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Honkai Star Rail - Isekai'd With A Stellaron Within

Author: Meritas

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Chapter 1: Lost In The Snow

"Where even am I?" 

The words seemed to leave his lips as quickly as the thoughts swirled around his mind. It was nothing but a foggy sea of fragmented information: bits of his past, his name, and nothing else about how he had gotten there. The cold, as harsh as it was, proved to be the least of his worries. With a fool's fake sense of bravery, he threaded the snowy lands, walking through the harsh snow. 

"I'm Mark; I'm 19, and I know for sure this is not where I'm from. Where even am I?" 

His questions flowed, moving along the tip of his tongue, and yet no one could offer him an answer. His eyes closed for a moment, as if providing shelter for his thoughts to hide in, and yet the very moment the darkness enveloped his vision, fear ran through him like a bolt of lightning. 

"The price...for power costs...balance must be kept...within you, take this...your soul a glimmer of hope...he who seeks...the ending..." 

His mind rattled as the images of his body floating through the darkness struck at once with the power of a thousand suns. Nothing made sense; nothing that he had known clicked in that moment, not even the notion that it could all be a dream, for the cold against his skin felt like blows to his very being. 

"What even is that memory? Who was that...or more likely...what was that?" 

His arms wrapped around himself to try and shelter his body from the cold. Nothing could answer his questions, no matter how much he tried looking left and right. Before his very eyes, snow ruled eternally, down to the last speck of ground beneath his feet. Partially frozen, the snow felt like sand beneath his feet, grainy and solid enough to accommodate his weight. 

"Never have I walked on snow like this...so solid...and so vast..." 

His breath quickly turned into fog, lingering in the air for a few moments before dissipating like his life up until that point. No logical thought could answer his questions when he knew that, just a little while ago, he had finished his finals and was finally ready to enjoy his freedom. 

"Nothing but dust in the wind now..." came the words in his mind, ravaging what little stability his mind held. Slowly, the cold got to him, making his movements sluggish, slow, and steadily eating away at his life. 

"Heh... is this how I die?" 

The words met no answer again, and yet he saw something move—a tiny someone coming closer as his vision darkened. 

.................... 

Warmth. Fleeting thing, and yet it enveloped him to the brim. He squirmed a bit under the weight of his own limbs, trying to regain control over what should have been his frozen corpse. Bit by bit, light came into his eyes—light for which he had never been more grateful to witness. He scanned the area, a tiny room with bland colors and shades of brown that seemed to blend in well with little variation. The bed itself was soft, and the sheets kept him warm. 

With stiff limbs, he sat on the edge of the bed, trying to look around. To his surprise, his clothes were dried up and neatly put aside on a chair. His usual pair of large, black pants with the side pockets he so loved lay beneath the large white shirt he wore before somehow being taken to that frozen place. For a second, he thought it all a dream, until a short gaze out the window revealed a familiar place—one that no logic could explain. 

"Is this... no way, no, it can't be... Belobog?" 

A sharp pain struck his head, coming along with a flood of thoughts—the memories from the game that the town was in. He couldn't recall all, and yet he knew enough to realize that the place he was in was the ever-frozen planet, Jarilo-VI. 

"Agh...just my luck... Not sure if I should be happy or annoyed that I nearly died..." 

He put together what little he recalled, and he soon figured out a possible case scenario for who it was that saved him. 

"Lynx...must be her...and judging by the view from this window, the place I am in should be close to Serval's workshop, if not right there..." 

He stood up, the large clothing he wore reminding him of pijamas. 

"Wait... if my clothes are there... then..." 

He let everything linger as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, calming down his mind. Without hesitation, he checked in to make sure that no one had mingled with the privates, and to his relief, nothing had been touched. The sigh that left his mouth carried the weight of the world on itself. 

With the thought that someone had to undress him in order to change him into dry clothes, he changed back into his attire, and surprisingly enough, the temperature was warm enough that, despite the frozen landscape, it felt like summer. Changed back into his clothes, with his sportswear boots on, he headed out, having made up his mind as he gathered every piece of information he could recall, even if not all he knew came to him. 

"Price... those were the words of that being, whatever it is—a price for some sort of power I'm unaware of, and yet it must be dormant somewhere within. Who knows what it is, or if the price is my memory, but it would make sense. Balance, so knowing the entire future would ruin it... and thus, I got power, lost memories, and all that... it sure makes sense, and yet it feels like a bit of a stretch, but who knows?" 

With those thoughts in mind, he stepped out of the room into a long hallway, the simplified design giving it a tinge of an eerie look, one that reminded him of horror movies where something would just appear from a wall or someplace he'd least expect. 

As he made his way down the hall, he could hear two people talking, with a tinge of worry in their tone. 

