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[The video feeds open on a human man. His features are sharp and regal, but there's no haughtiness or hostility to them. His long hair flows down well past his shoulders, and a well-groomed beard highlights the lines of his jaw ... but more than any of that, what will jump out immediately is that he's in rough shape.

[His cheeks are sunken, his skin looks pale, and there are dark rings under his eyes. There are a few fresh cuts on his face, including one that runs along his cheekbone that's highlighted by a purpling bruise.

[He's smiling though. It's a tired smile, one that clearly takes a bit of effort at the moment, but a smile nonetheless.]

Hello to anyone who might be listening. My name is Orren Organa - of the Jedi Order, should that mean anything to any you. From what I understand of our current situation, though, I understand that it might not.

[He sighs and tucks an errant lock of hair behind his ear.]

That same situation is why I'm putting out this call. The Head's information was ... helpful, but vague enough that I'm left with some questions about this place. I'd appreciate whatever insight that anyone who's been here longer can offer, and ... that's about it, really.

[A beat.]

Apologies for my appearance as well. I was in a bit of a rough spot before I was pulled here, but I'm quite alright.

[Or, at the very least, he will be. His connection to the Force is still as strong here as ever, and he can already feel it working to repair the damage to his body.]