As Delta strolled through the sleek, metallic corridors of the Hyperion, her tail swayed playfully behind her, a stark contrast to the weight of her thoughts.
Delta: (I am aware of the multitude of questions that circulate about me, akin to the stars of my past existence. I wonder how I came to be here, and what my role holds. To put it simply, the captain informed me that I was brought forth from an expansive, timeless realm known as the Bubble Universe-an endless void wherein I felt utterly disoriented. Some might refer to it as being summoned, but it was a profound process indeed, it was an awakening. My spirit had been in aimless drift within that infinite expanse, and I clung onto my determination, a guiding beacon amidst the darkness
In the limitless quietude of the Bubble Universe, I felt like a mere whisper, barely existing while desperately clinging to the memories of my preceding life. The fragments of my time with Liliya and Y/n, were vividly alive, a contrast to my ethereal state. Rozaliya, once vibrant and brimming with hope, felt distant now, like a specter lurking in the shadows of my past. It was through the captain's unwavering strength and conviction that I was drawn from that infinite expanse and into this novel actuality. Whether it was the resonance of my indomitable spirit with the Hyperion or an inexplicable rift in the fabric, I may never know.)
It had been six months since she was pulled from the Bubble Verse, a surreal journey that felt both like a dream and a distant memory. With each passing day, she had adapted to life aboard this magnificent ship, immersing herself in the protocols designed to combat the anomalies disrupting the timeline.
Delta: (Six months have elapsed, and time takes on a peculiar way of bending within these walls...)
she remarks, observing the bustling crew members
Delta:( In the beginning, I was engulfed by a sea of overwhelming sensations , the vastness of the Hyperion, the intricate nature of its operations, the weight of my new purpose... Everything felt overwhelming. However, now I've discovered my footing, claiming my place within this cosmic ballet of existence.)
Delta had mastered the ship's complex arrangement and felt the beat of its systems flow through her. She had thoroughly trained, learning the complexities of each procedure and improving her abilities as an anomaly hunter. Her previous life as Rozaliya felt like a faded image, yet the abilities she had possessed had been changed into tools for a higher cause.
Delta : (Anomalies disturb the very essence of time and space, and it is my role to neutralize their threat. Each mission presents new challenges, yet with each challenge, I am growing in strength. I can't help but feel a surge of pride when considering how far I've advanced. I have learned to reset timelines, to turn back the chaos, and reestablish order. It's almost poetic to me, as if rewinding a film to reveal a more clear picture.
The procedure was both straightforward and demanded precision, a nuance I had honed through experience. When an anomaly materialized, she would identify its source and carefully neutralize the threat using her unique powers. It's akin to a careful dance-understanding the anomaly's very essence without allowing it to engulf her. With every successful mission, she is gaining a piece of her identity back, emerging as not just a survivor, but a guardian of timelines.)
As Delta was lost in her thoughts, contemplating her journey and the complexities of her new life, a familiar hand gently patted her on the back, pulling her from her reverie. She turned to find Bronie, affectionately known as Haxxor Bunny, standing beside her with a knowing smile.
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