The Informant's Gambit: The Invitation

The Informant's Gambit: The Invitation
Date of Scene:	15 December 2023
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Synopsis:	Shiren meets a morally gray Sorceror of Tund after being invited to be a part of the Convocation.
Cast of Characters:	159, Shiren, Varric Sov

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Welona, 3rd Centaxday, 300BBY

Athena (159) has posed:
The Temple of the Kyber.

This monumental religious structure towers high above Jedha, and the protective wall that surrounds it, as if to cast a watchful eye over the Holy City and all that happens within it. Today, it looks particularly festive, as this morning marks the second day of the Festival of Balance, a week long event which celebrates all the different religious groups present in the Holy City. The front of the temple has been strung with lights, and a colorful, heterogeneous mix of flimsi symbols important to varying religions.

Many, including the Jedi, would gather in Jedha for this occasion. Not only to celebrate, but also to learn about other cults and sects that are not their own.

And yet, for one particular Miralukan, the timing is perhaps serendipitous. The Convocation had sent him a text transmission, summoning him to Jedha, requesting to discuss a special invitation they wanted to extend to him in person...

Shiren has posed:
It isn't particularly often that this Miralukan gets called out in person. Certainly, there are those who have the frequency of his personal comlink, but his subspace comms are not as easy to get a hold of - what with them basically being the one on Lynx's vessel.

Still, when those of Jedha calls for him, it would be rather rude to ignore them. And as such, the older gentleman has made his presence by known within the Holy City. While he takes his time to head over from the Starport to the Temple itself, he supposes that in this day and age, patience truly is a virtue when calling someone from across the stars.

Once upon the temple, he looks up. The lights, the colorful mass of it all, it seems to be beyond him. The cloth wrapped around his head seeming like those that might be worn by a blind man. Yet, he walks with remarkable ease. His head tilts left and right for a bit, trying to get a better 'sense' of this place, before he tilts his head back down and moves forwards to figure out just who could have summoned him to this place.

Varric Sov has posed:
The Temple of Kyber. Jedha has always been a monumental site to the Jedi Order. The Festival of Balance is something that Jedi Knight Varric Sov has always enjoyed, finding it a place of unity. So many people all coming together in harmony. So many ways of life and so many different cults and orders of the Force all convening on one sacred ground, foreswearing all former oaths of opposition to celebrate the same thing.

The beauty that is the Force.

Clad in traditional Jedi robes, the browns and beiges of his attire identify Varric as he stands there among one of the taller places in the Holy Land, looking out over the Holy City. Slowly, he descends to lower ground as if via osmosis. He's careful in his steps, careful not to agitate or bump or infuriate those of other orders who havea made the pilgrammage here for the festival. Albeit, a Jedi is never without defense. The lightsaber hanging from his belt. The hilt, meticulously crafted, dangles from his belt, though his eyes of piercing blue make careful notice of his surroundings.

Strangely, he is without his padawan.

Whether as a punishment, because he is aware she is uninterested, or because she has other tasks is unknown. More than likely, for any who know of the Knight, it is the latter. As he walks, he finds himself coming into contact with Shiren, taking notice of the Miralukan with a soft look in his eyes. The temple is where the paths converge.

"Hello my friend-" Varric starts, shining a smile at Shiren regardless of the divide between their orders. "Are you enjoying the Festival?" He questions him softly. He can't help but notice the Force moves around this man in waves.

As if the Force itself guides him in such a way that Varric cannot relate.

Athena (159) has posed:
As the two converge upon the Temple of the Kyber, two members of the Convocation descend the lofty religious structure's steps to greet both the Miralukan and the tall Jedi.

A Kel Dor Jedi, who serves on the Convocation, by the name of Trassa Volk -- and a young Lonto woman, whom neither of them will recognize.

"Ah, greetings," The Kel Dor says, nodding to both Shiren and Varric. "Glad to see that you made it to Jedha safely, Master Shiren." He bows politely, then turns to Varric.

"Varric," he chuckles, firmly shaking the other's hand. "No Imoen, hmm? Well give her my regards. It's nice to see you've come for the Festival." Varric will be no stranger to Trassa, though he mainly operates on Jedha serving on the Convocation, he does routinely visit the Temple on Coruscant and proved a formidable sparring partner for the young Knight.

