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    "The Greatest of Plagues"

    in Fan Zone

    Posted

    Four

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        Sol was in pain.  A gaping wound in her shoulder gurgled blood, and she knelt down to relieve an intense sting in her right calf muscle.  Her intentions, whatever they could have been, were halted by these injuries.  Yet, her concerns were elsewhere, and the true pain, which she felt vividly, was in her heart.  She glanced upwards.  A glorious glimmer of golden light bounced off of the warframe in front of her.  It held its signature weapon, a katana comprised of pure void energy, low to the ground but pointed in her direction.  The warrior circled her, cautiously spiraling nearer with each step.  It moved methodically as she watched, and its stance was unmistakably hostile.  It approached within several feet, its face pointed down at her, and it lifted its ethereal sword into the air.  Sol closed her eyes and lowered her head, acquiescing to the defeat.  Then the sound came; the horrible sound.  Something else had come for them both.

        Sol opened her eyes.  She was sitting at the dining table of her Orbiter and alone.  An aura of fear swept over her.  It was never uncommon for her to imagine things; her daydreams and nightmares had always been so very real.  In her older age, however, time had proven these to be more accurately described as premonitions; side effects of her Naramon focus that kept her aware of her enemies.  Effective as they may have been, they tended to fill her with sadness and were a burden that she felt cursed to carry.  Her head fell into her hands, and she took a deep breath.  “By the Seven, give me strength,” she muttered.  With another deep breath, she rose from her seat and walked toward the outer doors of the compartment.  She touched a button on the wall and the doors slid open exposing her to the warm, outside air.

        Nights on Earth were very still and often very quiet.  This night was not much of an exception.  Sol folded her arms and closed her eyes as the tenuous breeze hugged her body.  It was a small comfort to the pursuing darkness that she felt.  They were blind without her Cephalon; it felt so very wrong to destroy it.  But she did what she thought she needed to do to in order to cover up the completion of the construction.  It would only be a matter of time before Dex, or someone else, would see through her deception and come for Saryn.  Before long, her disease could blanket the system; the “cure” would become their demise.  How could they fight such a perfect affliction?  A cool shiver ran up her back; the night’s air was cooling.  She opened her eyes and came back to the present.  With an exhale, she turned away and stepped towards her Orbiter’s interior.  Another shiver came, stronger than the first.  She became suddenly aware that this feeling was more than a temperature issue.

        Sol turned back towards the dark forest.  Her eyes widened and peered through the greenery surrounding her campsite.  There was a growing eeriness running about that she hadn’t earlier noticed.  Something was out there and near enough to tingle her deepest senses.  She squinted tightly.  She wanted to pull this feeling into view by sheer force of will, but it somehow eluded her.  Still, the evasiveness only made her try harder.  A screech floated up from far into the forest so low in intensity that she barely caught it.  She had heard the sound before up close from the subjects in her lab.  But the feeling she felt was something else; something closer.

        There was a tiny shift to her left, and her eyes darted towards it.  She saw something… but, did she see something?  The trees were there as they’d always been; the flowers sat in the soil as usual.  Still, there was, maybe, something else.  Sol stared intently at it, refusing to blink or look away.  It didn’t move, not in the slightest, in any direction at all.  Was it breathing?  Was it staring back?  Its stillness was inhuman; beyond possible.  She began to become skeptical of her own senses.  She rubbed her eyes briefly and glanced back again.  There was truly nothing to see.  Anything that may have been there was not there any longer.  A device on Sol’s collar suddenly chimed.

        “Sol?  Are you awake?” Samuel asked quietly.

        “Yes, what happened?” she said, convinced that his report would be where her feeling was coming from.

        “An Orbiter has hailed us.  Its liset will be departing for our location shortly.”

        Sol gave a heavy sigh.  “Now is the time.  Sooner than expected.”  She glanced up into the sky.  He’d be upon them in mere hours, if they even had that long.  “Samuel, please take Gray out of stasis, won’t you?  We may be in for a troubling night.”

        “Sure.  And shall I feed him?”

        Sol swept her eyes over the forest.  “There’s no need.  He will be fed soon enough.”

     

    "The Greatest of Plagues"

    in Fan Zone

    Posted

    Three

    Spoiler

        It was a calm evening on the green planet.  An occasional breeze would shift the faces of the large leaves and flower petals from time to time, but for the most part, everything was still.  There were exceptions; most were animals of some kind:  A wild kubrow whimpered somewhere in the distance.  A nocturnal bird hopped from a branch and took to the sky in search of a meal.  And then there was the shadow; the true hunter.

