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[A young man with violet-blue eyes, blue-black hair tucked away in a bun, dressed in green tabards with orange embroidery in somewhat organic patterns, over indigo tunics appears on the network. He solemnly tucks his hands into his sleeves, and bows toward the screen.]

Hello, Barge. My name is Ezra Bridger, and I recently arrived, as a warden. [A tiny pause, and only the momentary effort to put up a smooth, diplomatic front keeps him to wrinkling his nose a little, but one might perceive the hint of trepidation in his tone.] I haven't accepted a deal. At least not yet.

[He shakes his head slightly] Because I know there might be some here who at least know stories, I guess I should say that I am a Jedi Knight. Born at the same time as the rise of the Empire, on a planet named Lothal. I'm happy to answer any question anyone may have about that.[Some of the formality and calm even to his tone begins to fade.] But I haven't been in my home galaxy since I was 18, over three years ago, for me now.

I've traveled through several - I've taken to calling them nexuses? Experienced things rather like the floods and breaches, here, among other...well the last place I was called them Trials.

[His expression suddenly blossoms into a full, bright smile, as something occurs to him.] Oh! Are there any people here who do Jewish observances? I grew up Reform, in a life; I like to keep up with holidays when I can.

[A little more soberly-] And how well is the infirmary staffed? I have some medical training. Including mental health topics.
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DECK - Anyone who knows anything about the Jedi won't be surprised to find him folded into crossed legged sitting on the floor of the deck, hands in green cloth gloves on his knees but palm up, and eyes closed, in meditation. Any psychic, or the like, may notice that his mind is open, yet attentive, letting everything he senses flow around and through him.

Although - If someone's attention lingers on him for long, or he picks up a sense of urgency, he murmurs, without opening his eyes, yet, "Can I help you?"

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ENCLOSURE - Of course there's also lightsaber practice in the Enclosure, in varying landscapes, on different days, with his green blade. Anyone who knows much about Jedi lightsaber forms might notice Ezra's personal style is a core of Form III, with some Form IV, and Form I - in other words, a mostly defensive style. Anyone very familiar with the styles of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, or Ahsoka Tano might spot some specific influences.

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[Thrawn takes...all of this in. He had wondered whether Ezra Bridger would be joining him aboard the Barge, but he had erroneously believed it would have been close to the moment of his own arrival.

This Ezra is not the same Jedi who catapulted them both across a galaxy. Three years have passed by his own admission: where, exactly, remains to be seen. Strangely, Thrawn reflects that he does not feel threatened by Ezra's presence: a quick examination of his own feelings leads him to assume that the worst Ezra could possibly do has already happened. He's killed Thrawn, but at the same time Thrawn has to assume that both their people are safe from the both of them. They are, shockingly, on more neutral ground than they've ever been.

How interesting.

Still, formalities first: he cannot assume that this Ezra Bridger wasn't picked up from a time before their fated last stand, and would therefore have no idea who he was. Best to eliminate that possibility, however slim it may be.

So he makes no effort to disguise his very distinguishable voice when he replies;]

I am well-acquainted with Lothal, Ezra Bridger.

[ There is so much that peaks her interest so quickly, and it's clear in her expression - rapt, intent, though still warm - but it's that very last bit that grips her the most. All of her other questions are immediately set aside as she leans forward across her desk, eyes bright with optimism. ]

Welcome to the Barge, Ezra, my name is Jean. I work in the therapy office, and I'd really love to hear about your training. We always need more people.

[ She looks the part, too, at the moment; most of her hair is drawn back into a bun, and she's wearing a crisp suit of pastel greens and blues. The biggest flourish is a golden lapel pin, flaming wings that encircle an X. ]

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