Prologue

This is where the distress call came from. On a cliffside, nothing but grass and rock to be seen from any direction, stood the female Jedi Knight, Bultar Swan.
Bultar was called here to rescue a surviving Jedi. This is where the signal was able to be pinpointed to, however no one seemed to be around.

Until she heard the hum of a lightsaber.
Bultar turned quickly, looking to see where the sound was coming from. As she turned, her eyes showed her exactly what was going to to kill her. The man was not human. He was of the Zabrak species, from the world of Dathomir.

The tattooes across his face had a very familiar pattern. As if Bultar had seen the menace before. She didn't have time to focus on that, however, once the horned man swung his blade at her. Bultar rolled to her left and took out her lightsaber.

The dark one raised his lightsaber, about to swing down and Bultar raised her blade to block before the Sith could strike. Bultar shoved the blade away from her and attempted to cut off the enemy's hands, trying to disarm him. That was her final mistake.

As the human Jedi tried to knock the blade out of the hands of her foe, the Zabrak took the chance to stab his blade through the Jedi. A searing pain went through Swan's mind as she fell to the ground, a gaping hole in her chest. No blood. None of her insides falling out. Just a hole surrounded by searing red burns on her skin.
And with that, the Jedi was no more. The trap was sprung and the demonic villain in front of her won with incredible ease.

"Here I thought you were supposed to be a great expert. I was expecting more of a challenge than that pathetic little show." He said to her.
That was the last thing she heard before she became one with the Force.