"A rational choice."
The princess forced a smile even more exaggerated than the clown's, patted her chest twice, then clasped her hands together on her abdomen and tried to rock the chair as usual. Unfortunately, this plastic chair didn't have pulleys or a pressure kit. She tried twice, but it didn't move at all.
“Ahem!”
The princess coughed to hide her embarrassment, then jumped down from her chair, walked over to Khan and stood still. She took off her gloves, and lifted his chin with her white hands. With a look of triumph on her face, she sang in a hymn, "Then, Mr. Robert, as the Honorary Governor of the Vetro and Queen Districts, I pardon all your crimes and appoint you as one of my Royal Guards. May you not be pierced by spears and blades while you block the guns and cannons."
"Okay... okay?" Khan's mouth murmured uncontrollably. In that instant, the princess transformed into a life mentor, a guiding light. He realized that his previous life experiences were nothing but shit. Before meeting this descendant of the blood, he had wasted his life and all the fruits of his education. He felt like he had found a new purpose in life. A mere nightmare was nothing to worry about. He would escort this beautiful princess to the temple. No, he would send this descendant of the gods, who had wandered into the mortal world, back to where they belonged—even though he had no idea where the temple was.
The next moment, a strong feeling of dizziness came over him, and the scene changed rapidly. Khan, wearing his exoskeleton, appeared in the hangar of a huge space battleship.
Like most of the crew and passengers on the battleship, he had no recollection of how he got there, nor was he clear about the current time and location. He only knew the order he received in the last second.
fighting.
Yes, fight!
But why did he fight? What was he fighting for? For himself, for his future, for his descendants, for his family, for his wealth, for his country, or for the authority he had sworn allegiance to?
He felt like he was in a blackout from drinking too much, and now he could only painfully recall things from the distant past. A large part of his memory had been forcibly deleted, leaving him completely unable to judge the current situation.
"boom!"
An explosion erupted in the hangar, and those who had been frozen in place like him instinctively sprang into action, severing the various circuits in the damaged compartments, transferring supplies, rescuing the wounded, and searching for opportunities to strike back. Afterward, like robots lacking instruction sets and navigation data, they became lost in some secluded corner.
The warship stopped accelerating, the simulated gravity vanished, and those without electromagnetic adsorption equipment floated upwards, but they made no effort to struggle, as if they had lost all desire to live. Khan haphazardly tied himself to the grid of a nearby ventilation vent, preventing him from drifting further.
After a while, the lighting system also went offline, and the hangar was filled with dim red emergency light. Khan saw the external oxygen content and temperature displayed on the exoskeleton helmet display slowly dropping, but he could not understand the seriousness of the matter as before.
Then, he felt his breathing become difficult, his vision gradually blurred, his body temperature began to cool, and many strange thoughts appeared in his mind...
He felt a little closer to his late father, and was able to understand the old bastard's last words.
In the last moment before he lost consciousness, he heard the sound of the search and rescue team coming from a distance.
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