SOS CH 28: ARE YOU NOAH? (Patreon)

Noah's step echoed quietly in the hull of the ship as he continued to observe things on his way.

He was still surprised by the lack of crew members necessary to main this ship. The fact that they were still flying even with everyone dead or in the ruins was proof of the craftmanship that was used, it truly a work of art.

‘And those are just the work of pirates. I wonder what the galaxy looks like.’

—-We will soon have as much information as necessary though I doubt we can use much of the information coming from a pirate.

‘Heh, and you will be wrong. Honestly, to understand a place, few people are better than the active criminals in that place. After all, they need an even deeper understanding to not get caught.’

Of course, this depended on when the criminal was someone big rather than just some small-time crooks that could be found everywhere.

But clearly, the 40 thieves could be…

‘Wait….Morgiana talked about a bounty, right?’

—...

Sigh~!

Noah had the urge to facepalm as he realized that he had just lost fonds by devouring those pirates but soon he shook his head. There was no need to think like this. Ever way he was going to get rich after getting the right of this planet and it wasn’t like there weren’t more pirates to kill.

Surely Omid’s head would bring more rewards than all those he killed previously, right?

—Are you not worried about making enemies with the Pirates?

‘This could indeed be troublesome. It wouldn’t do if they somehow attacked earth because of me.’

He tilted his head when he finally arrived at the garage before snapping his finger as if he found a genius idea.

“I guess this means I just have to put down all of them, right?”

While having no enemy was without a doubt the best, having all your enemies dead and buried was without a doubt very close second.

Furthermore, Noah had no intention to hide himself like a coward. He wanted the world to know his name, he wished to become renowned through the universe itself and alongside him…The name of the 13th constellations would also be known.

‘Heh, who knows? Perhaps the others are already known?’

During the project Ark, a few of the constellations had been chosen to helm the ship that would travel the galaxy.

He did not know what happened to them but he knew his friends. They would never die without leaving a big splash. Perhaps they even created a new civilization on another planet and became known by all.

—You seem to have rekindled some hope.

‘Without hope, I would have gone crazy long ago.’

—Even more crazy you mean?

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is why I can’t discuss things with you. How can anyone see me and think I am crazy?”

He shook his head in disappointment and started fiddling around.

The garage was huge, very much so, and from the trace he saw, as well a the few pictures around, it was used to house the large group of Mecha that was being held here.

“Didn’t know they made Mecha this small nowaday.”

He hadn’t been able to really notice it when it was from the camera video but here, looking at the different containers, he could have a better understanding of how tall they were and he was pretty unimpressed.

In his memories, even the smallest Mecha was in the 10-meter range and those were rare.

Most mecha could not be controlled by one person as they worked on the principle of Full Neuronal Link and the Dive System. They were generally manned by groups of five specially trained soldiers so that they could share the strain and the pain.

This was one of the reasons why the constellations were special. After all, they were part of the very few who could control a Mecha without assistance. This gave birth to faster time responses and more fluidity in the battle.

Finally, only the Constellations could use the Dive system without having their mind fried instantly or howling because of pain.

‘Heh. Good time.’

—Humans are truly barbaric.

“True. But such sacrifices were necessary for our survival. If it was not us, it would have been someone else. The whole sacrificing a few for the many.”

—I cannot comprehend such a concept. We are ones. We are all part of the Great Mind. We do not sacrifice the few for the many or the many for the few. This is the ideal society.

Noah scratched his head by reflex, though all this did was scratch his helmet, “We already had a discussion like this. I am not some grand philosopher or societal researcher, I just know that I refuse to have my awesome self be absorbed and part of some great whole. I am me. I am the best. I am Noah. Nothing more, nothing less.”

—But…Are you really still Noah?

Noah did not answer and finally opened the door of the garage like he had seen them doing so initially.  He would have to jump after…

‘Ah…’

It was only after the door opened wide and the wind started rushing at full speed, thereby making him lose his footing and sucking him toward the exterior that Noah remembered that —

One, he was at a high altitude.

Two…He had no such thing as a hover or anything to slow down his fall.

“Fuuucckk!!!”

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(AN: Pretty short chapter but I kinda wanted to show more of Noah's way of thinking.)

Question in terms of formatting. I am talking about thoughts.

Do you like thoughts like this

Noah thinks: ‘Damn, I am hungry.’

or Noah thinks: Damn I am hungry

Some of my formatting is still all over the place like when using Bold and so on. I generally just winging it but eventually, I want something clear so that readers don’t actually have to guess.

For the time being, I think I will separate ‘thoughts’ from mental command.

So for example, let’s say Adam running a Mech. He is fighting and he thinks, ‘Damn, he is weak.’ Then he goes and gives the mental command: Deploy super shield.

If italic is decided to be used for thought I think the mental command will become like this:  Deploy a super shield