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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."
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."