[Rebooting…]
[Checking…]
[Checking…]
[External examination commencing…]
[Checking…]
[All parameters clear — Planet suitable for carbon-based lifeform…]
[Warning: Current weather deemed to be extremely dangerous for living organisms]
[Recommendation: Keep the power armor activated]
[Internal examination commencing…]
[Combat capacity lowered by 70%]
[Energy Reserves: Extremely low]
[...]
[...]
‘Ugh… The fuck.’
When Morgiana came to, she was bombarded with a log of information that made her already throbbing head blister into an even more painful spiral of headache and nausea.
At the very edges of her vision, she could see a digital diagram showing her body with many zones marked in dangerous hues of red.
Clearly, the crash had not been kind to her, and despite all the defenses that had been placed on her body to counteract the impact of a crash… she had still nearly died.
But that was all there was to it.
She nearly died.
Which could only lead to one conclusion— she had survived through this ordeal.
Once again the keyword was — Nearly — as Alibaba liked to say so often.
That was all that mattered to her. Like Alibaba always spoke, as long as one remained alive and kicking, nothing in the world was impossible for them.
‘Where am I though?’
The screen in front of her vision, on the visor of her helmet, flickered intermittently before she was finally able to see her surroundings clearly.
She understood now why she had been feeling like her butt was stone cold and she was unable to move around.
What the…?
She nearly blacked out at the outlandish situation she currently found herself in.
After all, she was buried deep in a sea of endless snow with only her head sticking out of the terrain.
She had been through many situations in her miserable life— be it as a slave or as an outlaw and mercenary traveling through endless space, however, this was definitely one of the weirdest situations she had ever found herself in. Actually, it would not be far off if she said this was indeed the most uncanny situation she had ever faced in her life.
However, now was not the time to delve into these useless thoughts. Now, it was time for her to think hard about what to do and how to get out of this perilous situation.
Clearly, this was not normal, in any way, shape or form, and she had been placed here by something or someone intentionally.
Possibly, it was some sort of beast, an indigenous inhabitant of this stone-cold planet, that was keeping her cold to eat for later.
Why didn’t the auto-defense system activate?
[Energy Reserves: Extremely low]
[All resources are currently being used to maintain the life signature of the host to an appropriate level and thus protect the host from this hostile environment]
[Would you like to recalibrate the priorities set by the automated system?]
No. Focus on healing me and keeping me from freezing to death.
She sighed out loud in exasperation. This whole situation was starting to piss her off. Morgiana took a deep breath before releasing it all in one go.
Thankfully, the atmosphere on this planet was breathable so her armor would replenish the breathable and sustainable air reserves naturally.
She could easily push herself out of this situation… but then what?
She had been placed here by some entity she knew nothing about and she was still very much wounded from her previous skirmish and also the subsequent crash landing on this exoplanet.
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In this case, there was only one solution for her.
I will sleep and recover my energy. Warn me when anything approaches me. In the meantime, prioritize healing me, then keep me from freezing.
The reserves of dark matter inside her Sea were nearly exhausted by this point, but sleeping would still help immensely in balancing and replenishing some of her lost reserves. It would also help her to act more efficiently with the usage of her energy reserve.
The rules when meeting a new race in the universe were quite clear for everyone. Survival came first before anything else.
Her armor injected her with a serum that put her back to sleep. and It would be useful in accelerating her metabolism, which would in turn heal her even faster.
She hated using those serums as they were expensive as all hell but all the money in the world didn’t matter much if she was dead.
.
.
.
.
[Warning: New source of life detected in the vicinity of the host]
[Ascertaining danger level…]
[Low level of dark matter detected in the lifeform…]
[No special appendage detected…]
[Form is deemed to be humanoid]
[Danger level: low…]
[Error!!! Adding new parameters to the ascertainment of the danger level…]
[The organism is deemed to be able to survive in hostile environments with no equipment whatsoever…]
[Physical attributes impossible to judge any longer… Requires more data…]
[Danger level: Uncertain]
Morgiana was awakened by a new series of pings from her user interface that was practically barraging her senses with all the notification sounds.
