“How long has it been?” Kaladin asked, spitting fluid from his mouth.

“Three thousand years, old friend.” a deep voice pierced his mind. “Much has happened.”

“By my calculation, it has been 3,107 years.” a female voice echoed through the empty room.

“Run diagnostics, Pilgrim.” Kaladin told the A.I. “How did you wake me, Fel?” he asked.

The enormous Vog shifted inside the room and clumsily pointed to the roof, “Pilgrim gave me access. She resisted at first but remembered me from when you first fell asleep. Her mind is fragile, however, it was damaged.”

“I am running on 15% functionality. My mainframe was damaged in the blast. Unable to fix main functions. Limited access to personnel.” Pilgrim spoke softly with a melancholy voice.

“Where are we?” Kal asked both Felkuru and Pilgrim.

“Unknown,” she responded immediately. “The effects from the bomb disconnected me from the network and the planet’s plating has shifted.”

“We are in the mountains of a kingdom called Vulkira,” Fel answered. “There is something far more important you will want to hear.”

“Give me a moment.” Kaladin shakily stepped over to the panel on the table and ran his hand across the screen. “Prepare my F.S.A.P. suit, Pilgrim.”

“Manual override required,” she said. “Identification required to access F.S.A.P. suits.”

Kaladin placed his palm on the scanner, his muscles and bones aching from centuries of sleep.

“Access granted.” Pilgrim chimed. “Welcome, Kaladin Valhorn. You must open chamber manually. Please open when ready.” a hiss came from across the wall and a red light blinked over the manual handle.

Kaladin walked over to it, still naked and shivering, and reached down to grasp the cold metal bar. Pulling it up, he twisted then pushed it back into the socket.

Another hiss came from his right and a large panel slid from the wall. Stepping up to the nano-gel, Kal stepped inside and was sucked in further.

The nano-gel engulfed him, solidifying around his body, forming the inner suit of armor. It was soft and comfortable as it would be the cushion for any impact. A moment later after the nano-gel fully formed around him, long mechanical arms stretched out and placed each piece of Frostrium steel plating onto his body methodically. Each piece gently situated perfectly and slowly molded to the nano-gel sealing the armor to his body.

“Do you have a color preference?” Pilgrim asked.

The standard color was light blue, a similar color to the Frostrium steel’s natural hue. Nano-gel could be color changed in an instant as long as they were inside the chamber.

“Dark metallic grey. Keep the Frostrium plates as standard.” Kal ordered.

“A fine choice, Kaladin.” Pilgrim praised. “Your F.S.A.P. suit is complete.”

Kaladin was pushed outward from the chamber and he lightly dropped to the ground, warm and rejuvenated. The F.S.A.P. suit boosted his vitals and he felt back to normal again. The cryosleep was a past side effect now.

“Kaladin,” Fel said to him from across the room. “Humans rule this world. You need to know that I fused with a from this kingdom.”

“Humans can survive a fusion?” Kal asked. “How are humans on Isulia? I haven’t seen one in my lifetime.”

“Unknown,” Pilgrim said over them. “I am unable to scan the planet's surface.”

Pilgrim kept answering questions Kaladin asked but what she didn’t know is that Felkuru and Kal were communicating with their minds. Kal usually spoke aloud in response however, it was a habit he had formed the first time they had bonded.

“Humans arrived on a ship not two hundred years after you reset the platings of the planet,” Fel said. “They have been here ever since. They crashed landed here and were unable to leave.”

“Hm. It must have been an old colony ship from when they had their exodus.” Kal guessed.

“Perhaps,” Pilgrim said. “If you were to provide a sample of their ship I could estimate their time of arrival and origin.”

“There is something else.” Fel sounded urgent. “You told me you had friends on this planet.”

“Yes.” Kal looked over at him. “Why?”

“Many years ago, I met a human named Armin who ruled over the lands in which you said they’d be.” Fel began. “I fused with this human as well. Before he died he had revealed a way to wake you and he also had two Emarine beneath a castle in his lands.”

“Two!” Kal shouted. “Did you see who they were?”

“I’m afraid not,” Fel said. “I did however see that they were in ‘Kligira’ as the king called it. My currently bonded human has seen them and they are awake, however, I am unable to see what he sees unless I force a connection.”

“Well. Can you force a connection now?” Kal asked.

“I am sorry. I do not understand your question.” Pilgrim interrupted them again, unable to hear Felkuru.

“I can. But I am afraid each time the human comes closer to his death. It was not a successful fusion as his mind was too frail. I fear if I force it too many times, he will die.”

“I see. That is a problem. Do you know where they are now?” Kal asked the Vog.

“I am sorry. I do not understand your question.” Pilgrim said again annoyingly.

“I saw into his mind four days ago. They were in a castle called Riqun in Kligira.” Fel said. “Though it is a far distance, we may be able to aid them with whatever is causing him such emotional turmoil. We will find your friends with them. I have already sent my daughters to scout ahead.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Kal asked. “Let's go find them.”