Honkai Star Rail, But I Got Reincarnated as Uchiha Madara?!

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Meanwhile, on a Spaceship drifting through the cosmos…

Just as an enemy was about to stab a girl with purple hair, the blade suddenly vanished into a swirl of blue and purple particles, taking the enemy along with it.

"Cleaning up other people's messes isn't in my job description y'know, Kafka?" Silver Wolf said, chewing her bubblegum.

Kafka let out a sigh. "Yeah, yeah. Where did you send it, Silver Wolf?"

"Some random coordinates, not important. You care about where that Voidranger ended up?" Silver Wolf replied nonchalantly.

"Of course not - I'm just amazed at this fancy technique of yours, as usual," Kafka said, shaking her head and smiling.

"Just a little trick of messing with reality's data. I wouldn't call it fancy," Silver Wolf said with a casual shrug.

Kafka raised an eyebrow. "What were you staring at so intently just now? Let me see."

Silver Wolf tilted her head. "Herta's toys—a catalog of all the rare items on the space station. They've got some pretty cool gadgets in there."

Kafka leaned in, intrigued. "Like what?"

"Honestly, there's some wild stuff. You wouldn't believe the kind of tech they've hoarded up here," Silver Wolf replied, scrolling through the catalog.

"Show me!" Kafka insisted, eyes lighting up with curiosity.

"Alright, alright, just don't get too excited," Silver Wolf laughed.

"Like what?" Kafka asked, curiosity piqued.

Silver Wolf smirked. "There's this gun that rates any creature in its sights from 0 to 100."

Kafka frowned, clearly unimpressed. "..Doesn't sound very interesting."

"Aren't you curious about what score you'd get? I kinda wanna see mine," Silver Wolf said, a playful glint in her eyes.

Kafka shrugged, feigning indifference. "Fine. I guess we can swing by and check it out if it's not too far. What's the destination?"

"Just head down the corridor behind that door on the left. There's a room with some rare item stored in it," Silver Wolf replied, waving her hand casually.

Kafka smirked, catching on. "So that's where the Stellaron is?"

Silver Wolf looked at her. "That's where we can find out where the Stellaron is."

-After a bit of wandering, they finally stumbled into the secret room.

As they stepped into the secret room, Kafka took a moment to admire the Stellaron, its golden yellow glow illuminating the dim space. "Interesting, Herta is a member of the Genius Society, alright," she remarked, leaning in closer.

Silver Wolf's gaze drifted away from the Stellaron. "Hm? Look at that, Kafka. Who's that?" She pointed towards a figure slumped against the wall—a man with long hair clad in crimson armor.

Kafka squinted. "Now that's a sight you don't see every day. Who is he, a decoration?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but she was curious.

Silver Wolf chuckled, stepping closer for a better view. "Looks like he's got some sort of a big fan and a tiny sickle. How impractical. What's he planning to do with those? Choreograph a dance?"

"Or maybe he's just really bad at choosing weapons," Kafka quipped, shaking her head. "Still, it takes guts to look that ridiculous in a place like this."

Silver Wolf moved to inspect the armor more closely. "Think he'll wake up anytime soon? I kinda want to ask him about that fan."

Kafka raised an eyebrow. "What, and ruin our job?"

"I'll pass then," Silver Wolf passed, crossing her arms.

"Fair point," Kafka conceded, returning her attention to the Stellaron. "But seriously, what's he doing here? Is this part of Herta's genius plan too? Elio didn't mention of this person."

"I don't know." Silver Wolf shrugged, shifting her focus back to the mysterious figure. "Either he's apart from Herta's plan or there's some sort of radiation from Stellaron that caused him to die. From my data, his heart isn't pumping." She continued while looking at her power panel to see the condition of the man.

"True," Kafka admitted, her eyes still on the Stellaron. "But let's keep an eye on him, just in case he decides to jump up and become an impromptu bodyguard."

"Agreed. The Stellaron is up ahead, let's hurry." Silver Wolf replied as they both began to settle the problem in front of them which is the Stellaron.

Silver Wolf leaned closer to the panel for the Stellaron, squinting a little. "It has its own security system… I guess even for Herta, a Stellaron is no ordinary rarity," she muttered, tapping a few keys.

