1|Emergency

Arisia

I have thought that since I have died once, the possibility of death wouldn't bother me any more. I mean, I already experienced it, surely I wouldn't care again, right?

I was so damn wrong.

It still fucking bothers me.

I gritted my teeth as I tried to control my mecha, trying to stabilize its huge figure from the chaotic disturbance of the worm hole.

The whispering death and the will to live kept fighting.

And it's up to me who will win. 

Is my strength and mental energy reserves more than enough to resist the chaotic pull of the wormhole, or will it drain me of everything, including my life?

My trusted partner, Xiva, my sentient mecha, accompanied me through the struggle. 

A huge chunk of its metallic hand succumbed to the pull and was destroyed.

Xiva has accompanied me through my 10 years of fighting the zergs. It shielded me more than enough for me to emerge victorious against those vicious bugs.

And I have faith that Xiva will pull through this.

"Master, Xiva is entering emergency protection mode." 

Xiva's voice, tailored to my liking, resounded in my ears.

But still, even with such faith, Xiva entered the last resort. 

I closed my eyes in despair as a cool touch enveloped my whole body, protecting me like a cocoon. 

Mechas have a protective mechanism for its owners in case of emergencies. The capsule.

The mecha will sacrifice and discard its huge chunk of zeta metal to encapsulate their owner, and also force them to a deep sleep to save their mental reserves.

This will give their owners a chance to survive. But as an exchange, the mecha will sacrifice its sentience. 

For the advanced, sentient, and loyal Mechas, giving their owners a second chance of survival is more important than their own sentience.

Xiva is the same. 

"I will protect you, Master." Xiva's voice faded as my consciousness dived deep into sleep.

I opened my eyes tiredly. Well, I'm still alive...

And breathing.

That is a good thing, I guess.

Seems that even though I already experienced death once, I still cling so dearly to life.

"Xiva?" I spoke and just as I expected, my mecha did not respond.

I sighed in regret and pain. Xiva is my companion. It hurts to know that the one who always accompanies me in wars, perished.

It was like seeing a comrade falling into the zerg's claws.

With my trembling right hand, I tapped the capsule door with three long and three short frequencies.

The door slowly opened and the white smoke inside rushed out.

The gland on my nape ached in pain as I inhaled various pheromones in the air.

Did I land on an habitable and civilized planet? Is the rescue here?

I dazedly thought as I stopped my pheromones from leaking.

My pheromones are classified as a 3-S category, the strongest type of pheromones in the Galactic Empire of Jolk.

Any alphas who inhaled my scent will either be scared or submit; Betas will be confused and dazed; and Omegas might immediately go into heat upon a sniff.

It's important for a soldier of my caliber to prevent any leaks of pheromones. Or disaster will strike.

I don't want to scare my rescuers. I thought in consideration and suppressed the irrability in my glands.

My whole body felt like it had travelled back to the days where I was being trained(beaten) by my military instructors.

I felt numb and it was as if my body has been frozen for long.

As I struggled to sit down on the capsule, I noticed something. 

Where the fuck is this?

The sight that fell into my eyes is a huge room filled with antique decorations. 

Not to the sense that the place is old, but the vibes are screaming old aesthetic.

I have been living in an advanced technological society for 35 years and this room feels like I got back from my previous life living in the 21st century.

It was the feeling of being around a new environment so much that when you came back to your original place, it felt weird. That's what I'm feeling right now.

I stabilized myself in a seated position and properly surveyed my surroundings. 

This place...looks way too clean.

That means it was regularly cleaned, and so, there are people living here.

But I wonder, the antiques here are not often seen/used in the Jolk Empire. After all, everyone had been using the convenient practical technology more than the cumbersome antique decorations.

Something moved in my peripheral vision and my eyes darted and focused on it.

It looks a lot like... an ancient cctv?

Wow. Haven't seen those for a long time.

I mused as I tried to release my mental energy, trying to track who is looking at me at the other side.

But instead of sensing the other party, my head and my nape ached in pain. 

My released pheromones rumbled as I looked around the room with shock.

My mental energy is suppressed here!

As one of the excellent graduates of the Jolk Empire Academy and a proud soldier of the first legion of the Empire, I have a confirmed 2-S strength in both mental energy and physical power.

I have trained hard regarding anti-mental energy suppression. No artificial or technological suppression should have worked on my mental energy.

Unless...

It is a natural suppression.

I'll be damned if that's the case.

I lightly gritted my teeth in thought. There are only a few planets that have natural suppression on mental energy. It can even be counted with two hands.

And those planets are inhabitable. Not suitable for human life. 

I haven't heard of a habitable planet with natural suppression in the Empire or the neighboring ones. 

As my thoughts slowly rationalize the possible reason why such a planet exists with suitable air for humans, a flurry of footsteps coming near distracted me from my thoughts.

My pheromones slowly receded as I subconsciously sniffed the air.

The scents of various sweet things are approaching my room.

Omegas?

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