You round the corner, and standing in front of you, hauntingly, is someone familiar walking down the hallway, their back turned towards you.

A chill runs down your spine, but before your feet can get the message to run away, her head, floating earily above a disconnected torso, swivels around, her left hand quickly grabbing at the lightsaber on her hip.

"Thought you could sneak up on me, Jedi?" She snarls, blade already out and pointed directly at you.

The rest of her body, which had been continuing its forward momentum away from you, stops, each piece independently turning around, hovering in the air beneath her head. Her rage clearly grows in her eyes.

"You look surprised, Jedi? Expected me to die in that trash compactor?" She scowls, her eyes unwavering as they stared directly into your soul. "Unfortunately for the both of us, my Master would never approve of such an easy end to their best apprentice."

She takes a step forwards, her feet swapping places such that they were in the correct orientation once again, her right hand floating behind her back to her right side. "Their minions salvaged what they could," Another step, "Taught me to harness the hatred of my loss," closer still, "And soon I shall have all I need to take their place as master of all Sith."

She was close enough now that you could feel goosebumps cover your body, the metallic walls sparking from the static electricity emanating off of her. "Now, ready your blade, Jedi, unless you prefer I slice you into dust and spread your ashes across the galaxy!"

She doesn't wait for your answer, her hand flying forwards, blade directly aimed at your heart.