"This is my associate, Akiren Fosa. She is the event coordinator for the Temple of the Kyber, and every once in a while, assists me with administrative work." He gestures at the young female alien, who smiles bashfully and bows politely to Shiren. She won't look at Varric, though, instead, she just nods ever so slightly and blushes.

Trassa doesn't comment on the interaction, though. "Come inside, both of you. Shiren... we have lots to discuss, and Varric I would certainly welcome your opinion on the matter as well." And with that, he starts up the steps, beckoning for them to follow.

Shiren has posed:
As Varric begins to approach, there's a slight sideways movement of the Miralukan's head. It's not that he needs to turn to hear him better, but rather to get a different angle of 'view' on the one who approaches him. Notably, it's a tilt to the left, so he can better balance himself with his right arm. After all, where his left arm should be, is just a bunched up piece of cloth.

Much like Varric, this particular person isn't unarmed. However, unlike the ready-at-all-times lightsaber, his weapon is practically peacebound. A cloth is wrapped around the sharp head of the Wan-Shen that lays hook to his back underneath his simplistic black garb.

"Hmmm - Greetings, Master Jedi." Shiren takes an attempt. There's just a touch of uncertainty in his voice that suggests he may not know the best way to refer to a Jedi by title, but he's often heard the term 'Master' being used when it's unknown what rank a Jedi is at. Part of that thought comes from...

"You travel alone." A subtle tone of surprise from the Miralukan, before engaging into a more pressing topic. "I fear I only just arrived here, so I have not yet availed myself to the Festival itself." He proceeds to admit to the man.

That's when they are approached by others.

There is a soft bow of the Miralukan's head towards the Kel Dorian; "Master Volk." He answers. His head then turns towards the Lonto. Taking note of the introduction. Akiren Fosa. Memorizing that name.

"Please. Lead the way." Shiren then moves his right hand to motion forth, and will of course follow as needed.

Varric Sov has posed:
"Greetings, Master...?" Varric isn't sure what hte other man's name is. He tries to look at the fellow, as if trying to place him from some kind of distant memory. He takes notice of the man's missing arm and therefore, does not try and offer a handshake. "I do." He remarks to Shiren with a kindness in his eyes. "Yet, My padawan is elsewhere, but never far as is the Jedi way." Varric takes note of the wrapped Wan-Shen that rests on Shiren's back, as if to take note that the weapon is there.

"I feel as though I am unfamiliar with your background. May I ask what order you represent?" He questions the fellow, as if in an attempt to get to understand the man better. But alas, before Varric can attempt to understand Shiren further, they are welcomed by Master Volk and Akiren Fosa. His face brightens considerably as he rests his eyes on his fellow Jedi. "Trassa." He chuckles, approaching the Master and bowing softly, reaching to shake his hand.

"A pleasure to see you again. Imoen is off on a task I have set for her, but worry not, she will be present for the Festival before it's conclusion." He chuckles softly. "You will have to spar with me at some point before I must away, I would dare to see how your skills had improved." He smiles faintly, before he turns his attention to Akiren.

"A pleasure to meet you, Akiren. Your work here is an honor to us all." He doesn't seem to notice the blush, or if he does, he is respectful enough to not provide a comment. "So long as I do not interrupt your plans, I would be glad to attend." He turns to look upon Shiren a moment. "Shiren? A lovely name, my friend."

Athena (159) has posed:
"Ah, well, that's certainly good to hear," Master Volk replies. "Hm, she would certainly enjoy the many relics brought to Jedha for the Festival and put on display here at the Temple of the Kyber..."

Akiren seems at a loss for words at first. "... ah, thank you, Master Sov..." she replies, seeming flattered. Once they're inside the Temple, Trassa leads them to a small conference room, and bids them to sit.

He then summons a small waitressing droid to fetch them tea, or any other refreshments either Varric or Shiren might request. While they're waiting, the Kel Dor Jedi sits, smoothing out his robes.

"You may be surprised to hear this," he says to the Miralukan, "but the Convocation has decided to formally extend an invitation for you to join," he says. "The last member of the Matukai who was part of the Convocation stepped down several months ago. Since then we have been doing our best to search for a proper replacement for him, as currently, there are no Matukai serving on the Convocation."

Shiren has posed:
"Hmm. Never far." He nods his head. He's traveled with Jedi in the past, and it's true, a Master's Padawan is never far away. It wasn't much different from that when he traveled wit his own master.

