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    Bursting Forward! Nova's Journey Diary

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    I need to watch more of Xenosaga: Episode I, II, and III video game cut scenes so I can get a better idea of what works best for Chiron's current baby in progress.

     

    Whilst I am away doing this (I'm an hour and a half into a seven hour long movie for episode I), I am going to hold a contest.

    It's like this folks:
    You are to try your hand at writing-- I want a personal essay--limited to 2 pages worth--from each of my readers who participate detailing one of their warframes much like I do with Chiron, Laze, and Maenadae for the separate ones I own. Give them their story, their personality, parts of their background, life, etc.

     

    The winner will get a surprise friendship bracelet from me sent to them in the mail hemp choker I just completed today!~♥
    I will judge these by originality, imagination, and proper writing structure. (So if you can't use paragraphs, proper punctuation, grammar, and spelling, it's an automatic disqualification.) As a hint of what colors it has... It has rainbows. :3 But you don't know how it looks until you win, no?

     

    The deadline for submissions will be Monday, July 22nd 6pm MDT. Send a personal message my way for my e-mail once complete. ^^

     

    Current Participants:

    frogs2345

    Vauban

     

    A clanking of metal could be heard beneath his feet. He was in a vent shaft ready to start a raid mission. He recognized the type of robot he saw, a shockwave moa, with about 6-7 or seven crewmen. He waited for a clearing in the traffic, and then crashed to the floor out of the vent. Before he left the area he magnetized the vent to the roof so nobody would notice. He wore a Vauban warframe, and he liked to think he was stealthy, but often missed that goal by being seen by a menial goon, such as a crewman or camera. He moved forward towards his objective, unseen by many of the crewman. As he approached it he noticed something odd, an excess of enemies was guarding this artifact. It had to be something important.

     

    “This should be easy” He said to himself, as he repelled down from the roof of the artifact room. He first locked the doors then started the hacking sequence to reveal the artifact. At first, he thought it was going to be a normal artifact, in a containment cube like every other one, but as it was revealed, he realized it was something more. He looked closer to see a weapon, like a normal Paris he had seen but with robotic bits on it to form an aiming assist system and some other parts he did not recognize.

     

    “There it is, grab the artifact and get out of there” said Lotus, as he grabbed it and slung it around his shoulder. He undid the locking sequence and closed the storage unit, leaving a surprise for the Corpus inside. As he was climbing the cable to get back up to the roof he decided he would wait a moment to see the carnage. Almost immediately after the locks disengaged 4 Corpus techs scrambled into the room like a bunch of idiots.

     

    “You have another objective Tenno, Uncover information on the weapon you acquired, and while you’re at, it inquire about its capabilities.” Lotus said, with excitement in her voice.

    As He listened in to the conversation of the techs he was intrigued by their obsession with the weapon.

     

    “Check the logs, and see if anyone has been in here within the past few minutes.” One said, this one was in an odd yellow uniform.

     

    “4 attempts at access I the past hour sir, all of them authorized by your signature” said the tech working on the console.

     

    “Then how on Neptune did the doors lock and no sirens trigger?” said the Yellow Tech.

     

    “Sir, I don’t know” said the tech at the console, with fear in his voice.

     

    “Well go figure it out at the mainframe!” yelled the Yellow Tech with anger in his voice, as he slapped the red tech at the console and kicked him out of the room.

     

    Soon another Tech walked over to the console and started reading various files and sensor readings, but stopped abruptly with grave news in front of his eyes.” Sir, Project Karina has been stolen.”

     

    “No, this cannot be!” yelled the Yellow Tech. "My prized creation has been stolen!”

     

    “By a Tenno, Sir”

     

    “A Tenno you say?” the Yellow Tech said with intrigue.” I guess we’re on a manhunt boys! Search every corner of this ship. Lock down every airlock on every Corpus ship within 3 parsecs! I want the Tenno found and his head on my desk with Project Karina beside it!”

     

    Almost as soon as the speech was over the other Techs ran out and triggered alarms. The Vauban ran through the vents as fast as he could, trying to get to the airlocks. Meanwhile, the Yellow Tech was opening the containment unit to get a better look at what stole his experiment. The unit hissed to life raising out of the floor and revealing several grenades charged with electricity ready to explode. The Tech yelped in pain and screamed “GET THAT VAUBAN!”

     

    The Vauban was charging through hoards of crewmen with the help of his Shade. He one by one collected data masses about the weapon he had picked up. He headed towards the hangar and started running towards the airlock. All of the sudden, he ducked for cover. His shade sitting on his shoulder, his was always very weird acting, he looked up to nearly have his head shot off by a railgun moa partnered with a fusion moa. He pulled out his Scindo and quickly smashed them both to bits before heading to the airlock with his ship waiting for him. Just as he was about to reach the warframe rack he found himself trapped and quickly surrounded by Corpus Techs and the one Yellow tech who spoke,” Give me the weapon back and I promise I will go easy on your memory wipe. If not I’ll take it from your dead hands myself.” In a quick motion the Vauban pulled out a clip of Kunai and started throwing them, and killing everything in sight. Moas, crewmen, Techs, and all were in a pile of sparking rubble, with only the Yellow Tech left standing.

