Darth Evandrus
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In the central tower of the Palace of Lothal, Darth Evandrus watched as the workers he had paid applied the finishing touches to the statue he had had commissioned.
This wasn't going to become 'a thing' but he supposed some people might think otherwise.
This wasn't to boast but, again, he supposed some people might think otherwise.
This wasn't even a celebration.
No, the statue that was being dusted off to be presented to him was public, it was visible, and it wasn't anything he usually would have had made. But sometimes appearances were something that needed to be kept up.
While honouring an old friend.
The artist was waved away and Evandrus was able to look at the statue without the artist scrutinising his every little speck of emotion. Reaching down, Evandrus took a lightsaber off of his belt and activated it, watching as the green blade sprang to life. Just watching the blade for a moment, he extinguished the lightsaber before placing it into the waiting hand of the statue, pointing down.
Immortalised in stone, Jedi Master Jon Atreides knelt on one knee, blade turned to point to the ground and a firm, impassive, look upon his face.
The statue of the defeated enemy was along the right side of the throne room for the Prince of Lothal, nestled comfortably in an alcove but by no means hidden away. Looking at his old friend in the stone, Evandrus hummed a little bit.
"I think I should have had him smiling..." he thought aloud, "Probably would have gotten the smile wrong though."