Mereel lumbered out of his starfighter's cockpit, his boots striking the Enclave's underground hangar floor with a thud. Flying from Glacies Domum to Nadiem was a long journey, and he had taken as few stops as possible during his trip.
If his chrono was right, it had been a little over thirteen hours since he had gotten out of his cockpit. His legs felt like pudding. He grabbed the cube-shaped holocron from Glacies Domum that was sitting in the cockpit and his trusty pistol, shut the hatch, and proceeded to make his way through a security checkpoint to the hangar's elevator.
As the elevator made its way to the central garden level, he decided that the only way his body could have felt any worse was if he had decided to wear his full suit of armor during the voyage. Fortunately, he had just decided to wear some brown trousers and a tan jacket with a white undershirt for his trip to the enclave. Wearing civilian clothes had some advantages over wearing his Mandalorian armor: it didn't add 20 kilos to his weight, and civilian attire drew a lot less attention and resulted in far fewer angered or concerned onlookers.
Most Jedi didn't like Mandalorians and vice versa, so naturally the only pieces of his armor that he wore into the enclave were his utility belt and his left beskar shoulder guard. As he pondered whether even wearing the shoulder guard was too revealing of the other side of his identity, the elevator door opened with a mechanical ding.
Mereel stepped into the central garden and approached the first non-droid that he saw, a young Zabrak boy who he guessed couldn't be but twelve years old.
"Excuse me, do you happen to know if there are any Masters around that could teach me how to a holocron?" Mereel said, holding up the cube-shaped holocron for the boy to see with his left hand.
"Uhhh, I believe the Masters are all currently in the assembly room. It's a private meeting though, and the Masters discussions can last quiet a while."
Mereel sighed, "Okay, let's go a step lower. Do you know of any Knights who could possibly help me with this?"
"I think Knight Syrin is back from a mission, but there's als-"
"Great, where can I find her?"
Perhaps dejected by Mereel's impatience, the young Zabrak didn't say anything. Instead the kid simply pointed at a Jedi facing away from him further into the garden. "Thanks, good luck in your training." Mereel said.
As he walked past the Zabrak and toward his new target, he flicked a 20-denomination credit chip from his belt to the kid. He had no idea if the boy could put it to use, but it was the only quick way he could repay the kid for his help.
As he approached who he hoped was Lilla Syrin, he gently tossed the holocron up and down in his palm with a grin, "Excuse me miss, do you think you could help me with something?"