort of synthesizer, but it did sound alive.

Date: 2017-05-05 09:30 am (UTC)
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He heard the voice. A female voice. But of what species? He had no idea what planet he'd landed on - no, crashed on. How was he supposed to get away from here? The ship was very obviously wreckage around him. He'd have to get out and find another. Somewhere.

"Sir...?" There was a feeble-sounding voice nearby. One of the battle droids. Looking across, he saw it was crumpled up; badly damaged. He reached out and wrenched the head off with a growl, throwing it to the wall.


The droid uttered a weak: "Roger, roger..." before shutting down completely.

Grievous growled in frustration again. He attempted to move - but part of his leg was wedged under some crushed part of the main console. He gripped the metal and pushed hard at it.

No doubt she could hear the metallic clangs and the voices from where she was.

Date: 2017-05-09 05:10 am (UTC)
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With a monumental shove, the cyborg finally got his leg free of the console. Unfortunately, part of said leg was now damaged but he'd dealt with worse. There had been many severed limbs in battles, however this time his droid doctor wasn't around to immediately fix the situation. With a pronounced awkward limp, Grievous picked his way across the wreckage of the pilot area, slammed a door open that had been broken by the crash and approached the voice.

"I hear you."

The words seemed to be spoken angrily; sounded dangerous.

Date: 2017-05-09 05:41 am (UTC)
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He was quite the sight indeed - an over seven foot tall skeletal frame, but even that was obviously not human. The skeletal mask-like face was especially alien-looking with strange golden, reptilian eyes peering out from the sockets. That part, at least was obviously alive in some way. The surrounding red tissue was fleshy like skin but not like any human skin. The feet and hands had large clawed fingers. But maybe the most peculiar thing was that this monstrous creature was wearing a long cloak - dark grey on the outside with a red lining. It gave him a bit of a more regal look, even with the rest of the frightening body.

He spoke, obviously the one who had been speaking earlier.

"Who are you? What... planet is this?"

Date: 2017-05-09 07:20 am (UTC)
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The question seemed to throw him off for a moment. He was well known back in the galaxy he'd left behind. The sight of him was instantly recognisable to many since there were no others like him. Yet this woman had to ask... And she looked human to him. That much he could tell, even thought the name of 'Earth' was unknown to him. Somehow he must have gone even further than he had thought, into very deep uncharted space.

Still, she spoke a language he did understand, even if he knew it not as English but as Basic.

"You are a doctor?" That could be worth something. "I am General Grievous, commander of the Confederacy's greatest droid army."

Although the only part of that army present had just gotten its head smashed into a wall by its commander. So much for any back-up.

Date: 2017-05-09 07:50 am (UTC)
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"Survivors? Only if you can put together crushed droids," he replied, flexing his fingers. The gesture may look a bit intimidating, as if he was trying to make a fist.

"I was forced off course by an asteroid belt... My ship...," he glanced back at the wreckage. It wasn't a promising sight. "... It will need extensive repairs. Do you know anything about that?"

The edge of his last word caught somehow in what passed for his throat and there was a cough, same as the one that she may have heard earlier. Robots shouldn't cough, right?

Date: 2017-05-09 08:30 am (UTC)
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"I am fine." The words were so angry that they lapsed into a renewed fit of coughing.

Frustrated, his arm swung back and smashed again the already damaged doorway. His metal body gave a strange shudder before the coughing finally subsided.

And no, he didn't catch the reference, taking her words at face value. The coughing had also distracted him away from her earlier question.

Despite his protest, he sounded and looked far from fine.

Date: 2017-05-09 08:45 am (UTC)
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There was another low growl and at first all he did was glare but while he was stubborn, he knew he needed some tending to. He just didn't know if this stranger was the one for the job.

"I do not know what you can do either," he finally said, stepping over a piece of metal that was jutting out and in doing so moving closer to her. "I need to leave this planet. Where are your ships?"

He assumed there must be a convenient hanger of starfighters around here somewhere...