"Where exactly did he come from?" asked who he thought was Serval, due to her familiar voice. 

"I have no clue. No one should be able to leave the city as they please, and judging by his attire, he's from no normal place. The Underworld seems to be a possibility, and yet even that is a stretch considering that it is isolated from the outside world." 

Judging by the voice, he thought it to be Gepard, her brother, and sure enough, he was right. With a steady hand, he knocked on the wall, since there was no door. Both turned to face him, and Serval's face betrayed a hint of relief, while Gepard was a bit more on guard. 

"Seems like a good choice for the captain of the Silvermane Guards, and yet I shouldn't be much of a threat. After all, they had enough of a chance to check if I had something on me, like a weapon or whatnot." 

His eyes met those of Serval as she got closer, a tiny smile on her face. 

"There you are. Finally awake. How did you even end up lost in the blizzard outside the city?" 

Right at the core of the matter. He tried to betray no emotion, even if his heart was in deep turmoil. The thought that his family, his life, everyone he knew, and all he had done left him in shambles that he couldn't reveal. However, one thing annoyed him most: he had to take his finals, and only then was he sent to someplace far away. 

"Lost...outside the city...I have no idea..." 

His words rolled out in the most monotone possible way, leaving both Serval and Gepard stunned. However, he was telling the truth, even if partially. He had no memories of getting there, no matter how he looked at it. So, instead of saying he's from another world or something, he chose to mold the truth to his liking. 

"You...don't remember? That's a new one. Amnesia?" 

He nodded. 

"Partially. I do recall some details, like my name, age, whatever... and yet I can't seem to recall how I got there... speaking of that... how did I end up here? I recall having almost died from the cold." 

She nodded, all while Gepard watched from behind. Their eyes met for a brief moment, as if testing the waters, looking into each other for any falsehood. None was found, despite the partial truth—after all, it was no lie, just not the full image. 

"Oh, you sure were in luck. It was our little sister; she found you during one of her expeditions. She was so worried that she covered you with all she had on hand, then ran for help. Gepard, my brother right here, was the one who carried you back." 

Gepard nodded, a silent 'no problem' between men, which he was quick to catch and reply to with the same gestures. 

"I see... so you're all siblings, got it. Well, thank you all for the help. I think I would be out cold right now if not for you. Also..." 

He tried to gather the courage to outright ask it, even if the question made his cheeks heat up a tiny bit. 

"Who changed me out of my wet clothes?" 

Serval stared at him for a bit, yet she couldn't help but laugh out loud at his question. Gepard sighed and shook his head ever so slightly, crossing his arms. 

"Oh, so that's what you're worried about? Well, don't be... I made sure to be gentle." 

He nearly choked on his own breath at those words, yet laughter caught on to him as well. They both shared a lighthearted moment, much to Gepard's dismay, yet at the end of it, she switched back to a more serious mood. 

"Anyway, now that we're done with the jokes, do talk about yourself and what you remember. Your name, age, and who knows, maybe we'll be able to figure out where you came from." 

He nodded, recalling the most basic bits of information about it. 

"I'm Mark, aged 19, and I have literally no clue as to how I got here...more like how I got out there, in the blizzard, with no equipment on me or anything that could help me survive." 

"Oh, Mark, nice to meet you. I'm Serval, and I already told you about Gepard. It's good to have a name to attach to the face." she said as she studied his face intently. For a moment, Mark could feel the tiniest hint of a smile appear on his face, and yet he held it in—barely, it did come out as a half-assed one. Her eyes quickly took note of his defined jaw, his hazel eyes, and the slightly large nose that added the finishing touch to his features. He was young, yes, but his gaze spoke silent volumes about the depth of his character, treating her own eyes with a gentle glance. 

She pulled away, taking a step back, then looked over to Gepard. She gave him a tiny nod, to which he answered by lowering his guard. 

"Guess I passed some sort of test right now. Alas... sooner or later, I will have to start talking about the stuff that I know. One way or another, if I am here, I have to prevent a few deaths from happening, starting with that of Cocolia... yet how am I to actually make it work?" 


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
Meritas Meritas

Hello, everyone, Meritas here. Finally came back with something new, after leaving the world aside to focus on my studies and other things I had on hand. Well, hopefully you'll enjoy this series and stick around for more. I'm not sure about any schedule when it comes to posting, but I sure hope to be consistent and keep a good pace. Let me know if there's something specific you'd like to see along the way, since I might be able to fit it in the narative. Until then, peace out and Deus vult.

Chapter 2: Meet The Crew

A few moments passed, during which Mark nearly felt his breath clog his lungs as the gears in his mind kept spinning over and over, trying to come up with some sort of plan. Needless to say, he knew that he'd have to wait for a while, at least until they came into town and stuff started going south. 

