Location: The Afterlife
The deceased Sith are gathered around in a random spot in the Sith Pit. (This is a special place where the twisted wicked souls of the Sith go to rest once their physical body has been slain) As usual, arguments are breaking out amongst the members.
"Hey! Hey! It's my turn to tell a story!" Darth Maul cries out.
"But my story is way better!" Darth Sidious whines.
"You both always tell the same exact stories EVERY. SINGLE. TIME..." Darth Plagueis grumbles.
"So what?!" Darth Maul and Darth Sidious cry out at the same time.
The other Sith grumble angrily, waiting for a story. Despite that it always takes a long time for them to decide on things, they always get irritated by the wait.
"My story is about a pineapple," Darth Maul begins, trying to shove Darth Sidious back into his seat.
Darth Sidious bites Darth Maul's hand. This doesn't seem to deter Darth Maul at all.
"One day, I discovered a pineapple! It was spiky, just like me!" Darth Maul continues.
Darth Sidious then grabs Darth Maul and tosses him into some of the other Sith.
"OUCH!" Darth Maul yelps.
"Nobody cares about the stupid pineapple story!" Darth Sidious yells.
"I do," a random Sith pipes in.
"Then you're very dumb," Darth Sidious concludes.
While the Sith are fighting, the short figure of the Dark Master appears nearby, carrying her right arm with her.
"Hey, guys. Ummm... How many kills will it take for you to repair my arm?" the Dark Master asks, holding up the arm.
The Sith who are not currently beating each other up go to admire the severed arm. This kind of gruesome activity excites them.
"Oooh, what kind of gruesome battle warranted this kind of injury?!" one of them asks, poking the shoulder nub that is left.
"Just some idiot child with a blaster," the Dark Master says and then asks, "Where is Palpatine?"
The Sith point to the pile of other Sith who are rolling around in a ball of fury.
"Oh... Is now a bad time...?" the Dark Master asks.
Darth Sidious breaks free and walks over to the Dark Master. The others in the fight continue fighting for a short time before realizing Darth Sidious broke free from the scuffle.
"No, now what were you asking?" Darth Sidious asks.
The Dark Master holds out the severed arm. Darth Sidious stares at the severed arm, starting to smile a little.
"I'm here to bargain, once again..." the Dark Master says and then asks, "How many people must I kill to get this arm reattached to my body?"
Darth Sidious laughs at the Dark Master. Apparently the Dark Master's pitiful pleads for a bargain amuse him.
"You'd better stick that in an ice chest if you want to keep it fresh!" Darth Sidious says.
"How many?! How many people do you want me to kill?!" the Dark Master asks, getting angrier.
"Take a seat, Lillian," Darth Sidious commands.
Grumpily, the Dark Master heads to the ring of chairs. The Siths who were once tumbling around in a furious frenzy are now seated again and watching the Dark Master carefully. She approaches and studies the open chairs for a moment.
"Any seat, but mine," Darth Sidious directs.
The Dark Master picks a chair and sits in it. She reclines and gets comfy in her seat, still clutching her severed arm protectively. The other Sith murmur to each other, casting wary glances at the newcomer.
"What?! What's the matter now?!" the Dark Master asks.
"You sit in the seat that Darth Vader once sat in," Darth Sidious replies, coming over to sit in his own seat.
"Darth Vader..." the Dark Master murmurs to herself.
"Now, about that arm..." Darth Sidious begins.
"Yes...?" the Dark Master asks, impatiently.
"Might as well add it to the list! You still are trying to earn your right eye back, aren't you?" Darth Sidious asks with a grin.
"I sure am," the Dark Master confirms with a nod.
"Then it is settled. You keep up the death and destruction and you'll have your eye and your arm back. You should probably get a robotic arm in the meantime," Darth Sidious suggests.
"Sounds fair to me," the Dark Master says.
"Good, good..." Darth Sidious says.
"Would you like to hear my pineapple story before you leave?" Darth Maul asks the Dark Master.
She gets up from her seat. Without replying to Darth Maul, she waves her severed arm at the other Sith as though to say goodbye.