        He moved softly, but very deliberately.  The Lanka rifle strapped to his back was kept tight so as not to catch any stray branches or shrubs and cause any undue clattering.  His exterior was metallic and durable, but he had coated his outfit in such a way that drastically lowered light reflection.  He also padded the soles of his feet with an engineered, porous material that made whispers of his footsteps.  His Syndicate had trained him well.

        He’d traveled for several hours, sticking close to tree trunks and out of the sky’s light, when his path began to elevate up the side of a small mountain.  His breath deepened, but his gait had not slowed.  He welcomed the high ground; perhaps a scan of the horizon was long overdue.  After all, his quarry couldn’t be too much further from his reach.  Shortly up the path, an odd object caught his eye.  His entire body froze in place, and his eyes squinted into the darkness.  The thing did not move nor make any sound; it just sat on the ground, two feet high at most.  There were no eyes staring back at him.

        His palm slowly moved to a hilt near his belt; still no movement in the distance.  One step forward, and still there was nothing.  The man relaxed and closed the distance between the two of them.  Even with some obscurity from the dark orange hue of the evening sky, the thing had a hideous appearance when up close.  It was obviously long deceased; several days perhaps.  The mutated corpse, or what remained of it, had been slightly burned all over its exterior.  Its head was intact although corroded in several areas, but its lower half had completely decayed away.  The lower jaw hung open in a wide arc and exposed a short row of misshapen teeth; its grimace seemed to signify intense pain before its death.

        The man’s blade made a slow hiss as it was unsheathed.  He knelt towards the creature and poked the dagger’s tip into the body.  In most areas, it was dried and crackled at his touch.  However, further towards the decayed abdomen, there were several enlarged, fleshy spots with bumpy textures.  When he touched his blade to them, they excreted a dull green fluid that ran a short distance across the steel.  A mischievous smile spread across his face.  He lightly whipped the dagger and flung the poison into the air away from him.  The rest he wiped clean by rubbing the edge on the soft earth beneath his feet.  He examined the weapon for residue, grinning with pride at the sanguine petals of the Red Veil emblem near the hilt, and then he set it firmly in its scabbard.

        As the last light of day fell over the distant mountains, the man rose and let his eyes become accustomed to his surroundings.  At that elevation, more of the land came into view, and he was surprised to notice the faint outline of an Orbiter craft buried among some high trees.  He gripped the rifle at his back and brought the scope up to his face.  The lights of the ship were dim, but very noticeable under such magnification.  He scanned the craft and found identifying markings on its hull; the exact numbers he’d been instructed to find.  He snickered lightly.  “There you are,” he mumbled, letting his rifle slide to his back and hitch itself in place again.  Weapons stowed and adrenaline heightened, he leapt from his perch like a bird of prey.  His hunt was coming to an end.
     

     

    Revolted by Volt

    in General Discussion

    Posted · Edited by Windspike

    I like Volt the best of the starter frames, and I absolutely abhor both Mag and Excaliber.  (Mag, I don't need my bullets redirected because I'm actually a pretty good shot... thanks.)

    Now, I only say that to say this... what other people think of your frame does not matter in the slightest.  The forum community will always have something negative to say about your favorite frames because they don't like their concepts or don't understand or prefer their potentials.  If YOU like them, that is all that's important.

    shadow of the dead:the most weak ulti

    in Warframes

    Posted

    On 9/29/2016 at 0:45 AM, Matt89Connor said:

    ...the grenner faction can survive well to the decay because they have armor, but infested and corpus are weak...

    Disagree on all points, but I just had to stop reading when I got to this sentence.  Have you never had four or five Ancient Disruptors and/or Healers under your control before?

    In any case, I think it goes without saying that most of the people here think SotD is definitely far from the worst ultimate in the game.  Let's see your build.  I'm certain we'll find the issue there.

    "The Greatest of Plagues"

    in Fan Zone

    Posted

    5 minutes ago, LazerSkink said:

    I first want to say that I have yet to read One and Two; finished only the Prologue so far, but I want you to know I'm completely engrossed. There is a lot of emotion in your work and I want you to continue writing.

    Thank you!  That really means a lot.  Writing is like therapy for me, and it's a huge plus when others like reading it.

