A Difficult Trial
She was going to die.
"You know I can sense your emotions." The terror says to her.
Completely doomed.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, sir." says Alicia Olie, failed pilot, former member of the Royal Naboo Security Force, current member of the Senatorial Solutions private security organization Abysswalker, and most relevantly when possible the personal bodyguard to Padme Amidala.
"Of course you don't." Her utter doom, Anakin Skywalker, says dryly as he fiddles with his lightsaber.
She glances away, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Dear, aren't you being a bit much?" An angel, a vision of mercy says.
The three of them make an odd pair, meeting in the sparring room of one of the Abyss Walker's less important bases. An annex really, far from any important operations and merely a stopover as a former Jedi, a Senator and her bodyguard travel the stars.
"I don't think I'm being unreasonable at all." Anakin Skywalker says, crossing his arms mulishly. "Its just a spar."
"Just a spar." The angel repeats skeptically. "And why do you want just a spar?"
"To make sure she's good enough to be your bodyguard. I don't think she has what it takes." Anakin says, giving Alicia Olie a dangerous look.
"Anakin, she's been my primary bodyguard for months." Padme says with a roll of her eyes.
"And I didn't know that she was a force user. If she's intending to stand in for me or Snips I expect her to meet my standards." Anakin points out stubbornly, clearly in no mood to yield on this point.
For a moment, Alicia Olie considers pointing out that it's a bit rude to talk about her like she isn't here, before her good sense rears its head and shuts her trap. Her job description may include stepping between Padme and an irate force user, but she has absolutely no interest in stepping between these two. Even bodyguards have self preservation instincts after all.
"And she's
my bodyguard, not yours. You don't get to decide this for me, Anakin." Padme snaps back, glaring at her fiance in a reminder that even angels have wrath.
"I- I wasn't saying that." Anakin says, flinching at the accusation. "I was just worried, okay?"
"I know you were." Padme says, stepping forward, gently cupping his cheek and causing Alicia to feel rather uncomfortable. "And if it makes you feel better you can have a
friendly spar, but she's still my bodyguard."
And now Alicia's uncomfortable for an entirely different reason.
"Alright, that's fine. So Alicia, up for a friendly spar?" Anakin asks, giving her a dangerous grin even as Padme steps back and rolls her eyes at her fiance's antics.
"If you wish, sir." Alicia says, throttling her nervousness under her mask of professionalism.
The two opponents stand at opposite ends of one a sparring arena in one of the countless Abyss Watcher's bases throughout the galaxy. One is a prodigy of unmatched talent, the focus of prophecy, a legendary general and a master of the blade. The other is a veteran security officer, set grimly as she prepares to face a foe far beyond her.
Anakin Skywalker makes the first move, blurring forward and lashing out with his training saber. His blow is telegraphed but still delivered with impeccable skill and impressive speed. Alicia Olee shifts her feet slightly as two snap hisses signal her response, one the classic sound of an igniting lightsaber and the other subtly different.
Anakin's eyes widen as his strike is parried by an energy buckler, his skill and speed allowing him to twist out of the way of Alicia's blade, which is the buckler left free to counter attack.
"Well, that's a new one." Anakin admits with a raised eyebrow. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone wield a lightsaber and shield like that before."
"I'm not sure why, really. It's a fairly common armament in societies with metal armaments." Alicia Olie responds, her blade flickering in and out, probing Anakin's defenses.
"Probably there aren't many shields that can stand up to a lightsaber." Anakin says, his initial ire with Alicia forgotten in the face of his curiosity for her unusual fighting style.
"Not long term, but this is a custom job." Alicia admits, deflecting a flurry of attacks by Anakin.
Anakin presses the offensive, his superior physique, talent and skill on full display as one of the greatest duelists in the Galaxy advances forward. But Alicia Olie endures, her unusual defense focused style allowing her to endure Anakin's offensive far longer than someone of her skill level should be able to. She is losing, but slowly, as Anakin's more agile style slowly pushes her back and hems in her options. Her attacks become less and less frequent, as she is pushed fully onto the defensive. Yet, even despite that she perseveres, her shield is always in just the right location to parry Anakin's lightsaber.
Until suddenly she isn't.
Anakin thrusts his hand forward and the world
ripples. Alicia braces, her much more meager force powers rooting her to the spot as she attempts to endure the coming blow. This proves to be the wrong decision.
Her stance breaks and she stumbles backwards even as the wall behind her dents from the sheer force of Anakin's attack. Given a moment she will recover, but that is a moment she does not have.
Anakin strikes forward, bringing his blade to rest at the base of Alicia's throat. Alicia freezes, as Padme looks on with a mild frown on her face.
"I suppose your bladework is acceptable." Anakin says reluctantly, withdrawing his blade and signaling the end of the spar.
"Don't listen to him, your performance was excellent Alicia." Padme says, ignoring Anakin's mutinous grumble.
"Thank you ma'am." Alicia says, her professional composure undermined by her very visible sigh of relief.
Anakin's eyes flicker briefly, and the feeling of impending doom suddenly returns to her, far more powerful than it was before.
"But while your bladework is passable, I have some concerns about your piloting." Anakin says leadingly, even as Padme rolls her eyes in the background.
Alicia Olie whimpers.
A/N: Fight on Alicia, I believe in you!
Sure, Anakin/Darth Vader may have a bit of an issue regarding his fiancée's safety, and hence have absurdly high standards for your job, but I'm sure that won't be a problem, right? Right?
@Dr. Snark have a thing