It was over, he'd said his piece.
Lucas turned off the recording, leaned back against the wall, closed his eyes, and tried to let it sink in. He hadn't just addressed the Senate – he'd given them and presumably the rest of the Galaxy access to four weeks of his life. So much for privacy, his fan club were probably going insane.
He couldn't focus on that aspect of it for too long; the entire point of addressing the Senate was to get them to act. So now he had to wait and hope that they would do just that.
He only rested there with his eyes closed for about a minute before he got a priority one call from Carla. He directed his armor to answer it.
‘Lucas, Lucas, did you see what happened?’ Carla asked, her voice so insistent, so quick, that Lucas had a great deal of trouble making her words out.