The Anarchy of Memory

[Elijah Francioux]

.::. Elizabeth's Fine Eats - Garang City .::.
[member="Anara Valnor"]​

'The manhunt is still on for the individual who attacked a group of Senatorial Guards this morning at a storage facility. The same individual is wanted for the chaos that engulfed a neighboring suburbs. The city wide lockdown is still in effect for Garang until the fugitive known as Elijah Francioux is caught. He is stated as being armed and incredibly dangerous. If you find him immediately seek cover and call authorities.'

The holotelevision suddenly turned off the moment Elijahs face was shown on the screen.

Francioux eyed the man who quietly sat the remote down on the restaurants table. For days Elijah had been avoiding authorities. Eating whatever he could find to sustain his energy while grabbing whatever few minutes of sleep; it all still resulted in a sleep deprived and malnourished individual.

"Now this is interesting. You are the most wanted man on Dantooine right now. It makes our arrangement just a little but more complicated." The man said.

"We have an arrangement, Silvak." Elijah replied.

"Aye," Silvak said. "We do. Tell me how did you escape that house in the suburbs? The Police had it surrounded."

Silvak Ants was a spice trader; one who was himself a wanted man. He had a death sentence on a couple of planets yet he seemed to thrive on Dantooine. Tall and handome, his looks could not compare with his intellect. Silvak was brilliant when it came to analytics, especially if profits were involved. Was the risk involved in a job worth the pay being given? Silvak was always thinking. That was what worried Elijah.

The man reminded Francioux too much of himself.

"How I escaped is none of your concern." Eliijah replied.

Silvak nodded, "You are most definitely right. Its not. But when reports that a psychpath escaped a police lockdown by killing four officers, it makes me nervous accepting a job."

"I didn't kill them." Elijah replied.

"Really? Then who did?"

"I don't know." Honestly Elijah didn't. His memory was going in and out on him. Even with this very conversation.

Silvak shook his head, "Pity."

Elijah tensed up, "Whys that?"

"See when you showed up yesterday and asked to be smuggled off the planet I did some digging around. Seems you have some interesting people looking for you. A military unit based out of a cryocomplex off world has put out a hefty sum for you; alive of course." Silvak explained. "They are paying a lot more than what you promised. Being somewhat of a money man with risk and reward I would have to say the reward from them far out weighs the risk."

Before Silvaks gang could surround Elijah the blaring sound of Police speeders tore through the air. A look out rushed inside the restaurant with panic on his face.

"The cops!"

Silvak shot from his chair and pointed a pistol directly at Elijah, "Were you followed?"

Elijah shook his head.

Silvak sneered, "Liar! Only a fool gets followed."

Elijah was too tired. He could not run anymore. The Police, the Recovery Team, and now Silvak. This had been his last resort and even that backfired. All Elijah wanted was to meet back up with G.A.P.A. yet he learned they never existed. In the prior days on the run the man had grown to a point of accepting the inevitable; he could not outrun the oncoming tidal wave of poodoo. Elijah was screwed.

His mind had failed him.

Looking at his shaking hands he now realized his body did too.

 

[Anara Valnor]

The cops roared past her in a wave of dust that set the petite woman to coughing, a scowl upon her lips. The frell were they going in such a hurry? Turning she looked back the way she had just come to an old apothecary shop she had assumed was shut down given its appearance. However, given the polices sudden interest in the little place she now had to rethink her assumption. Interesting.

For a moment she simply watched the place being surrounded by the local authorities, but when nothing else happened she turned to continue back toward the spaceport; it was time for her to move on. Shrugging she turned and started down the sidewalk once more, but she didn't make it very far. It was like someone had punched her in the back of the head. Anara stumbled and nearly dropped to one knee, her eyes turning into solid pools of obsidian for just a moment. Something wasn't right; she couldn't leave yet.

Frowning she righted herself and turned, looking back down toward the apothecary store. Molten orbs narrowed in thought as she listened intently to the Force, its Song rising around her in a cacophony that urged her to go back. There was something in that store she was meant to retrieve. Nodding curtly, as though the Force could see the physical act, she moved down the street once more. Her steps were slow at first, but quickly they gained speed and before she drew to close she jumped. Anara bounded off of a street lamp and upward onto the roof of a building. Her pace never slowed as she ran toward the run down shop, a silver and onyx cylinder appearing in her hand as she leapt toward the apothecary roof.

With a snap-hiss a pink blade sprang to life and it hummed through the air, slicing into the building's roof with ease. Anara dropped to the floor inside with a rain of debris, her eyes aglow as she took in the scene around her.

