Log One

[desig_survivor]

[[He has never put pen to paper before.  He's used a stylus on a datapad, but a pen needs a much firmer grip and has to press harder and more consistently, and he hadn't realized at first that the pen nib could be clicked out of the body, so there are some indents on the previous page where he'd started before realizing that someone who knew how to use a pen had taken that page.  This one bears a series of scribbles as he figured it out.  Some of the scribbles look like highly stylized X-Wings.  You know, >:v:< and so on.]]

[[When he actually gets to writing, the letters are slightly overlarge and slant, just slightly.  Instead of tracing out, they just appear one at a time, translated from Aurebesh]]

So this isn't a dream, and if it's a prank, someone should have taken credit for it by now.  Which means this is real.

I'm Rogue Leader.  ["Leader" is crossed off instantly, but it's a couple of seconds before he can scribble it into illegibility]  I think I was a pilot before, if the dream was right.  Other than that, I don't know.  But apparently that's standard.

The greeter said this place, this "Edensphere", is a new beginning.  That's not terribly helpful.  Where is this?  Who's in charge?  Why cocoons?

[pause]

It's a long shot, but is there anyone here who goes by Two?  Or Mynock?