Video + Action - Open arrival

[generalgrievous]

Who: Grievous
Broadcast: Fleetwide/All
Action: The Marsiva
When: Arrival; today

[Action/Video]

[Upon awakening on one of the Marsiva's bunks, the tall cyborg flailed in a very unflattering way - metallic limbs struck a nearby wall and with a startled grunt he swung around and landed unceremoniously on the floor. He growls indignantly - his humiliation to be seen by anyone who happens to be nearby and the general audience - before he rises to his full imposing height. Narrowing reptilian eyes, he spies a communicator and picks it up with clawed fingers. It doesn't take him long to figure out how it works and he sends a video message across the network. The narrowed golden eyes are the main indication of how much he's scowling since the rest of his face is hidden by a strangely shaped skull-like mask. His voice is rough and angry.]

If this is a plot of the Jedi and the Republic, you will pay for this outrage. Return me at once.

Comments

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[generalgrievous]

[The cyborg shakes his head, trying to understand about unicorns and blobs and snakes. He doesn't get it.]

So it is a prison.

action;

[woodcarving]

[Magnus gently pets the fourth wall.]

Yeah. That's what I gather. There's a pretty sweet view and a bunch of like... spaceships out there. I'm not sure if we're stuck here forever? God, I hope not.

[He sets the communicator down.]

What's your name? I noticed you have arms. I... like... your arms?

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[generalgrievous]

[Grievous just frowns at that.]

You also have arms.

If you mean this amount...

[And he pops the four arms out again on display, claws clenching.]

Then they do have their uses. I can crush five men at once.

[No, he didn't miscalculate. The other would be underfoot.]

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[woodcarving]

Well, yeah, but yours are pretty cool.

[Most people would be intimidated. Magnus just gets starry-eyed.]

Oh, wow. Those are some awesome arms, buddy. You've got some good arms. I bet you're real good at hugs too.

[He rubs at his stubbly chin.]

If you used your mouth, you might be able to get that to six. With precision aiming, I mean.

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[generalgrievous]

[Grievous does notice the impressed look. It's a look he's seen from his own people in the past - back before he was turned into a cyborg and only had two arms. Real arms. Not these metal monstrosities... He shudders as a surge of hatred and self loathing for this form briefly overtake his brain. It quickly passes, adjusted for by the reprogramming.]

I do not hug.

[He announces with a growl as if offended.]

[woodcarving]

You don't hug?

[Well, he is kind of skinny-looking.]

Maaaaybe I can teach you?

[generalgrievous]

For what purpose?