She felt a rush of excitement. Herta's tech was usually foolproof, but that just made the challenge more thrilling.

"Can you get it?" Kafka asked casually, knowing Silver Wolf can get it.

"Of course. Even the genius Herta can't compete with me when it comes to hacking," Silver Wolf replied, a smirk creeping across her face as she maneuvered through the defenses.

Her fingers started dancing over the controls with practiced ease. Nothing like a bit of digital infiltration to get the blood pumping.

"Good. Then I'll also count on you with the preparation of the receptacle," Kafka added, her eyes narrowed in focus.

After a while, Silver Wolf finally cracked the panel's code, turning off the security on the Stellaron. The tension in the air shifted as the system beeped in confirmation.

Kafka stepped closer, her eyes locking onto the glowing Stellaron. It pulsed slightly, almost beckoning her. She reached out and grabbed it, feeling a surge of energy rush through her.

"The receptacle's ready. Your decision," Silver Wolf said, handing Kafka a small panel with a knowing look.

Kafka held the panel, her fingers brushing over its surface. "Elio said this decision will bring a lot of changes," she said calmly.

Silver Wolf nodded. "He also said it must be you who makes it," she replied, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed while looking at the dead man with crimson armor with interest.

Kafka stood there, feeling a mix of anticipation while having a calm mind. "Alright, here we go," she muttered with a smirk.

She grabbed the panel, and with a quick twist, it morphed into a box, tossing it to the panel back to Silver Wolf as the panel automatically slid into place.

She pushed it deep into the slot, and the atmosphere shifted, buzzing with energy.

As if on cue, a figure began to materialize beside them. Kafka leaned forward, intrigued.

-A woman with striking gray hair emerged.

Kafka leaned in closer, watching the lifeless body before her with a mix of curiosity and determination. "How much does she remember?"

Silver Wolf, leaning against the wall with her usual nonchalance, shot a reassuring glance. "She'll remember you," she said, confidence dripping from her words.

Kafka got closer to the body. Stellaron glittered in her hand. "Time to get up," she murmured.

-Carefully, she inserted the Stellaron into the lifeless body.

After a quick chat with the lifeless body that suddenly came to life, Silver Wolf cut in.

"How much longer, Kafka? The Astral Express is coming in soon, and we really don't want to be spotted," she warned, glancing over her shoulder.

"I know, Silver Wolf. Just give me one more minute," Kafka replied, still focused on the newlywed body, eager to keep their conversation going.

After chatting for a bit, she suddenly felt everything around her slow down. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to process it all.

She honestly didn't get everything Kafka was saying, but something about her words stuck.

They felt important, like pieces of a puzzle she had yet to figure out. She knew she wouldn't forget this conversation, whatever it all meant.

After a while, a guy spoke up, his tone a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Weren't their coordinates sent out from the space station?"

The female voice responded with a hint of annoyance in her tone. "Who cares? They're here and they're alive. Do they look like mannequins to you?" She was clearly annoyed by his question.

The male leaned closer, checking Stelle's heartbeat. "Weak heartbeat and pulse. March, you better do CPR," he said seriously.

March's eyes widened. "Huh?! Hehe... I-I've never done it before! Dan Heng, you do it!" Her hands fidgeted nervously as she glanced back at Stelle.

Just as Dan Heng was about to lean in, Stelle's eyes shot open. "Wait—stop it!" March exclaimed, pushing Dan Heng's face away with surprising urgency. "She's awake!"

Both of them froze, staring at Stelle in disbelief then relief washing over their faces.

March leaned in closer, showing her concern. "Are you alright? Can you hear me? Do you remember your name?"

Stelle blinked, confusion clouding her eyes as she held her head. "I... don't remember a thing," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

March's brow furrowed slightly. "Aw, that isn't good.. Can you try harder? I'm sure you can at least remember your name." Her voice was encouraging, though a hint of sadness crept in.

Stelle rubbed her temples, focusing. "M-my name is Stelle..." She finally managed, relief washing over her face like a ray of sunshine breaking through clouds.

