Instincts by elfguy ()
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Everything happens during that one moment when you come in the room and you see her, busy doing her own things, and she senses you. Her lightsabers are in hand and ignited in a flash, she looks back at you with those red glowing eyes, and then there's a pause. That precise instant is when it all plays out. Her strong body tenses up, her instincts take over, and her demeanor goes from calm and relax to a fighting stance. Things could go either way. Her beautiful topless figure is adorned with a firm, cold stare. Will she strike, or will she decide that you are no threat to her?
This young girl trained for combat, for every eventuality, and the very thought that you could take her by surprise in her most vulnerable moment, when she's alone in her quarters, busy with something else, would be the thinking of a fool. As a Sith, with such a command over the Dark Side and her melee weapons, nothing could save you if she decides to strike. Even though her back is facing you, and she has no protective armor, you know in that split second, simply by looking into her eyes, that she is in complete control of the situation, as she always is. Here, nothing can save you. You are in her territory, and the only thing that can keep you alive is the hope that her quick decision will be in your favor. It's as if your heart stopped and refuses to start up again until she makes a sign as to what that choice will be. It seems to be taking hours, but is in fact over in less than a second.
Only when she powers her weapons down and turns back to her datapad, do you then know she doesn't fear you, and doesn't consider you worthy of striking down. And only then do you realize that all along, it was a no win situation. Dieing is bad enough, but by turning her back to you, by not even bothering to challenge you, she makes you realize how little and insignificant you are compared to her. That cold, piercing look is gone, and her pale, smooth skin looks so vulnerable once again. But it's like a predator that went back to sleep, and you know how quickly it can wake up. While you will still live this day, you now know that whatever you did in the past, whatever skills you believe you possess, it doesn't matter. In a single instinctual decision, she dismissed it all, and judged you as certain as if she was your executioner.