Summary:
A Sith Pureblood ends up on Zeltron, trying to change shuttles and continue his journey. Unlucky for him, a certain annoying Zeltron woman has taken an interest in him. Set in/just before the time of The Clone Wars. (OC)
Author Note:
Just a quick story that I wrote while bored in a university lecture. Let me know if you like the idea of it. If the response from it is good, I'll try write the next chapter.
Chapter One:
"Welcome to Zeltros City Spaceport, we hope you enjoy your stay." Came the irritatingly cheerful voice over the announcement system as he stepped off the public shuttle. Karshaan really did not want to be here, but he had to change shuttles here, so he didn't have much choice.
The very idea of coming to Zeltros disgusted him. A world full of happy, partying and energetic Zeltrons. A Sith Pureblood's worst nightmare. He could feel it already; the positive emotions were radiating through the air itself. It made him want to be sick.
Taking care to supress both his emotions and his Force signature, to make sure that no Zeltron could feel the rage, hatred and pain flooding through him. It wouldn't do for one to get it in their minds that he needed their help. Karshaan knew that the Zeltrons would be able to feel him as nothing but a void, which would likely catch their curiosity, but it was better than letting them feel all the 'negative' emotions that made up his being.
As he made his way into the terminal, he could already feel the stares from the damned natives. It was not easy to keep his emotional shields up, he wasn't a Jedi. Sith needed to feel; even before they were corrupted by the Dark Jedi, they were a very passionate and emotional people. It wasn't right for a Sith to be so… empty.
Still, he kept it up, knowing that he only had to get the next shuttle to Coruscant, from where he would get a shuttle to his destination of Corellia. The holocron he had looted from the Sith temple on Yavin Four had told him of an artefact hidden there that he simply had to obtain. Not long now and he would be off this vile planet.
Karshaan entered the terminal building and, as he was looking for an access terminal, a young Zeltron woman came up to him, falling a good foot and a half shorter than his cloaked self. "Good morning to you, mister. Can I interest you in-?"
Karshaan did not think he would be able to keep his composure long if the damned happy creatures kept bothering him, so he interrupted. "No. Just changing shuttles." He said firmly.
He could sense the slight drop in her happiness and a twinge of disappointment, it made him smile – not that she could see it through his hood covered head and scarf covered face. He doubted any of these things would recognise what he was, even if he was showing his face, but Zeltrons were not picky and were always looking for a good time. He wanted to dissuade anything before it happened.
The Zeltron didn't seem to take the hint though. "Are you sure? There is plenty of cheap accommodation and we even offer – "
Karshaan was really struggling to keep his composure. He was Sith. Had they been in the Sith Empire, he would have electrocuted the annoying alien. But he couldn't, the Sith Empire had long since fallen and his people long since disappeared from galactic view, so he settled for keeping his emotions in check, but allowing his tone to take on a hint of anger. "I said no."
He stepped around her and carried on his way, quickly spotting an access terminal, he made his way over to it. He was just typing in his intended destination when the same annoying creature popped up at his side again.
"Hmm… going to Coruscant, huh?" She hummed, leaning in and blocking his view of the terminal as she read it. "Why would you want to go there? Family business?"
"No." He replied. The slight anger still in his tone.
"Business trip?"
"No."
"Live there?"
"No." His voice was starting to raise a bit, but the damned thing didn't seem to notice. Honestly, he'd met Gungans that were less annoying than this sorry excuse for a sentient.
"Hmm… changing shuttles again, then?" She asked, moving between him and the terminal, while leaning towards him and tilting her head in an obvious attempt at looking cute. It didn't bother him… at least until he felt his emotions change behind his barriers… and he knew exactly why. She was using her damned pheromones on him!
Sith are very well acquainted with the emotions, he quickly identified what was his and what was implanted, quickly crushing what wasn't his. In his crushing, he didn't notice that his barrier momentarily cracked, and a small wave of his pain was sent out. Not enough to reach far, but enough for her to feel.
Unknown to him, but she quickly realised why she wasn't getting any emotions from him. He was burying his emotions somehow! Now that was interesting. The only ones that usually buried emotions were Jedi, but no Jedi felt like this man did. Now she was curious. Besides, if he was in emotional pain, it was her duty as a Zeltron to help him, right?
Karshaan, oblivious to her inner thoughts, replied to her earlier question. "Yes, I am changing shuttles. Now go bother someone else." He lightly pushed her aside, though it took all his self-control to only do it lightly.
Stepping back up to the terminal, he finished entering his intended destination and pressed the search button. Immediately I came up with the last shuttle of the day, the one he wanted to catch… only it was-
"Oh dear… looks like your shuttle is cancelled. I guess you might be interested in accommodation, after all, huh?" The damned creature was back to leaning into his line of sight.
Karshaan had no idea how he was going to wait until tomorrow without crushing any of these insects. He let out a sigh. "Fine. Where is the cheapest and closest hotel?"
"Hotel?" She asked happily. "Why stay in a hotel? Come to a party for the night with me!"
"No."
"Why not?" he could tell that she was upping the level of pheromones she was outputting.
"Because I said no." Karshaan ground out. How was she not taking the hint to back off?
"There's always the amusement parks." She continued undeterred.
"No."
"Theatres?"
"No."
"Nightclubs?"
"I said no." Now he had had enough.
He stepped around her and was heading for the exit to find a hotel on his own when she jumped in front of him again, placing a hand on his chest to stop him – how much he wanted to snap the damned creature's wrist…
"If you are not a nightclub person, there is always the strip clubs." She purred.
Again, his shields cracked, only this time, it was for a few seconds longer and a larger crack. She, and several Zeltrons around them, were hit with a big wave of annoyance, irritation and – again – pain. This time, though, Karshaan noticed the crack and quickly went about repairing it.
The noise around him stopped as all the Zeltrons in the vicinity turned to stare at the pair. The Zeltron before him still holding her hand against his chest, but her expression was different now. Her face was full of surprise, and not a little concern. Karshaan rolled his eyes under his hood, it was concerned for him? Pathetic.
She seemed to recompose herself and change her expression, but it wasn't her usual smile that came over her face, but instead an odd mixture of a stern look and concern. "Now listen here, mister. You can't be on Zeltron and holding in that amount of negativity and pain without anyone here wanting to help you."
Karshaan's response was more growl than voice, but it was perfectly understandable to the Zeltrons that were now listening all around him. "As I told you before, Zeltron. I'm here to change shuttle. I don't care for you. I don't care for your people. I don't care for your damned planet. And I most certainly do not care for your help!" He calmed his voice a little, though he was still seething inside. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to find a place for the night."
Not even waiting to hear the reply of the stunned Zeltron, or those around them who were equally as stunned by his outburst, he walked straight out of the terminal and looked for a place to spend the night.
Back in the terminal, the Zeltrons in the area were listening to the woman recount everything that had just happened, each one of them wearing an expression of concern. They were all in complete agreement of what they needed to do without even having to discuss it. They'd had hard cases before and they were sure that they could fix this one, too.
Author Note:
If you have any ideas on what you want to see next, please leave them in a review! Do you want the Sith to actually be helped by the Zeltrons and get a lid on his negative emotions? Perhaps you just want to see him try and survive a day on Zeltros before escaping? All up to you!