    "The Greatest of Plagues"

    in Fan Zone

    Posted

    Two

    Spoiler

        Dex drummed his fingers against the arm of his chair, impatiently awaiting a response.  Several moments later, the console screen illuminated.  A friendly smile greeted him.  “Sol, hello,” he said.

        “Dex,” her pixelated face nodded at him.  “Any results from your search?”

        “Our search, you mean?  Indeed there have been.  The Saryn chassis component blueprint has been found.  My Cephalon has nearly completed its construction,” he boasted.

        “That’s great news,” she said.  Dex raised an eyebrow; her facial expression did not quite fit her words.  “The other components have eluded me so far; these void fissures have been difficult to come by.  However, I’m confident that we’re closing in despite this small setback.”

        “That’s not surprising.  My codex tells me that your Orbiter’s Cephalon is disabled.  I thought the worst for a moment, not that any enemy could get the better of you so easily,” Dex said with a cunning smile.

        Sol snickered.  “Of course I’m fine.  Just some programming bugs.  Getting it replaced will surely be my top priority when I return to the relay.”

        “Good idea.”  Dex grinned.  “How about I come give you a hand?  My Cephalon is more than capable, and it’s been awhile since you and I wreaked havoc on the system side by side.”

        A shaky laugh escaped her lips.  “Indeed it has been, but I don’t think that will be necessary.  I’m certain that I’m getting very close.”  Dex tilted his head slightly.  “Besides, I’m sure your hands are full enough.”

        “Very true,” he replied, warily conceding.  “I’ll go ahead and inform the relay to get your Cephalon’s parts ready.  If they can procure them soon, I’ll bring them to you myself.”

        Sol gave a semi-nervous glance off screen.  “Affirmative.”  Her cool demeanor returned.  “For the Lotus,” she chirped, reaching for the console and terminating the transmission.

        The finger drumming began again.  Dex’s eyes did not leave the screen.  “Operator, I detected some peculiar voice inflections during your last transmission,” beamed the Cephalon voice from his Orbiter.

        “Yes,” Dex replied.  “She was lying to me.”  He leaned back in his seat and thought for a few moments.  “Cephalon, change our course immediately.”

        “I will comply, Operator.  What destination shall I set?”

        Dex scowled.  “Earth.”

     

    "The Greatest of Plagues"

    in Fan Zone

    Posted

    One

    Spoiler

        An electronic monitor flickered slightly as its input, a distant Orbiter reconnaissance device, zoomed in on the fleeing subject.  The surrounding foliage juddered wildly as the thing passed it, and flakes of soil flung up into the air every time an appendage clomped into earth.  Its erratic path suggested very palpable fear, and its purpose was clear; escape, life.  However, the set of eyes inquisitively watching the event from its space craft knew this to be a futile attempt for the creature.

        Pain suddenly reached a climax; the subject shrieked in agony as its determined run became a clumsy hobble.  Samuel watched the deadly spores on the creature’s back swell and contract, injecting a final slug of disease into their host.  The last of its biological defenses appeared to unravel completely as its flesh began to wither and flake away into the wind.  In mere seconds, its hind legs were vaporized.  Samuel winced in disgust.  The creature bellowed and whined, stumbling through a patch of shrubs and disappearing from the video drone’s maximum range.  The doctor lowered his head and shut his eyes.

        A nearby door hissed open.  “How far did they get?”  A young operative entered the room, glancing over her shoulder as a containment structure behind her slowly closed and locked on an emerald and gold warframe.

        Samuel glanced back towards the screen, reviewing the displayed information.  “Bio-scans show that the last one hit just over one kilometer.  The others died much, much sooner.”

        The youth looked up towards the screen with him and scowled.  “So far…”  She followed the drone’s mechanical pan across the green horizon; there were no spores or dissolved residue left, thankfully, but the disease had literally run rampant through the wild for more than a kilometer.  “The charger specimens are faster than I thought they were.”

        “They are more aware than we’ve ever realized.  They knew what was to come.”  Samuel replied, touching a small button.  The camera input spun around and began traveling back to the Orbiter.  “This is… unsettling, what we’re doing to them, Sol,” he sighed.

        She glanced at him.  “You feel empathy for the technocyte infestation?  It has not shown us any.”

        The doctor sat back in his seat and shook his head.  “No.  I mean, who are we to unleash this upon the Earth… to set this free among our entire system.”