"I should return to my post. Mark, make sure to not cause trouble around Belobog, understood?" 

Mark simply nodded towards Gepard, not even thinking about causing trouble... yet. 

Serval waved her brother goodbye, then turned back to face Mark once more. 

"Now, since we're alone here, I guess we can finally talk about what the future holds. If you wish, you can stay over for a while in the spare room you woke up in." 

Mark glanced at her, his thoughtful gaze on display as he thought about it. With a small sigh, he bowed his head slightly. 

"That would be truly helpful. Thank you, lady Serval." 

She chuckled in response, motioning for him to stand straight. 

"No need to be so formal, Mark; you're making me feel old." 

She gave him a tiny smile, one that held more warmth in it than he had expected. 

"Just take your time, and perhaps your memories will return at some point. No need to rush, alright? Make yourself at home." 

He gave her a tiny smile back, his expression softening as his mind cleared up, leaving nothing but the present moment there. 

"I will. Thank you." 

Time went on in an uneventful manner, and Mark found himself enjoying the quiet life. He lent a hand wherever he could to Serval, making himself of use around the workshop. 

"I might not be the smartest guy, but I sure am willing to learn some new stuff. It's pretty cool to fix these things, even if they're fairly simple in terms of technology compared to most of the stuff I'm used to from back home. But then again, they're merely household items, nothing as complex as the robots that lurk around and stuff." 

As the dim outside light made its way in through the window, he took a seat near Serval, watching her work. Her hands moved with a dexterity that impressed him, leaving no shadow of a doubt that, indeed, she is a researcher and experimented engineer to her core. Bits of her past came to him, as well as flickering images of what would soon be. The crew coming into town, Cocolia being aflicted by the Stellaron's influence, and yet parts of the story remained a secret to be unveiled. 

"You sure love watching me work," said Serval, her voice calm as she focused on the machine in her hands, barely glancing his way. 

Mark smiled a bit, letting out a soft sigh. 

"Well, perhaps I just like watching people do the things they like, or just work on whatever, as long as they enjoy it. There's not really much to me staring, truthfully." 

She shook her head slightly, letting out a low grunt as something didn't work the way she expected it to. 

"Well, as much as I love it, it sure gets frustrating whenever things tend to have other issues that aren't visible at first glance." 

He nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. Even he could recall the times he had to search on the internet for whatever issues his computer had, only to be met with hundreds of possibilities. 

"Yeah... can't argue with that..." 

Brief was the silence that settled, and yet it felt comfortable, like a warm blanket wrapped around a freezing Mark. He simply followed her movements until she wiped her hands clean using a piece of cloth. 

"I'm heading out to get something I need. Make sure to not run off into places you're unfamiliar with, alright?" 

Mark chuckled, waving a dismissive hand at her as he just crossed his legs on his chair. 

"No worries; in the worst-case scenario, I might hurt myself trying to make a makeshift weapon or something in here; no worries about me." 

She raised a brow, staring at him with a tinge of a dumbfounded expression. 

"Mark... what are you thinking?" 

He shrugged, feigning innocence. 

"Nothing; you know me, just a guy. No worries, just go outside and have fun as you go fetch what you need." 

He walked over to the door, holding it open for her, motioning with his free hand towards the outside world. 

"Come on, I'm a big guy; I can handle myself. Plus, a tiny cut never hurt anybody too much. I'll be fine." 

She gave a loud sigh, relenting beneath his chatter that never seemed to stop unless she just took his word. 

"Fine, but if you break anything, I'll get mad, so make sure to not ruin anything while I'm out." 

With that, she went outside, and Mark closed the door. He took a deep breath, then turned towards the equipment and the various pieces that were scattered around the workshop. 

"Let me see... a steam-punk-styled sword seems like a good choice, yet I don't really know how to use a sword the proper way. Heck, I'm still making one, but I also need something easier to use... let me see..." 

His eyes scanned around some more, focusing on every bit of scrap and metal until his eyes fell on a long metal pipe, which was around his height. With a satisfied grin, he grabbed it and checked it a little, giving it a twirl. He wasn't the definition of strength, even if his stamina was more than decent, but that metal pipe was going to do one fine whacking job. Satisfied, he put it aside, then began working on the sword of his—or at least something reminiscent of one with a spin on the aesthetic. 

It was his first ever time using a welding machine, and he was having a blast. Sparks flew and the blinding light engulfed the workshop, and yet he kept working relentlessly. The mask was enough to protect his eyesight, yet his sweat rolled down his forehead like beads. 

Slowly but surely, his creation came to life. From a rectangular chunk of steel that was thin enough to be sharpened, he cut away the shape of a blade with a long bladeless side on the bottom to weld it to the rest of the handle. With a larger cog, he made the guard right atop the handle, which was in turn made out of a piece of a thinner pipe. In the end, he welded everything together as well as he could, making sure to exaggerate how well put together the pieces were, welding perhaps a lot more than needed. 

