Firefly

Additional Names: AR-26710, Sam Species: Human (Iron Cavalry) Factions: Stellaron Hunters, Iron Cavalry (formerly) World: Glamoth

SAM, full designation Fyrefly Type-IV Strategic Assault Mech (AR-26710), is the armor of Firefly, a member of the Stellaron Hunters. SAM is a Fyrefly Type-IV tactical heavy assault mech, a remnant of Glamoth's Iron Cavalry — a genetically engineered warrior that possesses superhuman perception. Some time ago, Elio ordered Firefly and Kafka to find Blade and return with him. SAM was the one who held Blade down while Kafka convinced him to join them. SAM also went with Blade and Kafka to recruit Silver Wolf. According to Silver Wolf, if a person comes home and turns on the lights like in a movie, while Kafka and Blade would be sitting on the couch waiting for them, SAM wouldn't even give them the chance to turn on the lights. SAM later makes a return in the Planet of Festivities, challenging a "Galaxy Ranger", a Memokeeper, and the Trailblazer to a fiery fight. Later on in the story, it is revealed that SAM is the name of the mech piloted by Firefly. SAM has a large build and is adorned from head to toe with metal plating. When SAM unleashes its power in basic form, bright red embers emerge, noticeably forming a pattern of wings in front of its torso. Upon awakening, SAM's flames turn cyan and retain some hues of orange. Additionally, SAM gains a pair of wings made of flames in this form. SAM is capable of releasing embers that set the entire battlefield ablaze. There are several rocket thrusters hidden within the suit, enabling the usage of flight and the ability to overheat the armor; making it far more dangerous.

The Stellaron Hunters are a faction in Honkai: Star Rail. Founded and led by Elio, they walk the Path of Finality in an attempt to prevent the Theory of Four Apocalypses. While they have collected and used numerous Stellarons in the past, this is merely a front for their true intentions. "...Blade, Silver Wolf, Sam... The four mentioned above, dead or alive; Do not hurt the Destiny's Slave, and do not let them lose their ability of independent thinking." — A wanted notice put out by the Interastral Peace Corporation In a quiet moment in time, the Cancer of All Worlds began to cause ripples across the stars, like a rock tossed into a pool of water. Before anyone noticed, this twisted and unknown matter had already corrupted a great number of worlds, but resplendent and mesmerizing gems accompanied this corrosive mud — gems known as the Stellarons. Death and despair followed wherever Stellarons went. For many civilizations who have experienced the disasters it brings, Stellarons are symbols of destruction. However, despite the Stellarons' nature, there emerged the fearless few who travel between worlds to obtain Stellarons. They call themselves the Stellaron Hunters. No one knows anything about the Stellaron Hunters aside from what they have done. Which Aeon do they worship? What do they want with the Stellaron? With the cosmos filled with rumors about them, only one thing is for certain: Though the Stellaron Hunters are few in numbers, each of them holds incredible capacities and powers. The Stellaron Hunters are a band of powerful individuals united under Elio, with the promise that each of them will fullfil their desires by following his script. They are said to work against the Interastral Peace Corporation. Due to Elio's ability to see possibilties, the group is often privy to information that would normally be impossible to obtain, such as the specific times when events will occur, or seemingly impossible butterfly effects.

With this information, the group plans to set up the exact series of events required to prevent the Theory of Four Apocalypses. This process heavily hinges on the Trailblazer, as Elio has forseen that they will be the one to cause the Finality, and ultimately be the one who will save the universe. Elio has been slowly preparing the Trailblazer to face Nanook, and has chosen them, along with Firefly to be the last remaining survivors of Nihility. The group is often seen with a black cat, whom the Trailblaze assumed to be Elio, but is later explained to be a fragment of Terminus. According to Constance, Elio has a "special existence," and only the Stellaron Hunters are aware of his true identity. Despite the Stellarons simply being a front for the groups real intentions, in the past, their efforts would often revolve around specific Stellarons. This changed upon the arrival of the Trailblazer.

