The holoscreen flickers and comes alive with a logo displayed for the first time since the Zaltin Corporation formed. A person appears in a light brown trench-coat, with a yellow smiley at the right side. He holds a datapad in his hand, reading something from it. He notices the buzzing of the recording devices, looks up, blinks twice, then starts speaking:

"Is this thing on? ... *bzzt* ...Ah, ok... *ahem* Citizens of the Galaxy! My name is Tork Bendor, and I'd like to ask for a minute of your time.

As everyone knows, the Xuchpra Corporation allied with the Empire and started terrorizing the Vratix colonies. I was appalled at the GNS broadcast they made a few days ago. These beings are the producers of Bacta, the most potent healing substance we know and harming these creatures will do nothing but hurt the galaxy we live in.

As the friend of the Vratix, I took the opportunity and set up a series of refugee camps well out of the reach of the Xucphra, offering shelter to those Vratix, who were forced to leave their homes. My people are busy making areas where they can live and work in peace alongside Zaltin Corporation.

I find it strange that the Empire would announce the dissolution of the bacta cartel, as far as I'm aware they have had no impact on Zaltin or its various companies, we will continue as always to keep low cost bacta and medical supplies reaching those that need it."

He punches a few buttons on the datapad, but it seems, nothing else is on it, so he stands confused there for a moment, but soon starts speaking again:

"Oh, anyway, that means I will do whatever I can to help those poor Vratix. I don't really know what Xucphra wants by blazing fire on that beautiful planet... Medics should be neutral, as the Hippocratic Oath says. This action is total opposite to everything a Medical Corporation should do!"

He quickly calms himself and continues:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Hereby I ask for your aid to help against this irrational slavery. Every little help is welcome. Donations and supplies are welcome on Zaltin Corporation account."

A small R2 appears at the side of the holoscreen and tries to motion Tork out of the picture. He looks at the droid and nods.

"That's all for today, looks like my time is up. Bye!" And with this, the holoscreen slowly fades out, but not before it shows, that the little droid pushes Tork so hard, that he almost falls down.