        Sol leaned back on a console near the doctor’s chair and folded her arms.  “We can’t just sit by and do nothing.  We have no choice.”  Her eyes moved up towards the door to her warframe compartment.  She felt a coldness wash over her.  “We have to know her limitations.  All of them.  She is an abomination.  The projection of void energy into a highly contagious disease… it’s madness.”  She thought about the infamous transmission that she and the others found all those months ago; Ballas’s words had haunted her mind, given her constant nightmares.  ‘The greatest of plagues!’

        “Such power corrupts...”  Samuel agreed.  The moment was suddenly interrupted by an enchanting ring and dim, blinking light from a flat console.  Samuel slid his chair across the room and peered over a small, convex screen.  “Cephalon contact request.  Tenno coding.  It’s another Orbiter,” he said after a short pause.

        “It’s him,” Sol sighed.  “I’ll take it in my room.”
     

     

    "The Greatest of Plagues"

    in Fan Zone

    Posted

    I like to write, and I like Warframe.  So, I combined the two, and I plan on adding more later.  Enjoy this if you can, critique it if you'd like.

     

    Prologue

    Spoiler

    An unknown time.  An unknown system.  An unknown planet.

        Sol’s eyes were shut; she felt very warm and truly comfortable.  She lifted her nose into the air and inhaled, closing her eyes in solace over the pleasant fragrances.  When her eyes opened, the view of the surrounding fauna was perfect.  There were various species of flowers swaying in the breeze, and they seemed to be flourishing beautifully in their own little corners of the forest.

        Her chin lowered.  There were people in the distance; she was near enough to clearly see all five.  An elderly gentleman held a young boy in his arms.  The two of them were pointing towards a tall tree, admiring some scampering animal.  A woman was seated in the grass and sharing a laugh with a young girl as a man approached the two of them, seemingly to join in on their joke.  The group was happy, blithe.

        Sol felt herself smile and take several steps towards the scene.  The woman was the only one to sense her approach; her face moved upwards and their eyes met.  Sol squinted.  She took special notice of the woman’s eyes, the curvature of her cheeks and lips, that low slope of her shoulders.  Both of their facial expressions stiffened in unison.  She was staring at herself, an unmistakable clone of herself.  “Is this a dream?” she said aloud, at least she thought she did.  There was no answer, but the woman’s face slowly twisted, her eyes widening in fear.  Sol felt confused by the look, knowing that she meant them no harm.  Still, her intent was misunderstood; the woman began to stand and move away from her.  Confused, Sol glanced downwards at herself… and then she understood.

        Her hands were covered in something shiny.  She could see her veins through her glossy skin, and they burned and pulsed with an emerald liquid flowing through them.  Her wrists and the knuckles of her hands were encased in some metallic, golden material, as if she were wearing some form of biological gauntlets.  Her “flesh” was bright, engulfed in ethereal energy, but she was not in any pain.  She looked up again; all five members of the group were now staring at her, some in disgust and others in fear.  Her clone had pulled the young girl up to her feet and nudged her backwards.

        Sol’s body seemed to suddenly move on its own; her arms crossed and then flung outwards from her core.  She felt an explosion burst from her center and out of her arms so violently that her head was flung backwards.  Visual ribbons of green and gold swept through the air, twisting through the breeze yet somehow powered by her body’s sudden expulsion.  The ribbons began hitting the trees and flowers above her, leaving expanding fields of brown and black growth wherever they touched.  Leaves and threshcones fell from the branches, falling through the remnants of her energy and disintegrating in the middle of the air.  As her muscles relaxed from the force of the explosion, she let her eyes scan her surroundings.  The black scourge she unleashed was quickly vaporizing every leaf, every blade of grass, every tree trunk… and she felt in her heart that there was nothing she could do to stop it.  Then a spike of fear hit her heart.  Her eyes found the family quickly enough; she might have already seen what had become of them but initially refused to believe it.  The horror.

        The young boy still had his arms around the older man, and they were near to the ground.  The old one must have tried to dive away from the blast at the last moment, but his efforts were in vain.  Their flesh, what remained of it, had fused together in a black and purple collage.  Their faces were twisted up in agony, but it was clear that their lights were both extinguished.  The younger man was nothing more than a flaking sculpture of whatever her direct blast produced from human flesh; he was reaching for the young girl, and they had both taken the full force of her energy.  Sol’s throat tightened and she felt her stomach pushing bits up her esophagus.  It was then that she felt something at her feet.

