"She still has a purpose," Count Dooku decided, standing over a yet breathing Ventress. Her injuries were grave, but she would live, with care; care that Dooku decided to graciously grant her. She might still be of use, time would tell.
An imperious gesture beckoned a droid forward as he stared down at the broken and bruised body at his feet. A broken tool, but sometimes that which was broken became stronger after mending.
"Move her to my ship and see to it that she is given medical treatment. I shall see that she is made into a new and improved ally – one who is capable of killing Obi-Wan Kenobi and his padawan both."
The droids gathered the broken body of Asajj Ventress, preparing to take her for reconstructive surgery and a long stay in a bacta tank.
Someday Obi-Wan Kenobi and Asajj Ventress would meet again.
One would survive. One would not. Or so the galaxy would think – for truth and reality would, as so often, collide.
The truth was far different.