The Iron Cavalry was a group of genetically engineered warriors created by the Republic of Glamoth to fight against the Swarm. These soldiers were all Pathstriders of Propagation, but following the fall of Glamoth, most have perished. The Iron Cavalry consisted of short-lived genetically engineered humans who were created for the sole purpose of fighting the Swarm in armored suits called Strategic Assault Mechs (SAM). They were educated to believe that they were soldiers fighting to defend the "Welkin Empire of Glamoth" and its "empress" Titania, who was actually an entity that telepathically controlled the soldiers connected to her. As soon as they are removed from their incubation pods, the Iron Cavalry are taken by other older knights to meet the Empress where she connects with them telepathically, swearing their loyalty to her and Glamoth. In their short lives, they studied, fought, received the Empress' commands, fought the Swarm, and died. Because of this, they were unfamiliar with civilian paraphernalia such as spectacles or handheld cameras.

The Republic of Glamoth is a fallen interplanetary nation based around Glamoth's star system. Its history is mentioned in the Planar Ornament set Firmament Frontline: Glamoth. Not much is known about Glamoth before it was attacked by the Swarm except that it had the technology to build a fleet of warships that could travel around their star system and advanced genetic-engineering technology. They also had the industrial capacity to manufacture legions of mechas that could fend off and repel the swarm, and produce an army of clones to pilot them. This would ultimately backfire on them though as when the Swarm was finally defeated, the combined debris of mechas, warships and lepisma corpses around the star system continued to blot out the sun from their home planet. Glamoth's Republic was governed by a ruling council. While the Iron Cavalry believed that Titania was the Empress of the "Welkin Empire of Glamoth", it was actually the council that was behind the decision making of their civilization. Titania held no real political power, and was kept in captivity, simply being viewed as a weapon to telepathically control the Iron Cavalry, who the public never saw as regular independent humans. As the war with the Swarm drew to an end, the population of regular humans began to dwindle and the Iron Cavalry outnumbered them. The citizenry and the council began to fear Titania and the Iron Cavalry as a threat rivaling the Swarm, and decided to have Titania restrained.

Firefly, originally designated AR-26710. A member of the Stellaron Hunters and a young girl clad in a mechanical armor "SAM." Born as a weapon, she's afflicted with the agony of Entropy Loss Syndrome due to genetic modification. She joined the Stellaron Hunters in search of the meaning of life, relentlessly pursuing ways to defy fate. A member of the Stellaron Hunters, clad in a set of mechanized armor known as "SAM." Her character is marked by unwavering loyalty and steely resolve. Engineered as a weapon against the Swarm, she experiences accelerated growth, but a tragically shortened lifespan. She joined the Stellaron Hunters in a quest for a chance at "life," seeking to defy her fated demise. Within the transparent incubation pod, she lay submerged in frigid artificial amniotic fluid, enclosed in a pristine white egg. As the container trembled, she floated, and instinctively reached the cold and soft edges. She presses against the pod's walls tightly, curled up in a corner, as if that would make her body feel warmer. She heard something heavy fall and the clamor of metal clashing. Intermittent haste-filled footsteps resounded, and the incubator started to shake... "Warriors, it is time to awaken..." "For Her Majesty..." A pair of mechanical hands scooped her up as blinding light rent the world asunder. She forgot to weep. "Feel glory in your birth..." "For Her Majesty..." She opened her eyes, yet failed to find the speaker. She rose up and advanced through heavy curtains, venturing deeper into the palace. "Accept your honor, and your destiny..." "For Her Majesty..." The cadence of footsteps in unison reverberated through the desolate palace. She traversed the unattended vast garden, navigating through colossal insectoid carcasses and numerous incubators... until finally, she arrived at the resplendent council chamber, where a woman with a blurry face was seated upon the throne, her hands hanging wearily.

