A/N: I had ten minutes before bed, and so I spouted this out. General Grievous muses on the one battle he's ever lost. Enjoy!

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I am a killer.

Natural born.

From conception.

From the minds of the gods.

I am the greatest warrior the Kaleesh had ever seen.

I am the greatest warrior the galaxy has ever seen.

Not the Jedi.

Never the Jedi.

Filthy, stinking, cowardly scum!

Peacekeepers.

No.

Warbringers.

World-destroyers.

Murderers.

And then there was her.

This Jedi.

This incredibly beautiful Jedi the gods torment me with.

Dreaming, sleeping, breathing, beating. There's her.

I can think of nothing else.

She haunts me.

Her smile, her sword, her voice.

I used to think I was strong. I scorned love, the weakness, the plague.

Until it met me in battle.

And I lost.

A/N: Short, but I think it's alright. But, what do you think? Click the link below to tell me!