Date: 2017-05-09 09:15 am (UTC)
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More glaring. He was well aware of how intimidating he looked and was ready to use it to his advantage if she showed any signs of aggression.

That, and he had four lightsabers tucked neatly away within the folds of his cloak.

"This is a shuttle, not meant for long distances. There are no medical supplies on board." Besides it was a ship meant mainly for droids so they didn't even need that sort of attention. If they were damaged they would go to a maintenance bay on any larger ship. The escape pod was only really equipped for a quick getaway.

Still, after a moment he did sit, if begrudgingly. His left leg had the most obvious damage but that didn't explain the cough.

Date: 2017-05-13 05:30 am (UTC)
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Her words earned a angry growl and Grievous smashed his clawed hand down hard on the boulder. It cracked from the force of the blow.

"I have no tech or mechanical droids with me," he said, sounding frustrated and furious. As if that was somehow her fault.

Then he straightened and glared at the question.

"What are you insinuating?" Temper having flared, he's taking the question more personal than perhaps she meant it to be.

Date: 2017-05-15 08:08 am (UTC)
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Raising a hand, he seemed about to reply when there's that hacking cough again. It took another moment for it to calm down enough for him to speak, through a series of rumbling growls. He's clearly furious although not all of that may be directed at her. Himself; that cough; the situation...

"I will be missed. Count Dooku will send a fleet of ships to find me," he announced menacingly. It didn't sound as if that was going to be just some sort of innocent taxi service sort of pick-up. But if he couldn't fix his own shuttle surely Dooku would retrieve him. They must have some way to discover where he had gotten lost to. He was needed back in their galaxy as the Separatist's highest military leader.

The weather likely wouldn't bother him all that much. Much of his internal workings were protected and his metal body didn't feel the cold. So he didn't remark about that - and he was in no way concerned about any predators. There were very few that could attack him and win. They would have to be very strong.

"Unless you are a Jedi I have no need to kill you," he went on. "I have dealt with many humans before. I know what you are. I am not one of you. I am of the Kaleesh."

There may be vague similarities in the fact they all had brains, spines, eyes, hearts and lungs but he wasn't about to let her open him up to take a look. He didn't think there was any further internal damage anyway. The worst of the damage from this crash was to his leg, which was all mechanical.

Date: 2017-05-18 07:54 am (UTC)
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"I do not carrying such things around. There are medical droids for that and I have told you I do not have any droids of any use with me." Just those couple of sentry battle droids. He barely thought they were any use for fighting. He wouldn't ever let them near him for any mechanical purposes. "They will probably come with the other ships."

Again, the hope of a nearby fleet finding him. Somehow. Maybe the pod had some sort of tracker or beacon attached to it.

"Does this world of yours have no technology?"

He went on, frowning - even though that was only obvious by his eyes - as he answered her earlier question. "The Jedi are a group of arrogant creatures who claim that they aid people in need, while they lay waste to entire planets and align themselves with slavers. If you do not know of them here, then count yourself one of the lucky ones."

Date: 2017-05-23 07:00 am (UTC)
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"You can't leave," he rose menacingly to full height.

It might be intimidating but he went on, wanting information more than a fight.

"You need to tell me more about this world. Do you know of the Republic?"

Date: 2017-05-23 08:07 am (UTC)
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"The country? I am speaking of the galaxy and the corruption of the Galactic Republic," he replied, not knowing about the more locally based politics she was speaking about.

His focus had never been politics himself. He had aligned with Dooku and the Separatists for more personal reasons - and had been manipulated because of that. He only brings it up now due to it being something he assumed every planet must have heard about, therefore a starting point for conversation.

Date: 2017-05-23 09:59 am (UTC)
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At first he watched her moving back and forth but when he saw she was indeed just bringing back things for comfort and sustenance, he headed into the wreckage to see what he could also retrieve. There really wasn't much but he did eventually pull out the other battle droid. It wasn't in parts like the one who had spoken and he wasn't sure how it had been damaged. It looked to be fairly intact. He lay it out before the fire and examined it as she continued to set up and even as she spoke.

