ON INDEFINITE HIATUS 《■ □ ■ □》 Six. That was the number of months that had passed since Noah came to Saint Freya as a Valkyrie. He had no memories of his past. He was found in an abandoned laboratory with nothing to call his own but his name. All he had was an internal drive, a single command to fight for the future of humanity, and a gift. He was given a natural Stigmata--the mark of those who can fight against the Honkai without succumbing to the unique form of radiation that nature's envoy employs along with summoning a host of inorganic monsters and natural disasters into the world. He had already passed A-rank and could finish college-level exams with ease, but he could not work with others. He had already been sent to quite a few subjugations for high-level threats. He was sure that only a life of fighting solo had awaited him. That was until he was transferred to the Fifth platoon under the wing of Lieutenant Commander Murata Himeko, where he met Kiana, Mei, Bronya, and so many others that allowed him to feel...human. He found himself longing for more of the leisurely days, but as fate would have it, the very people who changed his life were destined to be the center of a storm. -------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction. Honkai Impact 3 and its elements apart from my original work belong to MiHoYo. Just know that some things here will be my headcanon, as well as original elements. Cover c/o canva.com, but I got the Schicksal logo from google. I also made a variant that was my art, but this looks better. I might change several things later on, just like this synopsis or Tank-type to Chariot Beast. So in the meantime, please enjoy it.

Sergeant James was not a normal human, but he was far from unusual. In fact there was many humans like him. He is a Valkyrie, a type of soldier specifically trained to combat the Honkai beasts. Superhuman soldiers capable of fighting Honkai beasts head on. His career as a Valkyrie has been rather hectic, fighting in a near death situation was normal for any Valkyrie. But through hard work and sheer dedication he was promoted to be a high ranking officer, and became included in one of the best squad of Valkyries in the history of Mankind, along side a great amount of respect from his squadmates and fellow Valkyrie. But one unusual mission has led him to encounter a small girl. And his life had an unexpected turn, one which would lead to making his life to be on the run. On the run from the very people he called his comrades. All for the sake of this girl

A thunking sound permeated through the hallway as a young man dragged himself to the far end of the hallway. He sighed and coughed along the way, wiping off his sweat with his rumpled shirt. His hair stuck out at odd angles with a few patches shorn inches too short. He looked down at his chest and put a hand to the left side of his ribcage, wincing at the pain he felt. He continued to trudge on to the room at the far end, head held low and muttering along as if in a trance. "I... am Morgan Avery... Sole child... Of the Avery Family..." Each breath he took seared a deeper pain in his ribs, each step weighed more than the last. At last, he reached the room. He then sighed heavily, face flushing into a deep red... And pushed the doors open to the infirmary, bustling with activity as various women carried trays of colorful liquids in little bottles to people sitting in the reception area. One of the younger women sitting on a bench near the door smiled, tapped his elbow, and asked, "Hey, did Monty hand you your ass?" Morgan nodded, looking around at the sights in front of him. "What you lookin' for?" The same girl asked, "Err... Montgomery told me to look for the stig marks..." The woman's eyes widened at his statement, and motioned for the girl at the reception desk. "You could've made it so much easier... You're Morgan Avery right? Don't bother, hey! This guy has to get to S-340!" One of the women in a standard nurse uniform approached them, hands still in gloves after handling a tray of the colorful bottles, and nodded at Morgan before she stalked off. Morgan took a few steps before looking back and asking, "Can you at least tell me your name? I'd like to thank you properly." "Don't bother." "Alright, see you later Miss Bother." The woman shot him a deadpan gaze as he turned to follow. She smirked and whispered, "Kid's got a brain alright."