"I am of the Matukai." He then reveals, though he does not go into any depth on this matter. Though Shiren does speak, it's often in small sentences. Slow-spoken, but to the point for the most part.

"And yes, I am Shiren." Short, and to the point; not unfriendly in nature.

When they are moved into the conference room, Shiren lifts his hand and considers the situation for a moment, before using the force to move his seat out, and stabilizing himself with his right hand to sit. Were one observant, it may be noted that the shoulder on his left moved subtly during that time. As if he had been using his left hand to move the seat out. Though were Varric familiar with the Matukai, he might notice it is rather odd for Matukai to use the more telekinetic side of the Force.

At the offer of tea, Shiren cannot reject. Tea is a sign of culture. So once given it, he will slowly sip on it. Head tilted down. Properly enjoying the drink, rather than drinking it for the sake of drinking it.

And then a 'bomb' is dropped, in terms of sudden invitation.

He slowly puts the teacup back down on its little saucer, and leans back. His brow creasing a bit. "And what would be the expected responsibilities of such a person?" He asks of the man before him. Notably, he's not exactly jumping at the bit on that one. But they will hear Master Volk out.

Varric Sov has posed:
"Agreed. Not to mention, Jedha has a few caves where Kyber crystals may be found. I am hoping that one will choose her." Though Varric strangely doesn't explain why he would need to take his Padawan into the caves at all. "But she has a love of the arts and of the old relics, I am hoping this will help satisfy her craving of adventure." He hums softly. "Little steps, I suppose." He turns to Akiren, smiling faintly at her thanks.

As he follows along, he turns to look at Shiren. "A pleasure, Shiren." He restates, a kindness in his eyes. "Of the Matukai? Fascinating. I know of your order, but I fear I'm not nearly so knowledgeable as I might wish to be. Perhaps we could discuss it over tea?" A future invitation for conversation, if the Matukai Miralukan warrior would so desire. One thing that Varric /does/ know about the Matukai is that the Matukai tend to have a negligible connection to the Force by way of using skills like telekinesis. To his knowledge, they were masters at strengthening their bodies, purging poisons, etcetera. Shiren's actions of using the Force to move his chair is enough to make Varric tilt his head, but he has enough respect for a peer that he doesn't challenge him on such a thing or question it.

At least right now.

"Oh, thank you." Regarding tea. Varric often drinks tea as a way to relax. Yet, as they converse, Varric seems to be silent. His eyebrows do slightly raise when Shiren is invited to join the Convocation as the Matukai representative. "A high honor."

Though as Shiren questions the nature of the role, Varric falls once more to silence.

Athena (159) has posed:
The two of them may be slightly surprised when the droid returns with four cups, a teapot full of hot water, and a small pot of dirt. Then, once they're all seated, Akiren lifts two fingers slowly, and a bright green vine with aromatic leaves will sprout from the pot of dirt.

Master Volk begins pouring hot water into each cup, while Akiren uses her connection with the Force to pluck a handful of leaves from the newly sprouted vine and levitate a few into each cup.

"Well, for one, you would assist in hosting events like these," he says, "mediating between varying religious groups when needed, and occasionally getting involved in the politics of Jedha but not overtly. I have heard, that you much enjoy traveling, and that isn't an issue - if you cannot be physically present for some of our meetings, you may join via a holo-call, as long as signal permits."

"You may be wondering why we've invited -you- in particular to join the Convocation. We were searching for someone from the Matukai who is... less conservative, as presently, there are ... some members of the Convocation who don't feel quite so disinclined towards the study of the dark side. Needless to say, it's been causing a bit of disunity in the Convocation, and because of recent events, we feel it is of urgent importance that we choose someone who would help settle... the waves."

He glances to Varric. "Word of such news may not settle well with you, Varric, but ... I firmly believe that unity is more important than virtue, in times like these..."

Shiren has posed:
"If there is Tea, I can make time." The Miralukan answers Varric with a warm expression. A smile that seems to reach the area of his blindfold. Though this is largely through the various creases on his sandworn and aged skin.

He then sits back to enjoy the 'show' of how the tea is made. Notably, the use of Plant Surge - though he is not actually familiar with this use of the Force. Instead, he takes it in and considers it. Growing a life this quickly, only to pluck its leaves.

He doesn't interrupt until Volk is fully done speaking, after which he begins to touch base on items one-by-one.

