Zaalia
I’m a Zeltron, from Zeltros – a luxury world known as the ‘party planet.’
I went to work for the Exchange some years ago; I am a thrill-seeker and had a thirst for a sense of adventure; they valued me for my ability to read and feel the emotions of others – a trait shared by all of my race. These telepathic abilities came in handy when smuggling, as when I was accosted by the Empire I could get a feel for the situation, going into their minds and finding areas of weakness that I could use to my advantage… my race is astoundingly beautiful, a trait only enhanced by the pheromones that I produce. And when representatives from the empire approach me, oh boy do I turn up the pheromone production. I can then read their emotions and use the situation to my advantage – if there’s a weakness that I can exploit, I will. If they seek a payoff, riches, or perhaps a ‘good time’ to look the other way, I’ll facilitate it. Not only can I read and feel others’ emotions – I can also project emotions onto them. So, should I not feel inclined to pander to their desires I’ll simply imbibe them with the desire to flee, to return home, to search a different ship more thoroughly…
I did my best work smuggling Spice (narco-spice – a blanket term for various mind-altering drugs). I’m a hedonist, so let’s face it, I rather enjoyed the rewards of my work… obviously some things went missing from my shipments. My particular favourite was the narco-spice glitterstim – it is not only pleasurable, but it has the added benefit of boosting my telepathic abilities and heightening my mental state. Definitely an advantage in my business. Whenever glitterstim was on my ship, I was sure to succeed. And while it’s common to overdose on glitterstim, thankfully my second liver (a trait of my people) can handle the extra work-load in metabolising it.
So, for a few years I did a bunch of work against the Empire, charming people and smuggling stuff across the galaxy. Then, not long ago, I started to question my involvement with the Exchange. It was all well and good when I was smuggling spice, getting high and indulging in the all the fine things that the galaxy had to offer, but then one day my assignment was to move some people for the slave trade. My ability to read and feel the emotions of others can be a distinct advantage, but it can also be a crippling Achilles heel. I felt everything they felt; the fear, the pain; the anxiety. I knew instantly that I was in with the wrong group. I could not be a part of this organisation any longer. I set free the slaves, and made it my mission to abolish the slave trade across the galaxy. That’s how I ended up here, on the Outer Rim, working against the organisation I used to belong to, but also against the Empire. I’m an outcast – I still seek the enjoyable things in life, but I’ve found my greatest pleasure in getting back at those who think they can use the lower-status of other individuals to their advantage.
My normally pale pink skin flushes to a dark red when I’m angered. I don’t ever really rise to a fight when someone challenges me, I much prefer to deal with altercations in a non-violent manner. Having said that, I fly into a rage if I see anyone taking advantage of those less powerful than themselves. I am a formidable opponent when I’m enraged.
So to summarise, I do love getting high, I drink a lot, and I indulge in fine foods whenever I can… I have two livers, I can’t get fat (another advantage of my race) and I’m super hot.. so meh! But I’m out for the little-guy. I hate the social hierarchy and can’t stand seeing people in pain. I despise ‘the organisation’ – I’d steal from the Star Wars equivalent of KMART, but never from a local business. My ethical decisions may seem strange to others, but it is all based on my pursuit of happiness and equality.
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