     

    “Very impressive, Very impressive young Tenno. Now give me the weapon or I’ll have to rip your arms off.”

    As the Tenno sat the data masses down he started to take a weapon off his back, his Hek shotgun, and quickly blasted the Yellow Techs head into the wall. The Tenno finished off the tech and walked towards his ship, the mission was over.

    “Very impressive Tenno, I’ll see you back at base.” said Lotus with a giggle.

    As he took off his helmet, and took a deep breathe said,” Not funny Lotus, Not a bit.”

    Bibliothekar

    https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/25283671/Warframe/Sessifret.pdf

    KF5AQX


    I am Loki.

    I am alone.

    But I am not lonely. I walk a lonely path, full of darkness and death. I am a god of the battle field, but I am not evil. I defend my friends, trick my enemies. I fulfill my orders. I am Loki.


    The anthem thundered in my head as the ship approached. The anthem of the Loki, the select few who were gifted with the ability to control the battle field, not through strength, but through cunning, trickery. Like the god of old, I stood alone, feared and hated by my own family, my own clan.

    I would redeem myself for my failure, for my lack of attention. I would prove myself an asset, a help to the clan.

    The fighter shuddered, clanked, then stilled. I was at the ship. The door opened, folding outward, then sliding inward, silent on it's servos. I dropped, twisted, landed in a deep crouch. It was dark, humid, a point of light visible in the distance. A service tunnel, doubtlessly to the reactor core.

    I turned toward my ship, mentally sent the command to detach. There was a hiss as the vacuum of space roared inward, the air sucked from around me. I ignored it, and detached the bow on my back, sliding an arrow from the quiver smoothly. The head glowed dimly, filling the tunnel with white light. I knew it was filled with pure energy, capable of melting through the thickest armor in milliseconds.

    The tunnel was long, but I traversed it quickly. It was not for nothing that I wore the frame of a racer, of a runner. There was a fan, spinning slowly, on standby mode. I carefully drew the dagger from my back, glowing with the red heat of the liquid fire contained inside, and inserted it into the edge of the fan. The fan blades hit it, and ground to a halt. I ducked forward, moving through the small gap in the blades, careful to not let the quiver knock against them and make a single sound.

    The room within was dark, the only light from the glow of the river of slag below. I knew it flowed to the smelter, where it was poured to great the thousands of Grakatas the Grineer army required. It was not my concern. I withdrew the dagger, noticing how similar the slots in the blade were to the river below. I shook myself. It was a lapse in attention that led to my dishonor. I would not repeat my mistake.

    I sheathed it on my back, and continued. The stairs to the left were empty, so I descended them. I was here for one reason. I would not be shaken from my path. The walk way curved to the right, then blossomed around a pillar. I ignored the panel mounted on it, and continued on, curving to the left and approaching a door.

    My helmet HUD sent out a pulse, detected several life forms beyond the door. I nodded. It was a foolish hope to be able to approach her completely undetected. I sent the mental command to my armor, and instantly vanished. I knew my energy systems would hold only for a limited time. The door opened, and I rushed past, barely seeing the five Grineer Lancers in front of me, focused on the one I knew was the largest threat.

    My dagger leaped into my hand, as eager to redeem itself as I was. The woman in front of me was a monstrosity, standing nearly three feet above my own head on her robotic legs. The Gorgon cradled in her arms would tear my armor to shreds in seconds.

    Unless I tore her own.

    My jumped, my feet precisely placed, pounding the small of her back and knocking her forward. She suspected nothing, and pitched head first to the floor, the Gorgon, held loosely, clattering away. The blade in my hand bit deep, penetrating her armor like it was rice paper, and severing the life giving flow of blood in her neck. She convulsed under me, then stilled with barely a sound.

    The Lancers stared. Here was their heaviest unit, their first line of offense, laying dead on the ground, felled with out a sign. They were stunned, scared. I knew they wouldn't remain that way. I left the dagger in the neck, rose to my feet, and drew back my right arm. The Glaive on my wrist moved, seemingly of it's on violation, spinning and clicking as the blades extended. I whipped my arm forward, released.

    The blade pinwheeled, nearly in slow motion. Then it impacted, ripping the Lancer's head off and ricocheting to the walls, bouncing back and taking off the knees of the Grineer. The others now switched their gaze, still unable to comprehend what had happened. I reminded them.