"I am no Consular, Master Jedi." Shiren points out. "My voice may be old, but it is not trained to reach the ears of those who need to listen." The man professes to Volk. "And I would do my people a disservice if I did not say that I am worried when you speak of intent to 'study' the Dark Side." He has sat himself a bit more upright.

Shiren lifts his hand and rubs along his facial hair, considering what is being asked of him here. Indeed, he far prefers to travel. "Handling Jedha politics when I am not resident, or experiencing, the life of Jedha seems... foolhardy and out of the question: so I will not speak to that. But if you are merely wishing for someone to 'settle the waters', I can seek to assist to the best of my abilities - but I wish for you to first expound upon the matter of this 'study' of the Dark Side." There is a long pause there, before he adds;

"And be aware. My travels take me far from here. And if you know anything of the dangers of the Outer Rim, you know very well I cannot guarantee a 'timely' response."

Varric Sov has posed:
"Thank you." Varric tells the waiter droid. Strange, to thank a waiter droid, but Varric believes that even those of artificial intelligence, regardless of how advanced, should still be appreciated. Varric then turns his eyes towards Master Volk. The duties seem simple in it's straightforwardness. Hosting events lik these, parlaying and mediating between the various religious groups and getting involved in Jedhan politics. Varric doesn't comment on these. Though as he hears that Shiren is evidently not nearly as conservative as his Matukai fellows, Varric raises a brow. Though Varric is certainly disinclined to follow the Dark Side, he's aware other orders follow different paths.

Even if he doesn't like it.

"No, it doesn't. I will not lie to you. Unity is more important and so long as they are not being corrupted by the Dark Side, then their order remains balanced." Varric turns his attention to Shiren. "I believe you downplay yourself, Shiren." He seems more than happy to have tea though! He doesn't look the man in the eyes, since there's a blindfold, but he does look where eyes would/should be. "All voices, including those of us who would be considered most-learned, must be heeded and desired to be heard. I believe you would do your people a great service by representing them. It's a high honor."

The rest seems answerable by Master Volk, so Varric falls quiet.

Athena (159) has posed:
"Noted," Master Volk replies, "but the Convocation deliberated long and searched hard for someone who might be a good fit, and if you accept we will be more than happy to have you, and to listen to you."

The Kel Dor sighs, and shakes his head. "There is no plan to study the dark side," he says. "And," he adds, glancing over at Varric, "We are far from that, so for the time being, that isn't a concern. There are still many who would aggressively disagree with any matter regarding the dark side." He sighs. "I was simply trying to frame a situation a bit more positively. When I say some, there is really only one, and he has swayed several to his side. He is new, but well networked, a Sorcerer of Tund, but his parents are close with the governor of Jedha. The people like him. He is charismatic, progressive, and makes the study of and association with the dark side on occasion seem innocuous. Yes, he is rather liberal for my tastes, but likely here to stay on the Convocation unless we can find him flagrantly abusing his power or blatantly indulging in the dark side. The last member of the Matukai disliked him so much he stepped down. And it isn't proper for the Convocation to function without any members of the Matukai, hence we have invited you to replace him."

He nods. "I understand, Master Shiren. If you cannot respond in a timely manner sometimes - we will take that into account."

"But I would urge you to strongly consider joining. At a time such as this, the Convocation needs more of those who will see things without a bias and approach matters in an open handed manner, especially when it comes to such things that require sowing unity, not discord. With rumors of masked marauders entering the Temple of the Kyber without permission, now, much more than previously, the Convocation needs cohesiveness and someone who can voice the Matukai."

"At the very least, come sit in on one of our sessions. We will meet at the top of the hour -- which is in about twenty minutes. You may meet the other Convocation members, see what it is the Convocation is about, and then decide."

Shiren has posed:
As Master Volk speaks of the deliberation, it doesn't seem to affect Shiren. Varric, who seems to be watching his face, would be able to tell well enough that either Shiren has a good poker face.

He does raise a hand as Varric speaks of high honor and representation doing his people a great service. "Master Varric. Please. You do not know me. Your words are kind, but the gesture is empty in nature." He then turns back to Volk.

"You speak of an Apostate of the Tund." The Matukai then remarks, evidently aware of their order. "That can be... rather concerning." He's not aware of the misunderstanding that has come up for Varric in regards to Shiren's less militant stance on the dark side.

