Honkai Star Rail Starting With Judgement of Shamash

"Huh~, why are you so hard to deal with?"

Orion's eyes blazed with a fierce fire, but it wasn't his own.

A crystal-shaped moth sped towards him, its body ablaze with intense flames.

Orion raised his hand and shot. The moth shattered into pieces with one hit.

"The thirteenth one."

Since being teleported to this desolate town, Orion has faced all sorts of monsters, aside from just people. The last one he encountered was a common type—wild machines, irrational humanoid monsters, and explosive robot hands, with countless more waiting.

Orion climbed onto a roof, taking cover by a thick chimney to rest briefly.

"What is this place? I definitely can't stay here for long; I need to evacuate quickly."

He looked around at the low buildings, damaged walls, abandoned factories, and scattered mining equipment. It was clear this was an industrial town connected to mining.

Orion searched for signs of people but found nothing but old miner ads and rusty toolboxes.

Inside the buildings, there was no food, only burnt-out coals and a ransacked kitchen.

"People must have evacuated."

He considered trying to contact the Astral Express crew, but his communicator had no signal and most functions were non-operational. It was practically a brick, useful only for basic photography and video recording.

"Contacting the crew is the top priority, but survival comes first."

Orion stood up. After returning from the space station, he'd been looking for ways to improve his melee combat skills. While the Kaslana's gun skills were impressive, they were based on inherited stigmata, and he needed personal experience to fully master them.

Besides shooting, he wondered how else a gun could be used. He decided it could also serve as a strong melee weapon.

Most lights were out, so Orion peered carefully in one direction.

"There's a fire, but it should be far from me."

Spotting what could be human activity gave him some relief. Where there are people, there could be groups, and with numbers comes strength. At least he could inquire about the Astral Express.

He followed the light he saw.

"Sister Natasha, do we really need to come here to find supplies?"

A boy with curly hair and a slightly freckled face, timid and thin, spoke up.

"Don't be afraid, Peter. Think about everyone in the orphanage. We're only going to the outskirts of this town, near where your family once lived. Trust me, I'll protect you."

The voice belonged to a young woman, about seventeen or eighteen, with short gray hair and purple eyes. She held a lamp casting a faint light, revealing her strength through the powerful gun she carried.

"But I heard from adults that there are many monsters here."

The gray-haired woman comforted the boy, "Peter, you're the oldest child in the orphanage. If it weren't for this emergency, I wouldn't bring you here. But our resources are running low, and we need to find what everyone needs. Trust me, okay?"

Hearing this, the boy's fear lessened. Though he was almost as tall as the woman, their relationship felt almost like mother and child.

"Okay, sister. I'll lead the way."

"Good boy."

After defeating the 21st monster, Orion felt a bit weary. 

With his current strength, he could handle ordinary small monsters barehanded, but in this town, the large hammer robots and centaur-like creatures were a challenge. If the robot couldn't be eliminated with three shots from the Judgment of Shamash, he would evacuate immediately.

With multiple monsters around and the Judgment of Shamash causing chaos, if Orion can't handle the situation quickly, it might be the end for him.

"It's getting closer."

Orion spat out some phlegm. Despite having plenty of supplies, if he didn't find food and water soon, his combat effectiveness would drop, jeopardizing his entire mission.

Peter and Natasha made their way through alleys and around the square, deliberately moving slowly to avoid attracting monsters. They clearly knew their way around, suggesting this wasn't their first time here.

"We're almost there. My sister is at the two houses ahead. There's a big green sign in front of Teach's bakery. After we pass his place, my house should be nearby. We might find some leftover medical supplies in Dad's clinic."

"I hope so," Natasha said, her purple eyes wary. There seemed to be more monsters around than before.

Most monsters only move if they hear something, so they likely came from elsewhere. They couldn't let their guard down.

The two carefully crossed another bridge, pressing against the wall to stay hidden, until they reached a wider street. A prominent green plaque marked the bakery Peter mentioned.

"That's the one, sister..."

Natasha quickly covered Peter's mouth as she spotted a giant robot with a chainsaw nearby. The robot's chainsaw was off, but its presence was dangerous. 

Natasha made a shushing gesture and picked up a pebble. She threw it, and it clattered across the street, catching the robot's attention and starting its chainsaw.

"Now."

They moved quickly but quietly, passing the bakery sign and reaching an inconspicuous white iron door.

Peter nervously pulled out a key. "This is it." His trembling hands fumbled with the key.

Natasha reassured him. "Don't worry, Peter." Her calming presence gave him the courage he needed. He managed to unlock the door.

Inside, the clinic was simple—a table covered with fabric, a blackboard with colorful drawings, and a sign reading "Peter and Dad's Clinic."

Peter felt a mix of nostalgia and sadness. Natasha followed him to the back room, filled with scattered medicine bottles and debris. Despite the mess, she found several unopened medical kits.

Natasha packed the medicine, knowing it was crucial for the sick children at the orphanage. Without Peter's family home, she wouldn't have been able to help the kids.

Peter stared at the consultation table where his father used to sit, overcome with emotion.

"Let's go," Natasha said gently. "It's not safe to stay here."

Peter wiped away his tears and composed himself. The memories were painful, but he was determined to protect his sister. 

As he approached the door, a cold sweat broke out. Through the small window in the white iron door, a cold, mechanical red eye was staring back at him.