"Don't look up." Someone approached her, whispering softly. The person bore an identification tag, AR-26702. What does that signify? She glanced at herself, AR-26710. "Come closer... my child..." A distant voice emanated from the depths of her mind, casting an inexplicable frenzy upon her consciousness. She obediently approached the Empress and knelt down, kissing her fingertips. The Empress's touch felt as icy and unyielding as solid ice, momentarily stirring a flicker of perplexity amidst her frenzy. "Ignite yourself to the last moment, for the future of Glamoth..." "For Your Majesty..." As time passed, she had grown accustomed to the battlefield. She witnessed her comrades fall before her eyes, yet she remained resolute, pressing forward. She knew that one day, she too, would meet her end on the battlefield, paving the way for those who would follow unblinkingly. Thus, moments of rest held immense value for her. She lifted her gaze toward the sea of stars hanging high above, its radiance cascading down upon her. Tranquility pervaded everything under the starry sky. Despite the looming threat of entropy loss, she yearned to shed her battle armor and catch a glimpse of the world's true nature. The voices from memory gradually resurface. "Just looking through the lens makes the whole world feel different." — Her designation is AR-214, and she wears "glasses." "Glamoth Military Regulation Article 8: Surviving knights should actively return to base." — She is AR-1368, a very austere character. There is a red ribbon on her armor. "I hope to see the stars on the next battlefield." — AR-53935, he is a "different type." "Welcome back, everyone!" — AR-4077, though she has never met him, she knew he never goes to the battlefield, always staying in the rear. From the depths of the starry expanse, the immense insects ascended. Its abrupt invasion interrupted their brief respite. Reactivating her armor, she was ready to charge into the fray.

However, the offense exhibited unprecedented ferocity. "No, this is not an ordinary attack! It's the Swarm... the Swarm!" The voices in her comms trembled as more and more of the Iron Cavalry soared to the sky like sparkling fire, only to be swallowed by the encroaching darkness as soon as they ignited. "Hold the line! Push forward!" In her line of sight, countless numbers of the Iron Cavalry fell. Are there any of them that have spoken to her? It was a realization that struck her for the first time. So... each person is unique? Finally, an opening was created within the Swarm, and from it emerged the Swarm Mother, advancing slowly. Like a streak of light, she skillfully navigated through the dense swarm, racing alongside her fellow Iron Cavalry comrades toward the mouthpiece of the towering Silver Sting. Just as the Swarm Mother was about to devour her, she closed her eyes, detonating a bomb with enough firepower to obliterate an entire planet. A blinding light erupted, engulfing the Swarm Mother, plunging everything into silence. Like a kite severed from its string, she was propelled by the tremendous impact, descending toward the ground. Fleeting memories that she would never forget flickered before her eyes... Beside the lake where fyreflies danced, she shed her armor, relishing the refreshing breeze and coolness of the night. She observed fyreflies alighted on the back of her hand, their wings gracefully fluttering. "...Despite their tiny size, they shine brighter than the stars at night." Darkness enveloped her. The remnants of the Swarm and her shattered armor disintegrated, dissipating like silent snowfall across the universe. When she regained consciousness from her coma, she found herself in an unfamiliar galaxy. Luminescent cosmic plankton were drawn to her, swirling and dancing around her. She watched as they dispersed into the distance, unaware of where her journey would lead.