"People who are charismatic are notably concerning when it comes to the Dark Side. It is a rather slippery slope." He notes, touching his facial hair once more. Furrowing his brow heavily at all of this.

"Do not think it short-sighted of my people to depart for such a reason. They have good reason to fear what may come. But what's more, if you are observing the matter up close, who is watching from afar?" Shiren bids. "A message of Union is wonderful. But if you Unite with the Dark Side and let it into your ranks, it may very well fester."

He then tilts his head again, 'looking' to the three seated near him. The offer is clearly one made of hope and desire to do good.

"I will observe the Convocation, and then make my decision."

Varric Sov has posed:
Varric nods softly to Volk. "Good." and for a long time, Varric says little else. Though he finds himself stunned briefly when he hears of a Sorcerer of Tund. "So then...there is a darkness in Jedha." Varric frowns deeply. His hand lifting to stroke softly at a bearded chin. Varric looks at Shiren then, before looking back at Volk.

"I've heard some of these rumors...I had hoped they remained only rumors. I offer my help in this, to stand guard in the temple should the raiders strike again." He turns his eyes then to look upon Shiren. "Deeply concerning." He nods softly. Though as Shiren attempts to silence Varric by argument of lacking in knowledge, Varric looks upon him. "Very well." And he doesn't offer argument. He agrees to observe, and that is all that they can ask, one supposes. Though Varric certainly has no real horse in this race, he believes in the preservation of light.

That is enough for him to be satisfied.

Athena (159) has posed:
Master Volk sighs, glancing to Shiren first, and then Varric, sounding tired. "He is not an apostate. Less conservative, and rather grey when it comes to application of the Force, yes, but an apostate, no," he says.

"The other Sorcerors have discussed it among themselves. He has never been seen using the dark side. Studying it, yes. But it is yet to be revealed whether he has ever actually used it, or harmed anyone out of ill intent."

"If he were an apostate, it would be quite black and white. We would remove him from the Convocation. But because he has done nothing we can accuse him of and is well liked, it isn't quite so easy."

The Kel Dor seems relieved when Shiren at least agrees to observe the Convocation. He stands, handing the teapot and cups to the waitressing droid. "Come then. We can start making our way over to the Convocation meeting chamber now, then."

As they make their way towards the meeting chambers, Master Volk once again picks up the topic of the marauders. "Well, it's funny you should say that, because they didn't really -strike-, per se, or so the rumors say. Apparently, they somehow made their way in when the several Force adepts were helping unload a cargo vessel full of relics into the Temple, but they didn't... do anything. They were injured, apparently, sent to the infirmary for a little bit, and then just... left. Very curious. And then, just yesterday, a most curious murder case cropped up. A Devaronian male, a pawn shop owner, supposedly impaled by the staff of a member of the Shining Brotherhood. Peaceable lot, and the rod itself is very dull. The weapon in question belonged to a young Sephi girl named Navi. Seems impossible..."

Shiren has posed:
At the revelation that this man may very well not be an Apostate, but instead someone simply 'studying' the dark side to perhaps understand it, Shiren makes for a deep nod of his head. Certainly, that puts a different spin on it.

He then rises up, and proceeds to follow along. Listening to talk about marauders entering the temple and being halted by other Force Adepts. Only to hear of a staff being used for murder moments later.

There's a thoughtful hum from Shiren, but he doesn't make suggestions on what this might mean. He lacks the barest of information after all. Instead, he will follow, and listen.

Varric Sov has posed:
Varric begins to walk along with Master Volk and Shiren, his hands resting at his sides as they all walk together, conversing about the situation. Varric's attention seems to be split between the two, though he listens closely to Master Volk as he speaks. "I see. Though it's a dangerous line to tread. Studying the dark side may very well become *using* the dark side. It's a dangerous thing." Varric continues to walk, though he seems to raise a brow at Volk as the trio approach the gathering place of the Convocation meeting.

"They didn't do anything?"

He seems to partially turn to face Volk. But what surprises him is the news of a Sephi woman's weapon being used in a murder. "Strange...I believe my Padawan is friends with this Navi." Varric shakes his head softly, a slow sigh leaving his lips. "Strange indeed. Something to look into to be certain. I get the feeling that nothing is as it seems."

Athena (159) has posed:
"Many would agree with you, Varric," he says, "And I myself don't completely disagree with you, either. Yet, he is here to stay, and we must make the most of the situation and hope for the best. Perhaps he will abandon his fascination with the dark side eventually."