Her consciousness was quite literally forcibly awakened and she observed the intruder and the mpst likely cause of her current embarrassing situation.
‘Well then, just what kind of abomination do I have in front of me?’
She looked at the large shadow walking past the blizzard.
‘A snake?’
At least that was what she felt like she had seen at first glance. But when the target approached closer, she was finally given a complete view of the organism and she had to admit that she was more than a little surprised by what she witnessed.
‘A young man?’
She nearly screamed out loud at the sight.
‘There are really people on this planet?’
Morgiana was getting worried. She did not truly care about being imprisoned any longer.
The reason she had chosen this random planet, in a random solar system with three stars and not even on the face of any naval charts of space travel, was due to their conception that it was uninhabited. After all, even in this age of galactic voyages and stellar travels, the actual number of exoplanets that had any traces of life on them was staggeringly few. Even more so when they were so far away from the center of the galaxy…
While they were far from high-sequence fighters, the 40 Thieves were no pushovers and were known to enslave and sell people from backward planets like this one— to the highest bidder.
Even between pirates and bandits, few dared to oppose the 40 Thieves, and the federation of the different galactic empires did not care for people of the planets that had not even reached Type-I in the scale of advancement.
Shit!
She cursed inwardly, realizing that their mistake might have doomed an entire population to a fate worse than extermination.
Knowing what it felt like to be a slave already, she had no intention of making anyone else go through that scenario because of her mistake.
Morgiana bit her lips hard enough for blood to form. Now she was surer than ever that they needed to wipe out all the thieves who would come here. Then make it their number one priority to block all the communication logs that may be able to give away the coordinates of this exoplanet.
This was the only way for them to ensure the safety of everyone involved.
Looking once again at the small kid who looked to be barely in his teens, she swallowed the lump that had formed within her throat and tried to talk as gently to him as possible.
"Hello. I am Morgiana. I mean you no harm…"
The moment she spoke, the young kid threw down the gigantic dead snake and took a few steps back before looking at her with wariness in his eyes.
It was only now that she managed to take a full look at him and was mildly suprised to realize that he was entirely naked.
Is it a planet at the beginning of the creation of a new intelligent race?
Unlike many people, Morgiana did not think that Civilizations below Type-I were barbarians who knew nothing of the world and were unworthy to preserve or help.
The young kid finally opened his mouth and muttered in a soft voice, befitting a young kid…
"##$&@+++#¬`~\\|||"
Morgiana waited patiently, hoping in her heart that the language detector will be able to do its job.
Unfortunately…
[Error—! Unable to find the language equivalent in the database of recent languages prominent throughout the stellar federations]
[Searching through the precedent and outdated version of the database]
[No match found]
[Searching the oldest database of languages dating back to the Dark Ages]
[No match found]
[New directive… Searching through dead languages existing prior to the Great Calamity.]
[....Results found…]
Yeah! Yeah! Fuck this shit and speed up already. Adapt the language fast, you stupid machine.
[Language Data pack incomplete. Unable to connect to the Super Database to retrieve the complete package. Do you wish to download the incomplete Data pack?]
Fuck yes. Just do it…!
[Downloading — 10%]
Thanks…
“Hi…”
Morgiana stopped when she heard the word coming out of the mouth of the young man.
Her eyes immediately trailed to the data pack that had only been downloaded to 50% till now… Meaning the language detector was not interpreting his language right now.
“It seems like you can understand me now…”
Morgiana finally understood what had transpired.
He had just learned her language.
“I hope you are alright. We have many questions we wish to ask you.” He grinned at her, causing her brain to stop functioning properly for a few seconds…
[Download complete]
[Language: English. One of the main languages of a long lost Type-I that once filled the Sea of Stars]
[Planet Code: Sol-III. Name Given by the Aboriginals: Earth/Terra]
“My name is Noah. Happy to meet ya…!”