[ C.O.I INFORMATION TERMINAL. STARTER. @tcsaveyou ]
It's been a few weeks since his rescue from AT-5. It's been overwhelming to say the least. Not only is he grappling with the aftermath of losing his arm, ( and all of the bullshit that came before that ) there is also the poignant revelation that they are not alone in the universe. Thirty years of believing the universe had been wiped out, only to discover it had been there the whole time. You are just one tiny drop of death in a ocean of life.
It's staggering. The rebel alliance is not rich in resource, so he's told --- but he watches as they eat and drink and share, and he thinks they may be the richest people he's ever seen. Yesterday, Simon had seen someone drop a plate of food. The response had been laughter, playful teasing --- a second helping. It was eye opening. Unsettling.
Hopeful, though. After being lifted out of his submarine, the convict had vowed to leave Eden and the C.O.I in the dust. After everything they'd put him through, he doesn't see why he should be the one to save humanity. But recovering from his ordeal comed with a gnawing sense of responsibility to save them. If asked, he'd say he was spending too much time with Luke Skywalker.
It's Luke who he seeks out, now. Lead by that gnawing responsibility. He has a speech prepared, but somehow he doubts it would take much to convince the pilot to help.
"Hey, uh... I need to ask you a really big favour."