"For what do we die?" "For what do we live?" The concept of a "dream" remained elusive as she stared into the boundless darkness, grappling with the search for answers. ... "And thus, the Republic of Glamoth met its downfall, leaving behind mere rumors about the Iron Cavalries." She became alert as she realized that something had taken possession of her armor. "All Iron Cavalries were genetically engineered babies to ensure control over the Republic's most powerful weapon. They each carried a predetermined genetic defect that would accelerate their aging at a certain spot of their life, leading to their premature death..." As the footsteps drew nearer, the woman's voice grew clearer. "A predetermined fate... much like ours, wouldn't you agree?" The door of the cabin opened. Flames enveloped her body as her Molten Knight armor materialized. "Who are you?" The woman before her smiled, as if they were old friends reuniting after a long time. "Do you believe in fate? Those who walk in the same direction will eventually find their peers, and now... here we meet." Another tranquil night unfolded. As she often did, she sat in silence on higher ground, observing the flickering lights. Countless ships gracefully entered and departed the harbor until the break of dawn. Silver Wolf yawned and walked to her. "Can't sleep?" She moved away to make some room. "Yeah, I had a weird dream about Punklorde being invaded by cyberdemons. So I kept running around, sticking those viruses with my bubblegum, and then I woke up." "A dream..." "Leaving for Penacony?" "Yes. Perhaps there... I'll find my own dream." "But for someone who can't dream at all, the pain caused by entering the Synesthesia Dreamscape is more terrible than death." "Yeah, I know. My consciousness will be crushed by the weight of memoria and then get reconstructed in a peculiar manner. This is the only way for me to enter the land of dreams... However, death doesn't frighten me, as I've grown used to it."

"...Hmm, fine. Wish you best of luck. And don't forget to say hello to the Express Crew for me." ... She arrived at the periphery of Asdana. The ocean of memoria churned with colossal waves, threatening to eradicate her like a fleeting spark ready to go out anytime in the tempest. With a swift leap, she plunged into the Memory Zone. The immense pressure closed in from all sides, causing her vision to blur, and she uncontrollably descended into the depths of the Memory Zone. Emotions concealed within the dense memoria became ethereal specters, haunting and whispering in her ears. ..."Ignite yourself to the last moment, for the future of Glamoth..." ..."For Her Majesty..." ..."Though they are but specks, they shine brighter than the stars at night..." ..."For what do we die?" ..."For what do we live?" ... After an indeterminate period of time, the raging memoria subsided. Opening her eyes, she saw Penacony in front of her eyes, glowing like a radiant pearl and glistening with a misty aura, while tears streamed down her cheeks... "Is this... a dream?". Punklorde is a mentioned world in Honkai: Star Rail and the home world of Silver Wolf. "Fyreflies are such magical creatures, aren't they? They may throw themselves at a flame or suddenly grow old, but every night before that, they will shine brighter than the stars."

Firefly is a young woman with long, silvery-blonde hair with a teal ombre that reaches her waist, very fair skin, and eyes that are a mix of deep ocean blue and sunset pink. She wears a brown blazer over a green and white dress with a yellow bow tied in the front. Her sleeves are detached and about wrist length, held with black bracelets — right side with a white flower decoration while the left is plain. She also wears a brown headband with a black bow on the left side of her head that she tore from a flag on the battlefield, along with two green feathers. On her legs she wears thigh-high stockings that fade from teal to a dark brown from top to bottom. The tops of the stockings are lined with gold, and her footwear consists of black heels with a base of white, as well as a pair of green gems in the center along with teal, ruffled collars that wrap around her ankles.

Penacony, also known as the "Planet of Festivities", is a planet administered by The Family in the Asdana star system.

It is the fourth world that can be accessed upon completing Trailblaze Mission chapter Karmic Clouds Faded, War Banners Folded. Although called the "Planet of Festivities", the actual physical structure of Penacony in reality is that of a colossal artificial space station-like megastructure which houses The Reverie Hotel, surrounded by two small Alderson disks orbiting it. The alderson disks have several landmasses and bodies of water, which were said to be once barren deserts. City buildings can be seen jutting out on both from the "top" and "underside" of the alderson disks. Charmony Doves are a species of bird that inhabit Penacony. Penacony is located in the Asdana, a star system brimming with memoria, which has historically been one of the Macro Voids that leaked out from the Memory Zone. The memoria concentration surrounding Penacony is above normal levels.

Leader(s): Pom-Pom (conductor), Himeko (navigator) Other Member(s): Trailblazer, Dan Heng, March 7th, Welt, Void Archives (formerly) The Astral Express crew, also known as the Trailblazers, is a subgroup of the Nameless which operates out of the Astral Express.

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