"I failed to retrieve the blood samples, Master," said Ventress, entering the Court. "Turns out that brat knows a thing or two with lightsabers."
Dooku rose an eyebrow, still staring out the immense window of the Palace, watching his plan unfurl as the hospital crumbled into rubble.
"You know this can compromise our plan," he said evenly if not coolly.
"I know, Master." Ventress lowered onto her knees. "There's always a weakness. We can find Lea's weak point and use it against her."
"The problem is finding it on time," snapped Dooku, turning. "If this Jedi finds our plans, she will not comply. We have to find that weak point if it makes us desperate."
"Yes, Master," Ventress said with a slight quiver. The Count was always even until today. "I will do what I must."
"No," urged Dooku. "Another has volunteered to take your place in this operation. You have failed twice, and we cannot risk another mess up."
Ventress bit her lip and nodded. "I understand, Master." While in reality, her blood was boiling underneath her skin to kill her replacement. Someone who found favor with the Count must have been really helpful.
"Meet the Hooded Apprentice," said the Count, motioning to the open door.
A woman dressed all in a fitted black suit and a cloak entered, bowing in front of her Master and her accomplice.
"She will be replacing you in this operation." He smirked. "You can step down, am I correct?"
Ventress hissed at the smug look the mysterious woman gave her. "I can do more then you give me credit for."
"Lady Eclipse," he announced. "We will be leaving. This throne hardly does the Separatists good anymore."
"Yes, Master," complied the even lady. "We're leaving this backwater."
