Denon had dealt a devastating blow to the FWA. The planet, along with Spirana, was now firmly under Sith control. It was a decisive victory that left many reeling, and the impacts would be realized only with time. For the Jedi, however, this was simply yet another battle in their ongoing war. There would be casualties, there would be grieving, there would be learning, and there would be preparing to fight another day.
Sevrin had returned from his offworld padawan training to help assist with the Denon aftermath. The Sephi made his way over to a clinic that was aiding a fair amount of survivors. He saw the signs for MorataCorp all over the place, and he was familiar with the rising company.
Sevrin knew that they were helping treating the Jedi, and he had arrived to look for any other survivors. While they had attempted to keep strict records of everyone, it was always a gamble with tracking padawans. He could only hope he wouldn’t find out about more padawan casualties beyond the severely injured ones that returned from the fight.
He felt slightly out of place, and he certainly stood out like a sore thumb. Sevrin gave a puzzled look when he was stopped and asked for identification at the entrance. He began to explain who he was and that he was a Jedi.
@Killa Ree