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Zeltros was the last place many would expect Khamesi, and indeed, that Khamesi herself would have expected herself to be. She was tense and stressed, it had clouded her judgement in ways she couldn't tolerate. After much debate, and a lot of second guessing Zeltros had been chosen. It was a pick that even now Khamesi was somewhat regretting. Fighting the pheromones' that flooded the planet was no mean feat, but it was one Khamesi was succeeding in. So far at least. What she had come here for were not it's endless parties, but sun and warm waters. Things she had rarely seen and much enjoyed, though many did not know this of her. Even now as she relaxed in the sand, absorbing the sun, she could not help but feel out of place. Zeltros was known for many things, and many of those things were alien to Khamesi. It had taken more courage than she had thought one such as her would have to summon just to make it to this beach. Dodging party after party, and a great many strangers wanting to speak to her. It was odd, and made some part of her angry. Khamesi was an imposing figure, towering over most intelligent beings in the galaxy, built heavy with muscle, and covered with the scars of her past. Yet despite all that, most here didn't hesitate to approach her. Some part of her enjoyed that, that despite her imposing figure she could still be accepted her, but it also made her angry. How dare they treat her as any normal traveler, did they not know who she was?!
Of course they didn't. That was part of the point. The second reason she'd chosen Zeltros over many other choices. It was controlled by the Jedi, deep in their territory. If Khamesi was outed as a Knight of The Sith Empire, if she was outed as a Sith at all, she would be hunted and hounded. Hunted and hounded while she was vulnerable. It was a challenge she relished. If she could keep away from them, have her little vacation in the heart of their land, she will spit on their vigilance. Now that, that made her happy. A chuckle escaped her lips at the thought and she shifted in the chair she sat upon. She did her best not to have her thoughts dwell on the past, not now anyway. It was a source of anger, of pain, of longing. It gave her great power to draw on, great power to turn on her enemies. But now? Now she had no one to turn it against, and as such she should avoid it when she was trying to relax.
Many like her would probably be nervous, sitting on an enemy planet unarmed, vulnerable, and with her guard down. Well, down by her standards, a nervous energy of another nature had replaced it. She understood now why many Cathar avoided this place. She was far from a normal Cathar, but she still had many of the lessons her parents had given her, and while she wasn't sure how tightly to them she lived, Zeltros was definitely a place few Cathar visited, at least on their own. Her nervous energy was because of that, not because of her lack of weapons. Unlike many Sith, or Jedi for that matter, her lightsaber was not her most lethal tool besides the force. Her own body was a weapon. Fist and claw, tooth and foot, with them she had put many to an early grave. She was never unarmed. Still...she felt exposed as she was. Perhaps that was why she was on a section of the beach practically abandoned by the others. She could smell food, drink, and more drifting from the various parties dotting the beach, the stands hawking their ware, and the streets beyond. Instead she was alone, enjoying the quiet, and the warm sun. It lulled her into a sense of peace that was rare for here, time for her to focus inward and see what lessons she could learn of herself. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to force herself to ignore the distant people, to focus on herself as she had come here to.
Of course they didn't. That was part of the point. The second reason she'd chosen Zeltros over many other choices. It was controlled by the Jedi, deep in their territory. If Khamesi was outed as a Knight of The Sith Empire, if she was outed as a Sith at all, she would be hunted and hounded. Hunted and hounded while she was vulnerable. It was a challenge she relished. If she could keep away from them, have her little vacation in the heart of their land, she will spit on their vigilance. Now that, that made her happy. A chuckle escaped her lips at the thought and she shifted in the chair she sat upon. She did her best not to have her thoughts dwell on the past, not now anyway. It was a source of anger, of pain, of longing. It gave her great power to draw on, great power to turn on her enemies. But now? Now she had no one to turn it against, and as such she should avoid it when she was trying to relax.
Many like her would probably be nervous, sitting on an enemy planet unarmed, vulnerable, and with her guard down. Well, down by her standards, a nervous energy of another nature had replaced it. She understood now why many Cathar avoided this place. She was far from a normal Cathar, but she still had many of the lessons her parents had given her, and while she wasn't sure how tightly to them she lived, Zeltros was definitely a place few Cathar visited, at least on their own. Her nervous energy was because of that, not because of her lack of weapons. Unlike many Sith, or Jedi for that matter, her lightsaber was not her most lethal tool besides the force. Her own body was a weapon. Fist and claw, tooth and foot, with them she had put many to an early grave. She was never unarmed. Still...she felt exposed as she was. Perhaps that was why she was on a section of the beach practically abandoned by the others. She could smell food, drink, and more drifting from the various parties dotting the beach, the stands hawking their ware, and the streets beyond. Instead she was alone, enjoying the quiet, and the warm sun. It lulled her into a sense of peace that was rare for here, time for her to focus inward and see what lessons she could learn of herself. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to force herself to ignore the distant people, to focus on herself as she had come here to.