    The arrow slammed into the lead one's chest, penetrating his heart, and killing him instantly. His corpse fell backwards, slamming into the one behind him, knocking him to the floor. Another arrow followed, hissing into the one in the rear's head, and pinning it to the metal wall behind him. He slumped, held in place by the lethal instrument through his skull.

    The last Lancer now realized what was happening, and wheeled, heading for the panel nearby, doubtlessly to raise the alarm. The quiver on my back whirred, crafting new arrows for me to fire, but it wouldn't finish in time. The dagger was my last chance. I reached for it, dropping the Paris in my hand, and grasped it, wrenching it loose. The Grineer was nearly at the panel.

    My hand raised, marked the Grineer, and then the room flashed. I stood in front of the panel, the Grineer behind me tripping over the corpse of the gunner and falling, flailing, to the ground. He had not suspected the teleport, and suspected even less to suddenly be atop the corpse of his commander.

    The dagger flashed, released from my hand at the peak of it's movement, sailing across the room. The Grineer staggered, clutched at the hilt protruding from his chest, then fell, laying across the first victim of my rampage.

    I raised a hand, activated the magnetic generators on my wrists. The Glaive vibrated, then spun into my hand, the blades retracted. I reattached it to my chest, already striding toward the small pile of corpses where my dagger and bow lay. The Lex on my hip was heavy, but not needed now. I shunned the noise it caused, preferring the silence and shadows of my Paris.

    The dagger was already burning a hole around itself, searing off the traces of blood and gore on it. The bow was undamaged, the ceramics and metal used in it's creation able to withstand enormous amounts of force and damage. The quiver on my back clicked once, then fell silent, it's bounty of death refilled.

    The elevator ahead was my target. The room was clear, according to my HUD, and I knew I wouldn't have to engage in open combat again soon. Gunners were rare, usually deployed in high risk areas or cross roads, not in every room.

    The next room was nearly empty, with only a single Marine in it, his Strun held lazily. I ignored him and continued on, feeling the micro fusion reactor in the small of my back already refilling my energy supply.

    The next room was large, fully capable of holding several full squads. It was a drop off point for the ship's cargo train, on the floor below. The rails were where I needed to be. A single Lancer was below, doubtlessly half asleep like the rest of his brethren. I approached the railing, smiling beneath my helmet. His back was turned, and his head Grakata was pointed at the ground. My wrist drew back, the Glaive snapped into my palm, and his life was ended with a single throw.

    I vaulted the railing, stepping over the corpse now on the platform. The rails led to the prisoner holding, where I needed to be. The cars were parked, unneeded in the dead of “Night,” on the ship. I dropped to the rails themselves, and checked the marker I had set myself. It pointed right. I sheathed my Glaive, then broke into a sprint, quickly traveling the distance to the pure darkness beyond.

    My helmet compensated, brightening shadows, allowing me to see. The tunnel was long, and took me nearly five minutes to full traverse. The woman I came for would be unable to maintain the same pace. I would have to find a way...

    I was at my destination. The rail way led into an empty room, the hub near the space port of the ship. I knew they kept the prisoners nearby, to allow them easy access to prison when they brought in more.

    The room was not empty, with several Lancers and Marines patrolling it. Most of them were around the panels on either side, the main hubs of traffic in the ship, but one was on the platform it self. I mentally activated my armor again, felt myself fade from view, and approached him. He was bored, clearly half asleep. He suspected nothing. I leaped upward, drawing my dagger, and buried it in his neck, dragging him off the platform.

    He lay on the rails, dead without a sound. I dragged him into the shadows under the car parked on the track. He would be hidden for now. Turning my attention to the map on my helmet, I found the prison very close, only a single door away. I vaulted the edging on the track, and started up the stairs. The nearest contact was nearly fifty feet away, and I didn't bother with concealing myself.

    The door hissed open on the prison, and the sensors in my helmet instantly painted the cell I needed. It was on the floor below, facing the control room in the middle, where the jailer sit. She was a Scorpion, favored by the Grineer for prison duty. The machete on her back was a dangerous weapon, able to sever an arm easily, but also cause deep bruises.

    She had her back to me, and I drew an arrow, nocked it silently, and centered it on her. The arrow flew true, pinning her head to the screen in front of her, and doubtlessly killing her. I dropped down, replaced the Paris on my back, and reached to my belt, where I removed the cipher I had brought with me. The machine would hack the door open far faster than I could.

    The ports fit perfectly, and the door hissed open. A blur leaped at me, a fist already drawing back. I expected thus, and ducked, flipping the Banshee wearing Tenno over my shoulder. She twisted, landed on her feet, then stopped. Her alert stance drooped, and she simply nodded at me. I knew she didn't fully trust me, even now. It was, after all, my fault she was captured. If only I had been stronger, if only I hadn't faltered, if only I had been able to protect the pod for longer, instead of allowing the Lotus to recall me.

