Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Master vs. Assassin

   The twenty black clad assassins snuck towards the circle of Masters. Unbeknownst to them, the Masters were well aware of the assassins, and were waiting for the assassins to try something.

Suddenly a crimson lightsaber wielding assassin appeared behind Master Kota. With a Force-assisted jump, he back flipped over the assassin, slicing as he went. When he landed, the assassin slumped to the ground, decapitated. Master Kota summoned the assassin's lightsaber and igniting it; spun it in several windmills around himself. Satisfied, he smiled at the corpse and muttered
"Thank you kindly. I will put this to good use."

At that, red lightsabers ignited all around the circle of Masters, with the assassins appearing along with their weapons. Chaos broke loose as it soon became evident that, even with the Masters being outnumbered almost two to one; the assassins were no match for the group of Masters.  Within seconds; all that remained of the twenty assassins was one sole survivor, in front of Obi Wan.

   Leveling his azure blade at the female assassin's throat; the Jedi Master's visage shifted. He spoke, and his tone indicated that discussion would not be brokered, argument would not be parleyed, and attempt at such would meet with immediate, humiliating failure.
   "You will tell us what we wish to know. Or else."

------ Unknown Locale in the Galaxy:

   A face, wrinkled and pockmarked, was hidden by a black cowl. Sickly yellow eyes lurched open instantaneously; and he smirked, revealing jagged, yellow teeth. The voice that echoed from his mouth would terrify even the hardest of souls, rumbling with a gravelly baritone; yet screeching upon the ears like claws on a duraplast view screen.
  "They have taken the bait. Good... Good."

   A woman stepped from the shadows; clothed in a grey jumpsuit that did little to hide her extraordinary curves. Over the suit, she wore a matching black rancor skin vest, a utility belt and boots. She was ravishingly gorgeous, her only flaw the cybernetic eye on her left side, and the patch of metal around it. Her black locks fell to her lower back; while her remaining sapphire eye stared from an elegant porcelain face.

   "Master... would you have me to strike now ?"

   The visage of the cowled figure paused for a moment, his face twisting into what could pass as thoughtful.
   "Yes. Travel to Ord Mantell. They will berth there on their way to Dantooine for supplies. You will kill the whelp and the old one. Subdue the boy and bring him to me. After that; travel to Dantooine and eliminate the Jedi there. Begone."
   Almost as if it were an afterthought, he added
  "And Jaina ? If you fail, do not return."

The beautiful woman bowed at the waist.
"Yes Lord Sidious. I will not fail. This I promise you."

At that, she turned at heel and strode from the chamber.