Master Volk shakes his head. "No, they didn't. Didn't take anything... didn't break anything, either. Or so Gethun, the keeper of the vault and other sacred relics, says."

The Kel Dor shrugs. "We shall see. The autopsy has not yet been released, but I'm certain it will shed light on this strange situation."

When they near the Convocation Chambers, they'll find themselves falling into stride with three other Sorcerers of Tund, two human females, and a male Arkanian.

Shiren won't really need to the Force to discern which one is the one they'd been discussing previously -- he's tall, imposing, and exudes excessive pride and overconfidence. He immediately takes notice of the Miralukan. "The newest recruit, I see," he says, "well, I hope we don't scare you off, like the last fellow."

Shiren has posed:
Gethun. The keeper of the vault and other sacred relics. There's no doubt something to be said about centralizing so many things of such a nature. As a nomad, it is a bit more difficult for him to truly connect with that line of thinking. But he once lived within the Core Worlds. He knows his mother and even his father father prefered the stability of remaining in one place eventually.

He doesn't touch on the autopsy, leaving that matter for the Jedi. He instead focuses on the now. The Sorcerers of Tund. Of course, it had to be an Arkanian.

The Miralukan doesn't turn to face the man as he speaks with that pride and confidence. "Those who speak too much, reveal their own ignorance." Shiren answers the Arkanian. "But do not confuse Experience and Tradition for Fear." And then quiets once again, as he walks along to the Convocation Chambers.

Athena (159) has posed:
The Arkanian laughs. "Well said," he says, "you seem conservative, but Volk and the others seem to think otherwise....?" He arches a brow at the Miralukan expectantly, and Shiren will be able to tell that he's expecting him to introduce himself.

The Matukai might be able to tell why he's so well liked. He speaks with an easy charm, one that perhaps hides immense self-centeredness.

They make their way into the chamber, and the Arkanian man has zero qualms about taking a seat right next to Shiren...

Shiren has posed:
"Hrrrm." Shiren remarks at first, when the Arkanian raises his brow at him. He can't follow the exact facial motions, but he can sense him well enough in other ways. "Shiren." He simply answers. Though he notes that the Arkanian did not first introduce himself.

Once within, he sits within the chamber, and takes a moment to draw his Wan-Shen from his back, and places it to his left side of him. Out of easy grasp, especially for someone who is perceived as being right-handed. Still with the cloth around the actual blade.

He will listen, and try his best not to take the arrogance excuding from the man to his right get to him. An Arkanian can't help be arrogant, any more than a wookie could stop being fuzzy.

Athena (159) has posed:
"A pleasure to meet you," the Arkanian man says, "my name is Akashaya Tomi, and I am a Sorcerer of Tund. Haven't been a member of the Convocation for very long, but one could say that most know me, already." He goes to shake Shiren's hand. Perhaps the gesture is intentional, perhaps it is not. "Well, that's unfortunate," he remarks, "my mistake." He then reaches over with his opposing hand and shakes the Miralukan's remaining hand, regardless of whether he offers it or not.

The meeting itself isn't particularly interesting, or inflammatory, and Shiren won't find there's much to observe, other than what Volk had already specified. Mostly talk about the Festival of Balance, and a short discussion about the intrusion of the marauders, and then the meeting is adjourned.

But the Miralukan will not find himself able to leave without Akashaya first catching him for a short conversation. "Master Shiren," he says politely, "so kind of you to join us today. What did you think?"

Shiren has posed:
At the gesture of offering hands, Shiren considers him for a moment, then simply bows his head in greeting instead.

He then focuses on the meeting itself. Listening to words of the festival, and the discussion on the Marauders. Notably, he keenly pays attention to that above all else. He's had his run-ins with marauders before after all, and it makes no sense for them to basically come peacefully, and then leave once more. Something feels fishy.

Once the meeting is adjourned, the Miralukan takes the Wan Shen once more, and lifts it to his back as he rises. Once standing, he turns to the Arkanian and answers; "My thoughts are my own for now. But I believe you are wishing to know if I will take on the position offered to me." He proposes.

"And I do believe I will." If at least to keep an eye on this man.

Athena (159) has posed:
"Oh well, that's wonderful to hear," Akashaya says cheerfully, and his gladness seems genuine. At least, for the time being.

