These children were foolish. They were the cocky types that, though they were trained to be of calm mind and body, they couldn't help but feel that they were better than everyone else. When the invasion was spotted by Mace Windu, the orders were quickly given out. The able Jedi were to run to the battle field. The children, however, were ordered to help the civilians evacuate, feeling that the children were trained enough to be able to handle a few troops on their own as opposed to the massive army amassing on the battle field.
 
 What they were not counting on was the oldest of the children challenging the authority and standing up in front of the others once the Jedi had left them. "Why do we have to evacuate the planet?" he asks, making sure the door was closed and no one could hear him. "Why don't we go after Grievous ourselves? There are 20 of us and only one of him, we've been training since we were old enough to walk, I think we could handle him."
 
 A few of the others raised their hands in protest but it was a small number compared to the larger group. The oldest one, led the kids to the pods and they all crowded inside it. Masking his voice, he was able to get the launch coordinates of the battle field, and due to the frantic situation, it was given out without much fuss.
 
 He put in the coordinates, but didn't put it on auto pilot, preferring to control the ship himself.
 
 Once on the field, he could sense the malevolent evil concentrated in one place. "Everybody hang on." he says turning back to look at the others. "We're going to crash right in there." he says as he aims the ship. He feels the ship resisting him as several of the Jedi on the outskirts of the battle try to slow them down with the force, assuming that it was out of control. He growled and punched the control board, activating the boost and sending the Jedi back a few paces as the ship crashes into the scenic windows of the room General Grievous was waiting in. He flew backwards and landed gracefully by the door as the ship skidded to a halt and the small army flocked out of it.
 
 Using their combined force push, the kids pushed the ship back out of the room to crash below on a group of fighters.
 
 "What is this?" asks Grievous angrily. "Do the jedi underestimate my powers that badly?" he asks laughing.
 
 "We are not here under order." the teen leader answers. "We just don't think you are as good as they say."
 
 As one, the platoon activates their lightsabers, causing Grievous to cover his eyes in the blinding light from 20 bright blue lightsabers.
 
 "Oh so you do wish to fight." he says pulling out just one saber of his own, stolen from a Jedi he had killed many years before, it was the first one he ever stole and it was understandably quite sentimental to him.
 
 "Fight you?" asks the teen. "No, we want to kill you." he says and raises his lightsaber high above his fellows. "CHARGE" He says and the platoon spreads out to prevent them from accidentally nicking the others, they charge straight at the robotic general.
 
 It is a haze of lights and wooshes as the kids show off their limited skills, jumping around and slicing with their weapons and actually doing a bit of damage to the robot. He actually gets nervous and has to bring out all four of his arms and a great number of lightsabers that he head stolen from Jedi over the years. He lost several of them but luckily he kept nearly his entire stash in his own body and was never without them.
 
 After a good hour of fighting, and hearing the command code "Execute Order 66" coming through the radios. A great shout could be heard from the battlefield below and the remaining 2 kids standing turn to look as the clone army turn on the republic and begin slaughtering Jedi mercilously. Grievous takes this opportunity to hit the two on the head with the butt of his saber and they crumple to the ground knocked out.
 
 With his victory assured, Grievous goes around to each of the children, and binding them up so they can't escape from them. Then he closes the shutters on the windows so no one can see in and calls for some of the clones that had been sleeper agents the entire time. He sits back on his throne that they brought him and wheezes a bit now that the adrenaline from the battle begins waring off.
 
 "Feed them to my cock." he says as he spreads his legs and opens a hatch. A large cock springs forward and he looks at it appraisingly. It was one of the very few pieces of organic matter he still had from his time as a human.
 
 "Yes sir" one of the storm troopers says in a slightly robotic voice. Now that the chip had released their dormant programming, they were more machine than clone. One by one each and every child was slurped up into the machines dick. Starting from the head, down the shoulders past the arms and down the legs, they were all pushed in and dropped into his balls to be churned up into cum for whatever brood making schemes he had planned for them.
 
 By the time the other 19 of his platoon were taken in to the robots cock, the teenage jedi youngling had woken up and watched in horror as his last team member slurped up. General Grievous smiled behind his mask seeing him awake and wheezed out something about wanting him to be awake for all of it but didn't have the time nor the patience to wait.
 
 The youngling begins to scramble backwards. He was supposed to be great, he was a month away from training under a Jedi Knight and becoming a Padawan. He'd had meetings with the council and his Jedi Knight had picked him from the selection of many other younglings of the right age. And now, even if he escaped, he'd be stripped of his ranking and banished into exile for not only ignoring orders, but for putting the lifeblood of the Jedi order in jeopardy because of the death of 19 other children. He didn't know that the Jedi Order was nearly extinct as of now thanks to Order 66.
 
 Not having any of his shit, Grievous stalks towards his prey and wraps him up tightly in his four robotic hands. He gasps as he is squeezed and Grievous breaths heavier from the several hundred pounds he now has between his legs. With this size he was carrying, he'd likely be able to make a rancor beg not to be fucked for it was too big.
 
 He decides that as the leader of the group, he should watch what was happening as opposed to the other younglings who went in head first. He shook the boy and made his shoes fall off and pressed the boys foot to his cock head. The boy gasped and nearly wet himself at the feel of the fleshy and yet slightly cybernetic penis around his feet as they are swallowed.
 
 Jedi Master Yoda's words come back to him now as he is filled with conflicting emotions. "Fear is the path to the darkside, Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to Hate. Hate leads to Suffering." Those words did nothing to comfort him as he was slowly pressed down into the appendage that had swallowed up his knees. He shivers when he feels it over his clothes swallow up his hips and hands.
 
 Tears leak out of him as it takes him in easily and soon, he was sliding down a fleshy tube to curl up in the balls of the Sith General. All around him was the half melted forms of his fellow younglings. As he began to melt as well, he heard the gravelly wheezing voice of the general call for all other captured women and children to be brought to him for the same treatment.
 
 He passed out then while, hundreds of miles away, the only other group of younglings were slaughtered by the newly christened Darth Vader.