The Separatist ships were flying over Yavin, Dooku was at the helm with Grievous. Then the transmitter starts blinking and beeping.
"General, we have an oncoming Transmission." A Droid said.
"Who is sending it?" Grievous asks.
"Darth Sidious?" The Droid asks.
"It's for you Dooku." Grievous said.
Darth Sidious is shown, Dooku kneels.
"What is thy bidding master?" Dooku asks.
"Tyranus, I am overhearing the losses of our beloved Separatist army."
"Yes, My Lord, I am sorry to displease you."
"No need, I knew this would happen eventually, which is why I'm sending General Grievous a helper."
"And whom would that be?" Grievous asks.
"Why my Apprentice, Vindicta. You remember him Dooku, you helped taught him the ways of being a Sith Lord, and you saved his life."
"I do remember the young (F/N). He almost succeeded in killing Windu and Kenobi."
"Yes, that's why he will be helping Grievous, I'm sure with his help, the victory of the Separatist will rise."
"When will he arrive?" Dooku asks.
"He's already close." Sidious signs off.
"What do I need of a snot-nosed brat?"
"Because you're droids are weaker than the clones and your leadership is sloppy." An unknown voice said.
Dooku turns around and Vindicta uncloaks himself.
The Droids stand up and aim their blasters at them.
"Hold fire. (F/N), my have you grown, and you brought your own personal Assassin Gear." Dooku said.
"Long time Dooku, so this is Grievous? I thought he would be taller."
"Watch what you say little one!" Grievous said.
Vindicta then lifts Grievous from the ground with his mind.
"WHAT?!