The man who now called himself Aryian Darkfire pulled the lever. His eyes were still shut, the force still guiding his hands. His old memory had faded out significantly, except for one thing: the other's (Honestly, he couldn't remember the name) memory of how to hack. He kind of viewed it as a parting gift, but that was all. He was Aryian Darkfire now, and not any other. He was ready to start his life over in the service of the Jedi.
He opened his eyes, beholding the beautiful white ball that was Hoth. Wasn't I just here? Whoa, deja vu. This was where the Jedi were, he was sure of it. Unless his skills had failed him, Aryian should have the right planet. He sent out a general comm to the surrounding area.
This is Aryian Darkfire of the Darkfire's fury, I am searching for any signs of life out there, including Jedi ones. I am interested in joining the ranks of them, and If anyone out there can point me in the proper direction, I would pay money. If there are any Jedi out there, I am sure it would be wise of you to lead me to your headquarters, to add another to your ranks.
A little brash, he concluded, but sound nonetheless. He sat back, and awaited any response from the message.