"Sartak?"
Suddenly, in the endless sinking, a subtle voice seemed to squeeze into his ears.
"Sartak? Can you hear me? Sartak?"
who is it?
Who is calling him?
He wanted to open his mouth, but the cold black water immediately poured into his throat, making him howl silently, and his limbs became heavier and heavier...
Suddenly, a beam of light shone from above, so warm, carrying the fragrance of almost forgotten plants, and then green vines hung down, entangled his body, and fished him out of the black ocean.
The next moment, he was suddenly in a beautiful garden, which looked like the courtyard of a noble in a certain hive city. In the middle was a huge fountain, with flower beds and white marble columns everywhere.
"Sartak."
A rich male voice made him turn around suddenly, only to see a young warrior wearing silver-gray power armor looking at him with a smile. He was so tall that he even surpassed the Terminator, and although the logo on his shoulder armor was It was quite unfamiliar, but the eagle emblem on the chest made him feel at ease.
However, he was still very wary and slightly distanced himself from the opponent.
"Who are you......"
"I am Chapter Master of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexei."
"Astral Knight..."
Sartak thought for a while, and finally found some traces of this name from his broken memories.
"Is it the Astral Knight who was almost destroyed in the World Engine War?"
Soshyan nodded.
"Yes."
Then the other party turned around and walked towards a huge white round table in the garden. Sartak hesitated for a moment and followed him. Then he heard the soothing sound of the piano and looked to the side to find a man wearing a light green dress. The beautiful girl was sitting on a stone platform not far away, with her eyes slightly closed and gently playing with a white harp.
The sound of the piano relaxed Sartak's tense nerves a lot, and finally gave him more room to think.
He sat in front of Soshyan, looked at him, and said in a deep voice:
"Please explain."
"Well, Sartak, you are a think tank. You should be able to understand the current situation to some extent. We are in a conscious space. The reason why we do this is because your body..."
At that moment, Sartak remembered the boundless despair and madness in the darkness, and couldn't help but shudder, and then whispered:
"Yes...I was sealed into Fearless."
"We found you in the wreckage of the naval battle. It seems that your former comrades planned to use you as a hell beast. Unfortunately, you were sunk before they could wake you up."
"naval battle?"
Soshyan then told the other party a series of events during the expedition and many grievances between him and Huron.
After listening to Sartak, he was stunned. It took him a long time to digest the information. He stared at the huge white round table and murmured to himself:
"It's actually...it's been so long..."
"When were you sealed into Dauntless?"
"About 926."
"Forty years..."
Soshyan sighed.
"I also know everything about you. Regret and pain have tortured you for forty years."
Sartak raised his head suddenly. As a think tank, he heard some details in Soshiyang's words.
"You read my memory!?"
Soshyan smiled.
"Don't be nervous, we can't help it. Your mind is almost completely crazy. The only way is to find the remaining personality in the sea of your soul, and then repair the broken personality. This will inevitably touch the memory, and I must also Make sure you save a loyal warrior and not a fallen traitor."
After a moment of silence, Sartak nodded.
"Yes, that's the only way it can be. You did nothing wrong, Commander Soshyan, Supreme Lord... So what are you going to do with me now?"
"It's not about what I want to do with you, it's about what you plan to do in the future with the final Star Claw?"
Sartak replied without hesitation:
"Revenge! In order to wash away the shame of the war group, for Aruhun and Losar, and for the billions of blood of Santiago, I swear that Huron will pay with blood! Please give me this opportunity, I am willing to provide what I can All help! Everything I know about the Hurons and the Red Corsairs will be told to you without reservation! My weapons and powers will be at your disposal!"
Soshyan nodded and said seriously:
"Okay, I promise you, the last Star Claw, Saltak."
After that, he stood up.
"Then let's meet in reality."
"etc--"
Sartak stretched out his hand, then took a few deep breaths, as if to finally enjoy a little bit of this illusory freedom and warmth, and then nodded.
"Okay...well, there's one more thing, I don't know if it's troublesome for you."
"Please say."
"If I remember correctly, before the Huron Rebellion, there was a noncommissioned officer who left the battle group because he couldn't stand his arbitrary style and joined the Death Watch. If it's convenient for you, could you help me find out if he is still alive?"
Soshyan thought for a moment and nodded.
"No problem, what's his name?"
"His name is Andal Skerion."
"Okay, I remember."
In fact, Soshyan originally wanted to talk to the other party about Valier's problem, but when he saw the other party mentioning the compatriots of the Death Watch, he realized that the last Star Claw might have new ideas after regaining consciousness, so he made a temporary change. Let’s leave the idea aside for now and wait and see what actions he will take in the future before making a decision.
After receiving Soshiyan's assurance, Sartak looked very happy. He smiled for the first time and nodded.
"Thank you...let me wake up."
The next moment, his world returned to darkness and coldness, and everything just seemed to be just a dream, or perhaps just another crazy fantasy that he was trapped in the boundless darkness.
"Sartak, wake up..."
The small sound brought a buzz of pain throughout his body. For a moment, he thought he was drowning, as if dark water was surrounding him. Then warm amniotic fluid poured into his mouth and nose, reminding him of the feeling of breathing.
Then his nerves reestablished the connection with the fearless body, and painful memories still flashed in his remains. At that moment, his fragile body wanted to scream.
Silence enveloped him. Before he was alive and reborn as a fearless machine, he had never paid attention to the soft noise made by life, the pulsation of heart and blood, the ups and downs of breathing, and the subtle sounds produced when muscles and bones worked together. , and when he woke up now everything was blank.
Gradually, Fearless's sensory system revived. The sound came first, then he began to feel his limbs, the pistons and servos waiting for his instructions, the weapons that had become a part of his body, and finally he started A sensor device installed on the iron coffin like a power armor helmet.
Fog swirled in the greenish darkness before him, and as he slowly opened his heavy eyelids, the arcs of light from the visual displays spread out at the edges of his vision, and rangefinders, infrared sensors, and auspicious arrays began to cover his field of vision.
Finally, when his visual system fully recovered, he saw the person in the dream standing in front of him, still smiling warmly.
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"Hello, Brother Sartak."
He took a few slow breaths, barely adapting to the claustrophobic feeling of being unable to move his limbs, and then uttered a few hoarse words from his throat that had been silent for decades.
"Greetings, Supreme Lord Commander Soshyan Alexey, the Last Star Claw salutes you."
