Temple Gate

[Tanis]

Swaddled in his dark brown robes as if he were a member of the Order, Marik strode over the last few hundred feet towards the front fate of the Jedi Temple. No doubt his presence had been felt by some of the members inside. They would be curious as to the reasons for his visit, and sometimes, Marik didn't even know the reasons for his visit, but this is something he had wanted to do, ever since Master Karl Zars, his mentor, had died on Kashyyyk. His lightsaber, elegant in design and use, was dangling from the belt of the Gray Jedi, alongside his own.

He was nearing now. This was only his second visit to the capital world of the Republic, but it's planet wide urbanization reminded him much of Bothawui, he adopted home planet. In sound and scent, mind you, given the physical blindness of the Miraluka. His nose tingled with the smell of old engines and his ears could already hear the distinct singing of lightsaber on lightsaber combat echoing from within the Temple. His mind raced with the sensation of so many Force-users within.

His leather boots clip-clopped against the stairs as he climbed them, and he could almost feel the eyes of others upon him. He awaited by the Temple Gate, confident that the feeling of a Miraluka would draw out someone of substance soon enough, assured that he would not go overlooked. He had a personal mission to accomplish here, but if Zars had taught him one thing before he died, it was a small measure of patience. He adjusted his headband to fully cover the vestigial eye sockets on his head, cleared his throat once, and stood with head down and arms crossed in front of him.

[Jace]

Jedi Master Jace Beleren was taking his usual stroll around the Temple grounds, something he made part of his daily routine. Sitting in the Council Chamber all day could be quite enlightening but also restricting. For a former shadow like himself, who was used to constant motion and changing surroundings. He was passing the main gate, when he recognized an unfamiliar presence. It wasn't any random person though, it was definitely. He walked to the Gate and noticed a man in dark brown robes, but not Jedi robes.

"I sense you are not here for the scenery, is there something I can help you with?"

Jace kept his tone light and calm, it wasn't in his nature to make any judgments just yet.

[Tanis]

Marik heeps his head down, but nods it once, quickly.

"My name is Marik Karr, and I am here to bring word of the death of my master, and to return some of his effects to the Temple Archives, if they will have them."

Marik then lowered the cowl on his robe, revealing his covered, pale face and angular features. He had been waiting barely ten minutes before someone had come. Just as he had suspected. He held his hands up and out as a symbol of not holding any weapons, though his lightsaber dangled from his belt, revealed from underneath his robe by the hand motion. He then offered a deep bow. It seems that, as he had hoped, he was being greeted with indifference rather than hostility. Marik smirked a bit at the corner of his mouth.

"It is a pleasure, Master...?"

[Jace]

Jace carefully studied Marik, he was unsure what to make of him, but he sensed no immediate danger. He could tell Marik was being cautious and making it known that he didn't have any hostile intentions.

"Beleren, Jace Beleren. Please, you can deliver them yourself, allow me to guide you to the archives."

He turned and motioned for Marik to follow him, and continued to walk toward the Jedi Temple.

[Tanis]

Marik turned and followed, holding his head up as he followed Master Beleren into the Temple. He could feel the Force in this location greater than any other place...well, any other but one. He walked close enough to the Master to signify he was with him, but not so close as to make either uncomfortable...some sentients did not enjoy the presence of a Miraluka.

"You are a credit to the Order, Master Beleren. Few would be so willing to trust me, and more than once I've had to fight of accusations of following the Dark Side."

[Jace]

As Jace continued to walk up the stairs into the Temple, he turned his head backward to respond.

"You do me much honor, but please I have always made it a point to honor our fallen comrades. I can tell that you do disagree with Code, but I also sense a good deal of confusion in you. Just because you have some problems with the Code, does not mean you are of the Dark Side. If you ever need counsel or just to talk, you are free to seek me out and find me."

He paused as they reached the Jedi Archives.

"Ahh here we are, please go ahead"

He motioned with his hand for Marik to go forward into the archives.

[Tanis]

Marik turns and faces Master Belerin, bowing a bit. His robes fell about him as he bends from the waste about twenty degrees before standing up again. He smirked a little bit.

"We'll see. Something tells me that the Temple is not my place. I do not feel it is safe here for me, but I appreciate the offer. The counsel I seek comes not as words from the mouth, but as feelings from the Living Force. I sense that we will meet each other again, my friend, though under more serious circumstances and in a much more stressful time. Perhaps then I shall be able to repay you then. Until that time, the Force will be with both of us. Good day, Master Beleren."

Marik turned, and walked into the archive.

[Jace]

He bowed his head slightly and with a slight smile on his face.

"I also sense that we shall meet again, until then, May the Force be with you"

He slowly turned away and made his way in the general direction of the Council Chamber.