Sevrin was generally left alone by the Order for the most part. He checked in frequently, but he otherwise engaged in covert missions and lookouts to monitor Imperial activity. The Killik threat had him working double time and apparently there had been a rather fiery exchange between the Council and members of the Order. The Sephi returned to Jedi and Alliance space, now tasked with vetting Shadow prospects. He wasn’t entirely thrilled, but he knew it was necessary.
The Sephi took a break from those activities because of an unusual request. The Princess of Onderon, heir to the throne, had requested an audience with a Jedi. This wasn’t surprising considering the Jedi defense of her planet. However, for some reason she specifically wished to meet with a seasoned Jedi that had successfully led invasions against the Sith in the past. Very few Jedi had done that and lived to tell the tale, so Sevrin’s name came up.
The Princess’ mother came from a family that was known to Valtiere, and he felt a sense of duty considering those relationships and the fact that her father had died from a Sith attack. Sevrin made his way over at once, landing in Iziz.
He was adorned in crisp attire without a helmet that was not the usual Jedi rags, but also very distinctly symbolic of his role. His saberhilts were clipped on his hips. Sevrin cut an imposing figure and he overheard more than a few whispers about his slight resemblance to the ISC President as he made his way through the palace. By now, a lot of renovation had been done from the attack and he was led to a hall that was specifically used to entertain guests.
Sevrin arrived at the door, a droid having announced his presence. He quietly waited outside, his silver gaze icy and fixed ahead.
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