He follows Shiren into an adjoining hallway, and glances backwards briefly, as if to make sure that no one else is around to hear what he's about to say.

"Say... do you ever get the feeling that the Jedi have quite a bit to hide?" he asks, in a hushed tone. "Things that, you know, the Convocation should know about, but are kept strictly among the Jedi and perhaps Gethun?"

Shiren has posed:
"All traditions have something to hide." Shiren answers him when they are in the hallways. The Matukai turning his head, though not truly 'looking' at the Arkanian. "All have reasons for their secrets. I understand it may be - if I may be so foolishly assumptive - in your nature to wish for the freedom of information and understand all things."

He halts for a moment, turning directly towards the Arkanian. "But secrets are often secrets for a reason. Much as Tradition is often rooted in Lesson." He takes in a deep breath, and then out again.

Shiren isn't quite an 'open book', but he's not particularly keen on dishonesty on his part. "Still. Some secrets hide darkness. What is it you wish to confer on in particular?"

Athena (159) has posed:
"Exactly," Akashaya says, leaning closer. "Secrets that hide darkness bode ill. There was never a more false saying than 'what you don't know, can't hurt you.' If you cannot understand the dark side, then how can you repel it? How can you avoid it? How can you know, when it is permissible to use it, and when it is not?"

"I believe in efficiency, and in peace, and all that is good. But I also believe that we cannot only stick to our tenets and traditions forever. The galaxy is always changing - and we must change with it."

"Don't you agree?"

Shiren has posed:
"You will find I am not a studious man." Shiren answers the Arkanian. "Nor am I a philosopher. I trust that those who came before me were more wise than I."

There's a long pause after this, as the Miralukan remains still.

"I agree that the galaxy is always changing. And that some traditions stop having their use. But if you wish to strip away a tenet and tradition, you must first understand why they are there." The Miralukan then adds.

"Perhaps it would be wise to find a Jedi Archivist. Though you are not of their order, such a meeting may very well hold something you seek."

Athena (159) has posed:
The Arkanian man draws back, frowning. "Volk was wrong about you," he says. "You are rather conservative."

But then he shrugs. "Although perhaps much less conservative than other Matukai," he says with a sigh. "Mm, well, anyway. It was a pleasure meeting you, Master Shiren, and welcome to the Convocation. I hope you are able to serve it as well as it serves you. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Akashaya turns on his heel to leave, but his departure seems strangely sudden...

Shiren has posed:
"I am what I am." Shiren answers the Arkanian man, noting the sigh. "We will meet again, I'm certain." He then adds, before raising his brow a bit.

As Akashaya turns on his heel to leave, Shiren can't help but feel off about their encounter just now. A ripple in the Force, perhaps. Seeing people through the Force makes him more sensitive to certain things than others.

But especially with Gethun having been mentioned twice now to him in such short order, something feels... off.

So, he takes a moment. Deeply breathing, centering on his calm state he tries to maintain at all times, and then begins to move in step with Akashaya. Keeping a distance, synchronizing his steps. Walking as a one-armed shadow.

Athena (159) has posed:
Akashaya doesn't seem to notice, and it's easy to for him to not notice that Shiren is following, as he slips out of the Temple and onto the busy street.

However, this does make it a bit more difficult for him to follow the Arkanian Sorcerer of Tund...

Shiren has posed:
Shiren gets into some trouble when they come into more populated areas. Keeping up is a bit problematic, especially when trying to be someone's shadow. And in earnest, this isn't something Shiren normally does.

His focus remains on trying to keep 'sight' of the Arkanian, without reaching out in a way that might create resonance between the two of them. He doesn't speak, but he does start having to use his only hand to gently urge people to step aside and not get in the way.

Mentally, he tries to remember the layout of this place. What lies in the general direction the Arkanian moves?

Athena (159) has posed:
Most people, noting his lack of eyes and missing arm, will politely move aside. However, he'll need to try not to be too overt in this, as it may alert Akashaya.

The Sorceror of Tund moves with ease through the crowded byways, and looks to be headed towards the outskirts of the Holy City. Not exactly where someone like him would, or should, be frequenting...

He climbs aboard a public transport, and Shiren will need to find a way onto it, without alerting him

Shiren has posed:
The moment they get to the edges of the city, Shiren has a bit easier of a time. He's thankful that people are so willing to move aside here and there. And now that they're approaching public transport, he has a chance to catch up.

