“Find the Fremen. Wake the Sleeper.” The Reverend Mother who gave me my mission used her voice to sear these words into my mind. When the Proteus was shot down, I believed it was over. When Zantara was butchering prisoners, I believed it again. And when I piloted that ornithopter into the oncoming storm, I believed it one last time. And yet, I live. “Find the Fremen. Wake the Sleeper”. I will.