"No. I need no food or drink," he answered to her questions. He also rarely needed rest. Much of him was sustained by the cybernetic elements.

He lifted one of the droids legs. Hm. It was in good shape but may not be the best replacement part for his own.

"Your star system must be small and remote to not even know of the Republic or have met any from other worlds. Some have wanted a separation from them and that is why we are currently all at war."

Date: 2017-05-24 06:52 am (UTC)
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"The entire galaxy is at war." Which, he thought, should include this planet they were on. Even worlds that tried to stay out of it were often drawn into the fighting eventually, one way or another.

Any further words were briefly interrupted as Grievous rattled the droid's body and it abruptly made some sounds then words of its own in its high pitched speech. "Power... low... Need charging... station..." It did sound a bit sluggish.
Edited Date: 2017-05-24 06:53 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-24 08:19 am (UTC)
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"You have some source of power there?" Grievous looked up, still holding the droid - but not very carefully. He was holding it like a child with some broken doll that he thought was pointless to salvage and was about to throw away.

Date: 2017-05-24 08:41 am (UTC)
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"Show me," he rose, the droid in one six-fingered hand. It hang there in a kind of crumpled way, feebly uttering a one word question: "Sir?" A question that Grievous ignored.

He'd drag the droid with him if she personally showed him where the cables were.

Date: 2017-05-24 09:14 am (UTC)
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He looked from her to the cable to the droid and back to her again.

"This had better not be some trick," he said, suspicious but the main risk was to the droid - and he didn't much care one way or the other about that.

He hoisted the battle droid up, opened up a panel in its back then held the body out toward her. "Here. Attach the power source to this." There seemed to be some sort of piece sticking out that may be like a strange sort of plug. But it should be able to attach and power up the droid to some degree.

Date: 2017-05-24 09:39 am (UTC)
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Unceremoniously, he let the droid go and stepped back. Putting his hands behind his back he appeared to be glaring, so intense was his stare.

"I hope you do not think I would be so foolish as to immediately trust a strange human being who claimed to be a healer."

But he was being fairly civil otherwise - at least to his way of thinking - and he kept out of her way for now.

Once she sent the power through, the battle droid jittered and shook, making unintelligible noises for a moment before going still.

Date: 2017-05-24 10:11 am (UTC)
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Her words - no surprise - resulted in another growl from the towering cyborg but he didn't retort back, stepping away further to watch what she was doing but not interfering.

"Go ahead and do it."

Date: 2017-05-24 01:39 pm (UTC)
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There's nothing for some moments, then the droid weakly began moving an arm. Then waving it. Then a bit of a panicked voice: "I fell over!"

Grievous stalked over to it, ordering. "Get up!"

The droid seemed to be confused. "What, where?" Then it focused on the tall cyborg looming over it. "Ah... Yes, General. At once." It waved an arm around again before it found some traction and pushed itself off of the ground.

Grievous inspected it and poked at it a couple of times. "Is everything in working order?"

The droid didn't reply, standing straight and silent. Grievous kicked it.

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

The cyborg growled disapprovingly at the delay then turned toward Ani. "It looks like your idea was successful."
Edited Date: 2017-05-24 02:17 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-29 02:22 am (UTC)
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"Go find your weapon," Grievous ordered the droid. He assumed it had a blaster of some sort, probably dropped during the crash. The battle droid muttered a curt roger, roger before heading into the wreckage.

The cyborg General turned again to the woman.

"That is not in its simplistic programming."

So not much help there. He spoke of the droid in a rather condescending way as if he didn't think much of it.

Date: 2017-08-23 05:22 am (UTC)
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"I am not a droid. Your technical tricks will not work on me." The harshness and aggressiveness remained, despite the help she offered. But he couldn't help it. Like it or not, he had been reprogrammed, despite not fully being made a droid.

He just was unaware of the extent of it.
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