[member="Elijah Francioux"]

 

[Elijah Francioux]

Things got sureal. Before Silvak could pull the trigger on the pistol a strange noise had filled the air. Everyone, Elijah included, glanced around while trying to place it. It was not until Elijah looked up at a nearly completed circle being cut into the ceiling that he realized what it was. From the ceiling a woman fell. Her pink lightsaber remained ignited as she took a look at the situation around them. Elijah had thought things could not have gotten worse. He was wrong.

"A damn Jedi!" Someone else shouted.

Silvak tried to use this to his advantage. The sly businessman was already forumlating an out for he and his men, "Hey there toots. We were just apprehending this wanted fugitive for the Authorities. We were holding him here until the Police came. I did not know there was a Jedi on the planet. Since you are here, he's yours."

"Liar." Elijah mummbled.

"I wouldn't be talking. Paramilitary unit, Dantooine Police, My men and I, and now this Jedi. Boy you sure make a lot of enemy's fast don't you?" Silvak replied.

Elijah let out a half hearted grin, "I guess so."

Turning back to the woman Silvak assumed was a Jedi, "He's wanted for the assault on thos men at the storage facility and the Police in the Suburbs. He also assaulted my men here yesterday looking for passage of the planet. Being the good samartian I am, I set up a trap to snare him."

Silvak lied. Elijah did not fight anyone yesterday. How could he? Just looking at the man it was apparent to anyone Elijah was not in a mental or physical state to do anything really. Francioux though did his best to keep the lightsaber weilding woman in at least his peripheral. His eyes darted continually around, like a rabbit trying to keep watch on nearby coyotes, Elijah ensured the Police had yet to come near the entrance, that Silvaks men were not preparing to shoot him, and that the woman was not inclosing in on him.

"In case anyone wants to hear my side of everything?" Elijah question.

"Shut up!" Silvak landed a clean unopposed shot with the butt of the pistol across the bridge of Elijahs nose. Though it would swell from the brusing, Francioux could tell instantly it had not been broken.

"Listen here memory boy. I understand your head might be playing games. You may think Government agency's exist that actually don't. But hold your sanity together long enough for me to get out of the mess. If you don't I will not hesitate to pull this damn trigger." Silvak growled.

Silvak then turned his attentions back to the woman. "Before we finish here, care to join me in a celebratory drink? Afterall we did catch a wanted fugitive!"

There had to be no way this woman was buying all this crap...

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...right?​

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[member="Anara Valnor"]​

 

[Anara Valnor]

Toots?​

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A smirk tugged at her lips as she eyed the man, judging him a greasy waste of oxygen long before he finished talking. He believed himself to be gifted with a silver tongue, but to her it was weighed down with grime and foul to hear. Molten orbs turned to the man he was presenting to her and when she met the man's gaze it was like everything stopped. He was the reason she had been called back.

She tilted her head to the side a bit in thought, eyes distant as she listened to the Song of the Force and his own Song. There was potential within him, potential that could easily terrify the right individual. Was she meant to guide him? The responsibility of being a Master was one she had never thought about, but if the Force willed it then who was she to question that power?

Looking away from the bedraggled man she cast her gaze about the room once more, taking stock of each man and how armed he was. The situation was nothing she couldn't handle so long as the authorities held back. Smirking she deactivated her lightsaber and clipped it to her side, nodding to the man.

"A toast...to a bright and glorious future."

The man seemed pleased if not a little confused by her toast. He poured them both a drink, handing her's to her with a grin that clearly said he thought that he could bed her. Anara nearly snorted. Taking the drink she moved to drink it, or so it seemed, instead she tossed it over her shoulder and instead began to sing. Power thrummed around her as she drew upon the Force, her hair dancing out behind her. Amber orbs glowed bright before they began to fade to obsidian pools.

"I’m so glad that you’re here
I’m so glad you crawl this low
It’s so sweet how you care
I’ll bet you’re ready for your show
No"​

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She approached the ring leader and grabbed him by the throat, screaming into his face. His men fell to their knees, trembling, as they stared at her in wonder and terror.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up​

Shut up, shut up, shut up​

Shut up, shut up, shut up​

You’re gonna listen to what I say this time​

Shut up, shut up, shut up​

Shut up, shut up, shut up​

Shut up, shut up, shut up​

Shut your fraking mouth, this life is mine!"​

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She released the man with a shove, causing him to stumble backward and fall to his arse. Grinning Anara approached him as he scrambled backward, but within seconds he was back on his feet and heading for the door. His men followed behind him and as her song drew to a close, the cacophony of instruments dying down, blaster fire could be heard as the thugs were gunned down.

She released her hold upon the Force and her eyes returned to normal as she turned back to the man, a soft smile upon her lips. She held her hand out to him, looking the picture of innocence. "Come on, we're leaving."

[member="Elijah Francioux"]