Oh my gosh. I have discovered a hidden treasure. Opened Orgus' Wookieepedia page to fact check something real fast, and I saw an ArtStation link in the source links I'd never noticed before. Clicked out of curiousity and GUYS.
CONCEPT ART MODEL SHEETS OF ORGUS' LIGHTSABER HILT AND AN ACTUAL PHYSICAL PROP MODEL FROM 2011
(I'm a concept art hoarder for art reference purposes so ignore me being weird 🤣
I personally think if you play as a Jedi Knight, you have to do the Esseles flashpoint, if only to explain why, despite leaving Tython after you, Master Orgus is already waiting for you when you arrive on Coruscant.
in a very oblique example of taking your fandom to work, i have channeled all my dance teacher energy into orgus din. if my kids had the Force you can bet I'd be making the speech below, I already basically make it just about the body so. not sure where this comes except that it's on coruscant, so if you want to read all sith's creature stuff in order it is coming soonish on ao3. otherwise... Ven! learning to be a Jedi
“It will take time to get the intel we need,” Orgus said. “In the meantime, padawan. We train.”
“Seriously?” Ven said. “There’s nothing else we can do that would be more useful?”
“Training you in the ways of the Force is useful,” he said. “You need to know what you can do, and how to do it.”
He was right. Ven didn’t want him to be right.
“Ven,” Orgus said quietly. “Would you hand a blaster to someone who thought all there was to shooting was pointing it and squeezing the trigger? Or would you teach them what it means to hold one, first?”
“Lots of people just point and shoot –“
“Padawan.”
He was getting to know her too well if he was cutting off her nonsense before it started. Ven gritted her teeth. She knew this. She couldn’t put it off forever, especially now that she’d said she’d learn. Using the Force without understanding it was a sure way to do exactly what she feared: trip and fall. And then someone would have to kill her to put the galaxy out of its misery, because Ven knew she was strong in the Force, and then her family would never know what had happened to her and she’d never get to see the Empire she’d fought fall.
“The more I use it, the more I’ll think… that I should use it,” Ven said.
Orgus nodded slowly before gazing around the room as if looking for something.
“Can you do a handstand, padawan?”
Ven thought she was the expert in saying weird things. At least her weird things made sense.
“Uh – maybe? It’s not something I’ve tried recently. Stupid way to fight.”
“Well, let’s find out.”
“What is this? You want me to use the Force to balance or something?” It was weird, trying this knowing that people were watching. Kira, leaning against the wall, grinned at Ven as she planted her hands tentatively on the floor. Ven pulled a face at her between her own legs and tried to jump up. She came crashing back down a few seconds later.
“Do you think you could use the Force for this?” Orgus’ voice was mild. Too mild. He was planning something.
“Seems like cheating,” Ven huffed. Getting her hands in place and jumping for it wasn’t going to work, fine. She needed more momentum, and more commitment. Was that the lesson? She reached overhead and tried to flip herself forward. She kicked too hard; her legs went past her back, her hands slipped out from under her, and she slammed into the floor hard. Ven groaned, staring up at the ceiling. They had little carved panels, circles inside squares. Why did fancy buildings always have fancy ceilings? Who cared enough to look, other than idiot Jedi padawans being forced to do handstands?
“Cheating,” Orgus said mildly. “You think the Force would catch you?”
“That’s what it would be, right? Like if you held me up.” Ven rolled to her feet, trying to think. How did people do handstands? She was good with her body, but she didn’t do crazy feats like this for fun. There had to be a point. “It’s not a handstand if I’m not standing. Holding myself up there with the Force would be like sticking my legs between two walls and pretending I’m up there all by myself.”
“Sink your hands into the floor first,” Orgus said. “One smooth motion. Connect with the ground and use that to kick up. You’ve got a strong core; use it.”
He mimed the motion. Warily, Ven copied him. She tried it small at first, just to feel it. Get low, slide the hands into the floor, and kick. She stood, glancing at Orgus, who nodded. With a groan, Ven tried again, this time aiming to hold.
She squeaked a little, but she knew her body. Squeeze the thighs, squeeze the abs, depress the shoulders. Ven stared fixedly at Kira’s skirt across the way. She really hoped Kira wouldn’t move.
“Nice job!” Kira called. Ven couldn’t tell if that was sarcasm or not.
“Breathe,” Orgus said calmly. Ven watched his legs move past her head, pausing on her other side. He tapped her belly gently. “Draw your muscles in. You’re not frozen here. To balance yourself, you have to move.”
Ven stretched her fingers, pressing into the floor. She knew this one. She’d learned to fight from a lot of different people. More than a few had told her to feel a flow of energy through her body whenever she had to hold a position. Usually in a sniper’s nest, but still. She shook her head, trying to adjust how her tendrils fell to the floor.
“Right,” she said. “Fingers to toes, lots of energy. Why are you making me do this?”
She didn’t mind that it came out belligerent. Her arms were starting to ache.
“What you feel right now, that energy,” Orgus said, squatting down to look her in the eye. “What is it?”
“My muscles,” Ven said. “My breath. I don’t know, me?”
“You think of the Force as external,” Orgus said. “A force, acting upon you. That you control it, or you’re swept away. That feeling in your belly – your abdominals contracting, the blood and breath moving through you, the conviction necessary to keep yourself up – that’s the Force. Not separate from you. Not a foreign body inside yours. It is you, padawan. Our greatest injuries occur when we treat our body as an enemy or a tool. Know yourself, and you will know how to avoid those injuries.”
Ven’s throat was too tight for the breath she needed.
“Can I come down now?” she said, adjusting her hands as her legs wavered. Orgus nodded, stepping back, and Ven swung her feet to the floor. She took her time standing, letting the blood leave her head, and pulled her tendrils back over her shoulders when she was up. Kira was still watching, but she didn’t look amused now, just thoughtful. Like maybe what Orgus had said rang a chord in her mind, too.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“A little dizzy,” Ven said, so she wouldn’t have to admit anything else. Orgus smiled, like he knew what else was on her mind anyway. He was a Jedi. It was possible.
“That, my padawan, was meditation,” he said. “You’re welcome.”
I just saw @frauleiiin's reblog about Master Orgus Din which brought this to the forefront of my mind. I could have sworn I read somewhere that Orgus Din and Ardun Kothe (SIS chief/former Jedi from the Agent storyline) knew each other at one point. But I can't seem to find it anywhere, of course. >.<
