Zeven had pulled together all of his resources so he could try to make the local government see that coming to this conclave would be beneficial. After a short passage of time they agreed, and sent him along. Zeven sat next to a handful of talkative delegates on board a transport ship that his home systems government had provided. The ship was narrow, and grey with two red stripes that ran down the middle of it. It was a small transport ship. Not exactly made to transport large numbers, but more to show off a small group. Zeven didn't exactly enjoy the flashy ride, but at least it was comfortable. The delegates were only interested in how much money and trade could be made at the conclave. Zeven found that talk boring quite fast. He ended up on the small bridge making small talk with the captain and his crew. The Captain didn't exactly like the idea of bringing delegates to the conclave, but didn't mind taking him. Zeven couldn't figure out if it was out of distrust with the delegates or something else.

Zeven had actually only ever been around two other jedi besides his master, and even then he didn't even try to talk to them. He had in a way hid himself from them by focusing on training. The thought of being around an entire spaceport of jedi was a little unnerving. He sigh and mumbled, "No training to hide in now."

A voice announced that we were approaching graveyard station. The feeling of so many beings intuned with force made him a bit nauseous. The delegate next to him put his hand on his shoulder and gave him an empathetic smile. A moment later Zeven stood and moved towards the exit ramp as the ship landed on the station. The delegates were going to stay in place for a moment so they can plan. With a shrug he stepped off the ship.