Saber-2 fell. Not with his body, but only with his soul. The Deep ripped it away from him. Now, it dragged him into its darkest reaches. He felt he was drowning. A liquid seemed to fill his non-existent lungs. The panic he felt was uncontrollable. Slowly, Saver-2 felt himself give away to slumber, which, drifted him into unconsciousness. Suddenly, Saber-2 woke, not in Offtopica but in the shallow reaches of the deep. He was lying in a shallow pool of a dark, viscous liquid, which smelt of rotten viscera. Saber-2 jumped up, startled to see where he was. Suddenly, he noticed something. He felt with his touch. This was an odd sensation for him, for he was without for for a millennia. He could feel now! He looked at his hands. They were made of a pitch-black, slimy substance. Each hand had a four and a half fingers and a thumb. Saber-2’s heart thumped in joy. Excited, he began to examine the rest of his body. It was made of the same substance as his hands were. He had a body freed from that metal prison of a vessel! He jumped up in joy, then felt the pain of a flesh body. However, it was a welcome feeling. “Well,” Saber-2 said to himself, “You got to find a weapon and start your journey.” At that moment, he spotted his sword, Tatsu, laying in the liquid. How did it get there? Was this possible with all weapons? Quickly, Saber-2 picked up the sword, strapped its sheath across his back, and began his dark trek into the Deep.