[They walk through jungle, it seems for a long time. Nothing catches his eye. They head onward and come to a beach. The sight of it brings a sharp pain to Grievous' heart and he winces but presses onward across the sand. There is a vast ocean beyond it; the sight not only brings back memories of his own downfall - the terrible crash that almost destroyed his body - but also of her. There. It must be in there. He strides forward, into the waves. Once waist high in the water, he halts, sensing more than seeing. Reaching out and concentrating there is a sharply grating sound as if of metal tearing into metal and the monolith they seek rises slowly from the depths of the water. Grievous lays a hand on it and winces again as if it has burned him but he doesn't pull away.]
It is here. How do I break into it?
[He may be speaking aloud as much as asking chaos for advice. No forms are appearing as quickly as they had with the other two. No visible enemies. But he suspects what they may be. Not the Sith this time or anyone involved with the Clone Wars. He senses the original enemy of his world. The Huk. The giant insect-like creatures who invaded and enslaved his home and his people. The Sith may have corrupted his body but the Huk stole his soul and destroyed his heart, by killing his figurative other half - his soulmate. Nobody else could ever take her place. The Huk had murdered her - despite her prowess as a warrior - and she had sunk beneath the sea, lost forever. The grief alone had nearly killed him but then he'd channeled it toward that enemy and devastated their ranks and their worlds. For her; for himself; for his people. His triumphs had been so great the Huk had begged the Republic for help. In turn they sent the Jedi and started the path that had led to all of this manipulation against him. Ultimately, he had to blame the Huk for it all. Even as his mind dwelt on these thoughts, shadowy figures began to form. Huge, seven foot tall praying mantis-like beings in the misty shapes that began to appear. Grievous takes a step back, weapons again at the ready.]
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It is here. How do I break into it?
[He may be speaking aloud as much as asking chaos for advice. No forms are appearing as quickly as they had with the other two. No visible enemies. But he suspects what they may be. Not the Sith this time or anyone involved with the Clone Wars. He senses the original enemy of his world. The Huk. The giant insect-like creatures who invaded and enslaved his home and his people. The Sith may have corrupted his body but the Huk stole his soul and destroyed his heart, by killing his figurative other half - his soulmate. Nobody else could ever take her place. The Huk had murdered her - despite her prowess as a warrior - and she had sunk beneath the sea, lost forever. The grief alone had nearly killed him but then he'd channeled it toward that enemy and devastated their ranks and their worlds. For her; for himself; for his people. His triumphs had been so great the Huk had begged the Republic for help. In turn they sent the Jedi and started the path that had led to all of this manipulation against him. Ultimately, he had to blame the Huk for it all. Even as his mind dwelt on these thoughts, shadowy figures began to form. Huge, seven foot tall praying mantis-like beings in the misty shapes that began to appear. Grievous takes a step back, weapons again at the ready.]