        For the second time, she met the gaze of her clone, who had managed to grab at her from below.  There were red tears streaming down her face from the one eye that still remained, and her skin was as blackened and burned as the old man.  Sol knelt down slowly; she wanted to speak, but her lips refused to move.  She touched her middle and forefinger to her own mouth and realized that she didn’t have one; her fingers felt only metal.  Her clone’s pain was visible, and she struggled to open her lips.  With a violent cough that spurted blood several inches into the air, she groaned, “… Saryn.”

        Sol gasped.  Her eyes darted open, and her hands suddenly clenched at the thick blanket lying over her.  She quickly sat up in her bed, her heart racing violently.  The dream played over again in her head.  She whimpered lightly and wiped at a tear that was rolling down her cheek.  The horror… she thought again.  Her thoughts reached out across the room, through several doors of her Orbiter, and landed on the recently constructed warframe lying idle.  Her thoughts flowed to her in perfect clarity:  “We are not ready…”

     

    Saryn Spore Question

    in Players helping Players

    Posted

    The damage is not nearly as low as it seems.  I go with 250% range, 128% duration, and 194% strength.  That's three 38.8 spores on the initial popped spore spread to every enemy in a 40 meter radius (80 meter diameter) ticking every second for 15 seconds.  Take into account the subsequent popped spores from every other bit of area damage from enemies and allies alike (refreshing the spore ticks), consistent viral procs (compounded by her passive), and any toxin procs from you or allies increasing the damage, and her damage potential significantly increases.  It's not uncommon to cast spores on a osprey or something in the void and then turn around to see your disease ticks still rolling several rooms away a minute later (if you go with a high range build that is which I highly recommend.)  On smaller tile sets, even Ember and Mesa can be shadowed by her capabilities.

    The Hunt For The Rogue [OOC and Off-Topic]

    in Role Playing

    Posted

    My, my... quite a story going on here both in character and out.

    Greetings!  I read the original post for The Hunt for the Rogue, and it caught my interest quite quickly.  I've gone through around five pages from the beginning and five from the end of what's been written so far, and I hope that I can add to the epic tale you all have worked hard for here.  Just a couple of questions, sort of making sure I'm a good fit:

    - I'd prefer getting right into things and not reading all 575 pages in order to contribute.  Would that be acceptable?

    - I tend to make my entries longer than what I've see here.  (Three paragraphs at LEAST.)  I'm just a fan of content and detail, and I prefer this rather than shorter posts.  Are there any objections to that?

    - I would probably post once or twice daily, with exception to some less common occurrences where I could go on a roll with other participants for much longer periods.  Would the former ever be considered as not posting enough?

    Thank you!

    Ordan Karris

    in Fan Concepts

    Posted · Edited by Windspike

    I like the idea of putting Ordin Karris into the game, but these power concepts need work.  His 1, 2, and 3 won't scale into higher level content and open him up to dangerous situations.  And his 4... well, let's just say I'd give up on reviving him after a very short time of playing alongside him.  Maybe add a passive where Quick Thinking and Equilibrium are built into his frame... or something similar.

    I really do like what you're trying to do, but a large majority of our fellow Tenno will not be able to use him effectively I don't think.

    Unable to melee attack

    in General

    Posted

    I've had melee bugs happen to me about four or five times in the past year.  It's usually when I tap the melee button a large number of times in a short time (like when playing as Valkyr in Hysteria).  It's been so infrequent that I don't worry about reporting it, though I've heard of others having the same problems from time to time (also, so infrequent to really be a bother).  I've also just recently had all of my buttons shut down on me while playing as Ivara in a Void Capture mission.  The Stalker had just spawned, and I had just done a finisher after a Sleep Arrow to replenish my health with LIfe Strike equipped; all of my buttons were completely locked up except the up arrow that allowed her to walk forward at about half of a normal pace.  I figured that was just the Stalker cheating for a victory since I kill him on the regular... (I killed five bosses right after logging out and back in... he hasn't shown up for the rematch yet.)

    Please identify Archwing alerts better.

    in Missions & Levels

    Posted

    I don't mind Archwing missions.  In general, they're fun (when the enemies aren't bugged).  However, there are lots of times when I'm just not in the mood for them.  Please put something in alert titles that identifies them as Archwing missions.  Our previous star chart had this I believe, so please put it back.

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