Thread:TheJanadianKing/@comment-28815651-20161230001000/@comment-30700719-20161231013748

I duck to avoid the knife. However, the knife still manages to hit me in the temple. As I lose conciousness, I tell ICARUS to boot up the cloning machine back on board the submarine. As my current body lies dying, a new one-identical to the old-is being created on board my submarine.

As I wake up, I am weary for a second, then a wave of dizziness, memory and awareness washes over me. I am a pilot. I am back. I am TheJanadianKing.