In the end, he made sure to try and sharpen the blade as much as possible, giving it the pointed tip needed. 

"Well, what should I use for the handle? The metal will surely slip out of my hands, so I need something to improve my grip. Rubber? Perhaps it would work. Hmm... what else could I use? I have no idea." 

His eyes roamed over the nearly-finished sword, the traces of rust visible along the blade, with the edges being a smooth silver gray with traces of scratches. As he held it up with both hands, he realized just how long he had made the blade. The blade was around a meter and a half, being decent in terms of weight, yet he didn't care. Heavy or not, it was his first sword, made by his own hand. He liked it. 

"Now to find some materials for the handle." 

As his eyes darted to the side, the front door swung open, revealing Serval, followed by the three people he was waiting for: Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng. 

"The heater you saw is just a standard Geomarrow radia..." 

Serval's voice died out as all eyes fell on Mark, who was still holding his sword up in the air. Silence fell around them for a moment, and Mark tried to brush it off with a deep sigh. 

"Yeah... just a guy doing random guy stuff. Moving on, everyone, moving on." 

March looked over at the sword, accompanied by Stelle. Dan Heng didn't seem to be impressed by it—just the type of reaction Mark was expecting. Meanwhile, Serval stepped closer and looked the sword over. 

"It could use some more work, but you sure have a knack for weird stuff. The last thing I was expecting you to do was make an actual sword. I didn't take you for the type to improvise weapons out of scrap." 

Mark shrugged, simply placing the weapon on the wooden workspace. 

"Meh, just a tiny something, but yeah, I have tendencies. Anyway, got some rubber or something I could wrap the handle in to make sure it won't slip out of my hand?" 

For a moment, they both forgot about the members of the Astral Express and went on to finish. Serval found a circular piece of rubber, wrapped it around the handle, and used something akin to a blowtorch to quickly shrink it and fit it nicely. Mark grabbed it, nodded, then gave the sword a healthy swing, stopping just before touching the ground. 

"Great. Thanks, Serval. Now," said Mark as he glanced over to the crew, "we should focus on our guests here." 

He motioned to the others, who were still watching intently, as if taking in the slightly unusual sight. 

"Ah, yes, my apologies. I invited you here, and yet I got carried away. Take a look around. This is where the magic happens." 

"Thank you for the invitation," replied Dan Heng, his usual voice devoid of excitement. He was calm and composed, far more than Mark had seen in the game. On the same note, some details did vary from what he knew. Their heights were different, and he barely noticed it. Dan Heng was slightly shorter than him, but not by much. Meanwhile, Serval was a head shorter, with March being even tinier than that. Stelle, on the other hand, reached comfortably to his chin. 

"Damn, here I am just realizing that, in fact, there are differences between the supposed 'real life' and the game that I know. No limitations here; I better keep that in mind." 

As March and Stelle glanced around the shop, talking with Serval, Mark went ahead and started a conversation with Dan Heng. 

"Heh, seems like you're not from around this place, am I right?" 

He knew very well what he wanted to learn, and yet he played it coy, asking questions that didn't reveal much about his knowledge, shrouding it in a coat of sharp senses and attention to details. 

"Yes, you are right about that." 

Silence lingered for a moment, yet no one said more. 

"Cunning guy, this Dan Heng. He doesn't trust me; it's clear. Smart choice, though." 

Mark took a moment to rearrange his thoughts, then spoke in a lower tone, nearly lowering it to a whisper. 

"Look, I know you come from beyond the stars, all of you. Members of the Astral Express, right? I don't want to make a fuss about it, but I might be able to lend a hand in all of this. For now, just go about your day, alright? I'll do my best to help if something arises." 

Dan Heng shot him a sidelong glance, studying him silently with crossed arms and a cold, calculated approach. He mulled it over for a few moments, then gave Mark a brief nod, answering just as quietly. 

"Fine, just don't expect me to trust you out of the blue." 

"I didn't even expect it. You're not that much of a fool to trust this random guy without a solid reason. But for now, take my word as it is: I wish to help." 

Having said that, they merely watched the others walk around the workshop, then stood and sighed in sync as March and Stelle fiddled with something Serval had given them to work on. 


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
Meritas Meritas

Here I am, with a new chapter. Somehow made time to write this one the very next day. Yeah, don't get used to it. I write whenever I have time, but from now it'll suck since I have to watch the entire game on youtube since I need details and all those things. Don't expect me to be to be so quick the next time (or do, who knows?). So yeah, enjoy, please leave a review, some comments (since any interaction shows me that people care enough to read this) and have fun. Peace out and Deus vult, everyone.

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