As a teen I hated Ventress. Now, I adore her. She’s so underrated and shows such fantastic character growth. I love her transition from misguided apprentice of Dooku into her own woman. Her road is uneven and jumbled, but in the end, she does the right thing.
I’m just imagining Ventress being the femme fatale in those film noir detective movies.
[ID: An illustration of Asajj Ventress, from The Clone Wars series, she is in an elegant magenta pink dress that flows downwards, her left hand is poised on her hip. The colors of the dress fluctuate between magenta and purple, with silver adornments at the waist and beneath the bust. She is also wearing a white fur stole. End ID.]
“Since I won our last sparring match, does that mean I should get your Council seat?” Asajj teased, giving Obi-Wan a playful shove.
“I don’t recall conceding that fight,” Obi-Wan argued. “We just had to give up the practice hall to Cin’s class,” he reminded her.
She rolled her eyes. “Please. I disarmed you and had your saber under my heel. What tactic were you going to try, charm?”
“Would it have worked?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Kenobi.”
He paused for a moment, stroking his beard as if seriously considering the situation. “All right, then, yes. You won, you deserve my place.”
“You agreed to that much too quickly.”
“Incidentally, there’s a meeting in half an hour. It won’t be long – four hours at most,” he continued cheerfully. “Since I’m free now, I suppose I’ll get a cup of tea and spend the afternoon in the Archives…”
“Hilarious.”
“I know you’re kidding,” Ky interjected, putting a hand warmly on Asajj’s shoulder. “But you’d be a great asset to the Council. You are clever and wise, and you know more about life on the Rim than most Knights twice your age. I hope you’ll give it due thought when the offer comes up.”
“Ky, you are embarrassing me,” she deflected, laughing lightly. “And what do you mean, when?”
