Paleomnesia

[Django]

Elijah stood out of place in the busy industrial area of Metellos. It was clear Elijah was not a man of industry, with his oversized robes concealing his weapons and his rice farmers hat cloaking his face. Here and almost everywhere the galaxy had to offer he stood out, and so he was used to. Ugly unheard of species brushing by him, occasionally making snarky remarks, were apart of his life now. Elijah was a creature himself, and so he understood the plight of these ugly unheard of species. When you're bullied and beat all your life and you see the opportunity to reverse the role, even for the shortest of time, you often take it.

Sticking out like a sore thumb served Elijah in this situation. He was on this planet with the sole purpose of finding a former Jedi Grand Master. Although his achievements stacked high against Elijah's, they were quite similar beings. Elijah could feel the man he was trying to find, the Force drawing them together like twins. He could feel what drove this man too, for it was similar to what drove himself, and he could see how one day their roads would merge to a single destination.

And so he called out to him through the Force, hopefully speeding up his delivery. "Lecchamemnon."

 

[Denzein]

The blasted site of Stalinghast was not far from here, by his reckoning. He could feel the heavy sense of dread that wafted south from that fell place held most sacred by the Church of Nothing, it put a chill in the bones only a force sensitive could feel - he pitied any that happened to be trapped in this den of poverty and ruthless industrialisation, it must be a hard thing to live with such a shadow constantly looming over one's shoulder.

By the force, he knew it was.

Lecchamemnon heard the call, and at first he was wary. While those with the courage and skill to track him down did exist and find him occasionally, they were few in number and most of their motives were dark. This could quite possibly be another assassin, or rogue jedi turned Sith bounty hunter, anything was possible. He'd resolved to wait and study the man that sought him before revealing himself and potentially springing any traps.

He had not done this through physical surveillance; he doubted such methods would reveal mush, and all they did was accentuate the risk to himself by taking a look in person. Instead he'd meditated, like he once had done frequently as a Jedi. He sat with the force and allowed it to flow through him, the simple purity of this harmonious act filling him with a light he thought had long since abandoned him forever. It was pleasant, quaint in a way, to fall back on the techniques he'd learned as a child... So much of what he did revolved around awe inspiring force powers, or dreadful blasts of eldritch energies, a touch of the simple was welcome in his life.

Sitting on the floor of the apartment he'd chanced upon deserted, he'd examined the skeins of the force that had brought the convergence of himself and this stranger to pass. He found little reason for animosity between the pair of them, and in fact more than one reason to meet this man and talk - the force was pushing them together and it was likely they'd have met eventually anyway, the stranger had simply taken the initiative and come before his time. Lecchamemnon respected that, it showed a lack of complacency the Jedi usually tried to stamp out. This was good, the former Grand Master was ever a man of grand designs after all, so often would spending too long contemplating every side to a problem lead him and his companions to ruin.

Not that he had many. He worked best alone, trust had never come easy for him... It went with his trade.

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He found his tracker standing in a square populated by various workers and menials. A few restaurants and bistros dotted the perimeter, places the workforce ate when the shifts changed over. They were open now but almost empty, as the workers had only just switched - the few that remained Lecchamemnon assumed had just finished their work for the day, or were running late. Whatever the cause it would be little effort to shield whatever this man had to say from their ears and minds. That was one of Lecchamemnon's finest traits.

He reached out, now he was here. He was standing in the centre of the square: A man with a greying beard under a worn old cloak. While his garb was still unusual for Metellos it wasn't quite so obvious as it was for Elijah, especially since Lecchamemnon was carefully blending his image with the living force around him. People's eyes skated over the space he occupied, even though he wasn't invisible. They simply ignored him, their brains fooled by the simple trick into not assigning his presence any importance. They saw him, but did not care or take notice... It was a valuable tool to have in one's arsenal, and quite simple to master once the basic technique was down.

I am here, the hooded man in the centre of the square - under the shadow of the shift clock. Why have you sought me? Who are you?

 

[Django]

Elijah felt Lecchamemnon's presence before the former Grand Master returned his call. He revealed his location to Elijah, though it was unneeded. The former Grand Master radiated a deep connection to the Force, so much so that it would be easy for an experienced Force user to pinpoint his location. No matter whether Lecchamemnon revealed his location or not, Elijah wasn't going to have to physically spot him to know he was there.

With the ease of knowing the man he was looking for was nearby the former Knight stopped radiating his presence, and instead took up using Force stealth. It was a Force power that Elijah was experienced in, having used it almost daily since his time of leaving the Order. If he was a fish in a barrel before, now he was a tiny, indistinguishable birthmark on a new lover. Elijah started walking, blending himself in the crowd of poor industrial workers as best he could. Finding an alley he lost himself in it, entering one of the many restaurants the back way.

"I am Elijah. You are Lecchamemnon, former Grand Master of the Jedi Order. Your eyes twinkle an older age than your skin suggests. You do not fool me, for as do mine. And that is why I seek you. Fear not, I am no assassin. Rather an ally, in a time when you could use one."

 

[Denzein]

Casting his mind out, Lecchamemnon searched for the man that spoke to him. He was heading for one of the more full venues on the square, and Lecchamemnon made for the same establishment - though he simply walked through the front door and took a seat. His presence went completely unnoticed; the simple folk all around simply ignored his existence with as much tenacity as they had done while he was in the square. He envied their ignorance of the world around them, the worst evil they knew lurked just over the horizon in the form of The Grounded City. Men like himself were privy to the true horrors of the universe... And they were not for ears of ordinary, worthless people.

He waited for his acquaintance to sit, if he chose to do so. It was entirely possible for them to conduct their business in the realm of the mind, but Lecchamemnon would prefer to meet him face to face. He never trusted anyone, and to see into a man's eyes was to see into his soul - motives, personality, morals - the eyes betrayed almost as much of a person's true self as a detailed scouring of their brain with the force.

Lecchamemnon's eyes were weary. They had been for so very long.

"There are many assassins that claim allegiance before stabbing one in the heart, I do not take your word as ample proof of my safety. Come, sit... Let me judge you myself, and listen to your proposals I assume you've brought in person. These folk will not hear us, I have made sure of that."

 

[Django]

Making his way through the restaurant, Elijah couldn't shake the feeling of being played like a fool. He had underestimated Lecchamemnon, and now the former Grandmaster sat at a table patiently waiting for Elijah to join him. The former Knight was, in all likelihood, centuries older than the former Grandmaster. Elijah should have been smarter, and he knew it. Even still, he held his head up as he worked his way to the table Lecchamemnon had sat at.

Sitting in front of Lecchamemnon now, Elijah stared into his eyes, inviting the former Grandmaster to do the same. "If I'm being honest," Elijah began. "I've never meet a Grandmaster, former or current." He let out a slight smile. "I believe we're after the same thing. The eradication of the Sith. The extremes that they demonstrate are...disturbing. My proposal: we work together. We help the people that we can along the way, for that is what a Jedi would do, and take on the Sith in the shadows."