The infamous Count Dooku stood before the turbolift doors on the middendeck of the Invisible Hand, he was flanked by four ready B2 Super Battledroids as they awaited their precious cargo.
((I will act Palpatine for now, since we were unable to recruit our friend Sandra and our last Palpatine was unable to attend this RP))
A slight hum and soft hiss announced the Supreme Chancellor's arrival, escorted by IG-101 and IG-102, Greivous' personal guards. Palpatine stepped out and stared Dooku down, without uttering a word the two guards left the Count's own escort in charge of the prisoner.
The party of six entered the main lifts, acending into the upper spire aptly nicknamed, 'The Wizard's Tower' where Dooku usually broadcasted his political propaganda to the rest of the Separatists. after a minute or so, climbing higher and higher, they reached the main hall of the Count. The droids escorted their prize over to a large throne-like seat where the elderly Republican leader was strapped down at his wrists.
"A most-fitting location for the opposing leader, don't you think?" he still recieved the cold-blank stare from the Chancellor, he was unusually calm for someone taken as a wartime hostage.
"I understand they are not to be underestimated, I have met them before and will do so again. This time however our friend of diminshed-stature, Master Yoda will not be there to rescue them, I'm afraid..."
Palpatine merely sat there, restrained and silent, not a word nor a thought ran beneath his calculated appearance. After a moment of Dooku's gaze upon the battle around them, his regal-cape spun about and he promptly left the Supreme Chancellor alone with the scene of the battle behind him that overlooked the capitol.
On board the bridge, the many droids and Nemodians controlling the ship snapped to attention as the towering figure of their political leader made his presence felt.
"Are all of our fighters dispatched?" his commanding voice asked idly, a blue-B1 battle commander droid stepped up, "Yes sir, all vulture droids have departed and are patrolling the ship's hull, I was about to give the order to close the main hangar..."
Dooku cut off the buzzing voice with a gesture, "No, the hangar is to remain open, we are expecting guests..."
"Err... Roger, Roger..." the droid commander was confused, though obeyed it's orders. It was tactically unwise to it's programming to keep such a vulnerable part of the ship exposed.
"How goes the engagement?" He asked again, stroking his beard lightly as he observed the lights and sounds of the immense battle.
"Sir, we have been caught inside the planetary shields and the Republic is bombarding our fleet. We are attempting to damage the shield emmiters from orbit on this quadrant though the immediate threat lies with the Republic fleet" the blue command B1 spoke up again, strolling up to Dooku's side with it's mechanical hands clasped behind it's pelvis, enacting the superior AI programming it had been created with as a command unit.
"Where is the general now?" his thoughts began to search the ship.
"Sir, General Grievous reported to the medical section, he had sustained significant injuries during his mission, He will report to the bridge as soon as he is able." once more the mechanical voice answered.
"Continue with your objective, order the General to send me his report when he is ready, I will be in my quarters."