So, eventually, he makes it there. Getting on the transport - one car down - and sits down, Lowering his Wan Shen and using it almost like a cane, resting it against his body. Tilting his head down and listening while focused on the Arkanian.

Where is he going? Certainly, Shiren isn't going to judge the man for going to the outskirts.

Athena (159) has posed:
He'll get a few looks, but not too many. And from where he's sitting, he'll have a clear view of the Arkanian man.

They'll stay on the public transport for a bit, but finally, at the last stop, Akashaya will get off and start making his way towards an abandoned hangar that's adjoined to the protective wall surrounding Jedha. The streets here are dim and empty. Whatever he's doing here, it's certainly not on official business...

Shiren has posed:
Dim and empty. The Dim doesn't really bother the Miralukan at all. His experience of the sun is how it gives life to things, and warms the body. Its brilliant reflections are beyond him.

He approaches the hangar, but as he does so, he does take a moment to grab his personal comlink and send a private message to Master Volk about what is going on. Giving him a very rough low-down, but indicating that Shiren is refusing to judge or make assumptions.

The Miralukan rather see, than to assume. He waits for the Arkanian to step closer to the building, inside even, before approaching himself.

Athena (159) has posed:
But now that the Miralukan is in much closer proximity to the Arkanian man, the pretense of no one watching is suddenly much harder than before.

Akashaya is a powerful Force sensitive in his own right, and Shiren will be able to sense him reaching out with the Force. He's trying to sense if other presences who aren't supposed to be around, are here.

He stops just before he goes into the hangar, brows furrowing.

He steps towards where Shiren has concealed himself, his gaze intense. "Show yourself," he says icily. "I know you're here..." His gaze flicks down to his commlink and he fiddles with it momentarily before once again advancing towards Shiren's position...

Shiren has posed:
Shiren feels it. That resonance he was looking to avoid. The moment he feels that sensation pass over him, he walks out without worry. Keeping his blade wrapped up. "I am here." He answers the Arkanian. Again, subterfuge is not how Shiren rolls.

"I wished to see with my own eyes, what had you traveling to this place." He then adds. "Without judgment."

Athena (159) has posed:
The Arkanian's brows go up. He's surprised to see that Shiren has followed him. "Well, I -never-..."

But then he just smiles, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Just visiting an old friend. The noise of the city overstimulates him at times, so we try to meet in quieter areas. Does that ease your concern?"

Shiren has posed:
There is a furrowing of brow from the Makutai. "I may not have eyes -" quite literally "- but I can still sense when one before me lies." He turns his head a bit to the side. "I thought you wished to uncover secrets of the Jedi. But as I was right to point out, it seems everyone has their secrets."

The Miralukan then turns his face forwards again and motions his hand towards the man. "Please, be earnest with me."

Athena (159) has posed:
Akashaya's expression hardens, and his gaze becomes icy. "This is the truth," he says, his gaze suddenly becoming furtive.

"Of course everyone has secrets," he says, "but this is not one. And you'd best mind your own business," he says harshly as he turns and starts heading back down the alleyway, back towards the public transit station.

He's lying, still, obviously. And now it's clear to Shiren that the man has much to hide...

Shiren has posed:
"Very well." Shiren answers the man, and remains in the street. He doesn't stop the man from leaving or heading towards the public. He lays his hand behind his back and waits for the Arkanian to pass back to the public transit station... after which he senses more presences. A hurry in their step. A tilt of his head...

And Shiren moves to investigate, taking steps to intercept the ones fleeing. And more importantly, note where they are fleeing from.

Athena (159) has posed:
Shiren will be able to sense they're fleeing from the building Akashaya had just been heading towards. And as he moves to intercept the two fleeing individuals, he'll suddenly find himself face to face with two masked marauders. Their helmets are unmistakable... they are Nihil.

But they don't seem interested in fighting. As soon as they cross paths, the two of them turn tail and run in the other direction, splitting off and making it impossible for Shiren to follow both of them.

Shiren has posed:
Shiren intercepts the two, and the moment he come face to face with them... yes. He recognizes those helmets. He frowns, noticing them immediately turn and head the other way. They're going too fast, and having split up, he can't follow them. So instead, he takes a moment to report to Master Volk on what he's found today, and remarks that he's going to find some place to sleep for now.