Stelle watched as Dan Heng stepped forward, his calm demeanor somehow grounding her. "Stelle? Nice to meet you. My name's Dan Heng, and this is March 7th." He gestured toward March, who smiled brightly.

Dan Heng's tone shifted to something more urgent. "This space station was just attacked by the Antimatter Legion. We came to help with the rescue at the request of Lead Researcher Asta."

As he spoke, he pointed to a man in crimson armor lying still on the ground. "And is that your friend?"

Stelle turned to see the man. "I... I don't know," she confessed. "I don't know anything about him."

"Don't worry," March said, kneeling beside Stelle. "We'll figure everything out together, alright? You're safe with us."

Dan Heng nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Let's check on him and see if he's okay. If he's your friend, we need to help him."

March felt a mix of fear and determination. "Right... Let's do this." She took a deep breath, trying to shake off her anxiety, and focused on the man in crimson armor.

Maybe if they could make his heart pump again, he would help her remember who Stelle was—and what had happened.

March knelt next to the man, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "A small sickle and... What's that, Dan Heng?" She pointed at the impressive white Gunbai propped against him.

Dan Heng crouched down beside her, taking a closer look. "I've read about that in a book. It's called a Gunbai," he replied, shaking his head slightly. "It's usually small. Why it's so large, I have no idea, but it's definitely... Impressive."

March giggled, imagining how clumsy it'd be to swing such a massive weapon around. "Yeah, I can't get over how huge it is! What if he swings it and knocks someone out? That'll be a mess.".

"Exactly," Dan Heng said, his tone serious yet light. "But that sickle, no matter how small, could really hurt someone if someone's not careful." With that, he reached over, gently grabbing the sickle from the ground.

"Good call! We don't want any accidental injuries around here," March chimed in, her expressive nature lifting the mood just a bit.

She brushed her hair out of her face and looked at the man again. "I wonder what happened to him. He doesn't look too good."

"Neither do we, really," Dan Heng replied, a hint of a smile creeping onto his face. "But we'll figure this out." He set the sickle aside and glanced at March. "Let's focus on checking if he's okay first. After that, we can dive into the mysteries."

March nodded, her enthusiasm bubbling up again as she leaned in closer and started to check his pulse.

"Right! We've got this!" She flashed him a grin, her optimism as infectious as ever.

As March checked the pulse of the guy in crimson armor, she couldn't shake off that nagging feeling in her gut.

His heartbeat was there, but it felt so weak, almost like a flickering candle.

"Dan Heng, his heartbeat is weak! What should we do?" She exclaimed, trying to stay calm, but the urgency in her voice betrayed me.

Just as Dan Heng was forming a plan, the guy shot up like a spring-loaded toy and grabbed her wrist! March felt her heart dropped straight into her stomach.

"Ahhh!" She screamed and yanked her hand away, stumbling back. Seriously, how does someone in that much armor move so fast?!

Dan Heng was quick on the draw, pulling out his spear and aiming it right at the man. She could see the tension in his muscles, ready for anything.

"Who are you?!" Dan Heng demanded, his voice steady, while March's heart was still racing from the shock.

The man in crimson armor remained completely silent, just staring at them with an intensity that sent chills down their spine.

What was going on? March glanced back at Dan Heng, his expression unreadable but focused.

March wished he'd let her do the talking. "Um, hey! You okay?" She said, trying to sound friendly—or at least, less terrified.

The guy didn't respond. It was like standing in front of a really cool statue, one that might come to life at any moment.

"Should we—like, help him?" March suggested, feeling a mix of sympathy and hesitation. "He doesn't look like he wants to hurt us… At least I don't think so…"

Dan Heng kept the spear steady, his eyes narrowed. "Let's not do anything rash, March. We don't know if he's a threat. We need to figure out who he is first."

She nodded, glancing back at the man again. "Okay, fine. But still... Kinda creepy.

Dan Heng just stared back, and March felt a weird sense of curiosity creeping in.

What had brought him here? What did he want? She just hoped that they wouldn't regret trying to reach out.

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(Don't worry about the lines. I just like the aesthetics of it. Tell me if you want it to be removed. - author ᗜ ˬ ᗜ)