Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Evil is not born, it is taught.

Open for revenge.

Betrayed and left for dead by Count Dooku.

Asajj Ventress has begun a deadly game with his former master.

Launching a secret assasination attempt againts him

with the help of her kind, the misterious Nightsisters.

Deceive in beliving the jedi are behind the recent attack.

Dooku has travel across the galaxy to enlist the Nightsisters.

In his quest for vengeance.

Mother Talzin.

Count Dooku, come.

We have much to discuss.

Thank you for receiving me, sister.

I believe the old alliance can again be what it once was.

You would only have to pledge your clan's allegiance to the

separatists' cause.

We could certainly use the powers of the Nightsisters

against the jedi.

Such a generous offer, count.

But our loyalty is reserved for only each other.

The only reason I am aiding in your search for a new

assassin is because long ago, you chose to help me.

After this matter is resolved, I hope our paths never

cross again.

As you wish, sister.

Drink.

You must gather your strength after such a long journey.

Thank you.

Blackroot, to replenish the body.

You have heard of the sith warrior darth maul, have you not?

Yes, he was slain on Naboo at the hand of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

A few still remain in his bloodline.

The men dwell on the far side of Dathomir.

What if I could provide another of his kind?

A warrior of the same caliber?

Yes, but I warn you.

Men are easy to acquire, hard to control.

With my last assassin, Asajj Ventress, dead

and the jedi's attacks against me increasing.

Procuring a new personal assassin is essential.

Very well.

It shall be done, my Lord.

So he has agreed to take another apprentice...

A barbarian, no less.

A man we deliver to the count with all of the training and skill

an assassin can possess.

This warrior must have no loyalty to Dooku.

He will be our pawn.

Yes, yes.

We will use our magicks to manipulate his assassin,

and when the time is right... Dooku will pay for his

betrayal with his life.

You will go to the far side of Dathomir and find the men.

You will select the most suitable candidate, one with

your strength and skill, one we can use to our advantage.

Yes, mother.

Ah, welcome, sister.

I have come for the selection.

Yes, yes, of course.

Line up, heads of each tribe!

Line up for the sister!

Feral, try not to draw attention to yourself.

That won't be a problem for me, Savage.

What a fine-looking specimen.

But looks aren't everything.

Too small.

Too weak.

These will do.

Him.

And him.

These men are to your liking, sister?

Yes.

Now for the tests.

There will be three of them.

Whoever survives will be my champion and go on to serve me.

Understood?

All: Yes, sister!

Excellent!

Let the games begin!

We must be vigilant, feral.

Aren't I always?

Feral!

Brother, get up.

The witch.

Where is she?

Pathetic.

Where are the warriors I came for?

Is this is all the power these men possess?

In order to fight against the force, you must see what cannot

be seen.

Only four of you remain.

Who will be the first to fall?

Not fast enough.

Show yourself.

Good.

Let the third and final challenge begin.

There are only two of us left, brother, but only one

will survive.

No, not if I can help it.

Stick together.

We must work as a team.

Go!

Savage!

As long as I live, you will not harm him.