    The Grineer had captured the pod, awoken her, and stuffed her in a cell, like an animal, to study later. She had been partially awake in the pod, aware I had failed in my duty, and doubtlessly thought me weak for it. I drew the Paris from my back, extending it towards her. I knew Banshees preferred the weapon.

    She cocked her head, then took the bow, drawing it to test out it's strength as I unslung the quiver on my back. She accepted it, slinging it over her own shoulder. Her grip was easy, familiar. I had crafted the weapon from her pod, after I had awoken in the chasm below it. The climb upward had been difficult, to say the least.

    She looked at me now with a new tilt to her head, and she nodded once. We turned to the stairs and climbed them, her in the lead, the bow prepared and ready. The door above hissed open, and revealed four Lancers. They must have discovered the missing patrol, and weren't as drowsy as they seemed. Two leaped forward, Graktas barking, as the others turned and sprinted for the alarm panel, already shouting an alarm to those below.

    In seconds, a siren wailed throughout the entire galleon, and I knew we would have to fight. I focused, vanished from sight, and dug in, sprinting full out. The Banshee was already drawing the Paris as I hit the Grineer on the left. My dagger penetrated it's chest armor as the Glaive in my right hand removed it's head from it's shoulders. The arrow from the bow knocked the second one aside, and I sheathed my Glaive, drawing my Lex.

    The Banshee jumped over me, already nocking another arrow with skill and speed I couldn't replicate. The bow jumped, and another Grineer fell. I vaulted the rail in front, and raised my pistol. The Lex sang it's lethal song, and another fell, a bloody mess where his face should be. A enormous boom shook the room as the Banshee focused the sound of the shot into a wave, knocking a dozen Lancers off their feet.

    I signaled for my ship, even as my cloak ran out of energy, and sprinted for the hanger controls. A Napalm greeted me, it's lethal flame cannon firing. I dove to the side, rolling, feeling the heat of the blast flaring against my shields, penetrating, burning my leg. A direct hit would destroy me. I heard the blast again, and leaped forward, sliding on my chest, between the Napalm's legs.

    I pushed myself up, the dagger flickering with a lethal heat enough to rival the Napalm's own, and lunged. The blade easily penetrated the armor of the Grineer, stabbing downward into it's shoulder and causing it to drop it's weapon. An arrow sprouted from its forehead, and it staggered back as I clung to it's back. The Lex in my right hand was pressed against it's temple. The lethal song sang once more, and the Grineer fell, it's head half blown off.

    I leaped backward, skidding across the floor, my leg giving way, the Lex skittering away. The panel was nearby, and my ship awaited outside the hanger doors. I pushed myself up, waving the Banshee off as she ran to aid me. I slapped the panel, the computer in my armor hacking the system and opening the doors. The Banshee ran for it, then stopped just in front. I was wounded, my leg seared, barely able to support my weight. I would never make it to the ship in time.

    I looked at the Banshee, saw the indecision in her stance. I raised a hand, pointed at her, then waved at the ship. I knew I was doomed. I broke the silence I had carried since I joined the Tenno, shouting out “Go! Save yourself!” She flinched at my voice. She knew a Tenno would never speak unless they knew it didn't matter who heard them. She slowly turned, as my ship swooped in, it's doors opening. She stepped inside, and I keyed the hard reset, passing the ship onto her. It flew out, heading into the darkness of space. Safe.

    The Grineer swarmed around me. I could see Lancers, Marines, at least four gunners. Blades of machetes and cleavers flickered among the crowd. Flames on the tips of Scorch's barrels filled the crowd with light. I stood, ignoring the pain in my leg, and faced them, a god of the battle field no longer. As they closed in and I drew my dagger one last time, I knew.

    My honor was restored.


    End.

    Bursting Forward! Nova's Journey Diary

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    I love the way you make it so personal.. I kinda love to read that kind of stuff :D 

     

    (but, it's a time far far away of ours, why some kick-&#! techno advanced ninjas will save things in .txt?)

     

    aaaaaaand i think i wont get the bonus cookie, because i got no clue (;A;)

     

    How about you wininig a bonus cookie if you tell me the name? o:

    I have to draw inspiration from somewhere. ^w^

     

    (.txt in this age had multipurpose functions, and was a long file acronym before scaling down to what it really is: An archive file.)

     

    Go read GetBackers. Then tell me how Asclepius fits. :3 Nobody gets bonus cookies now 'cuz I had to tell you. NOOCOOKIESFURYOU!

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    Well it seems someone wants some nudes.

    Welp, it was meant to only be a joke to throw off Asclepius... Seeing as you already pull stuff somewhat like that, I found that response likely...?

     

    And yes, NOMI DOES EXIST! People, this is the guy who likes taking the elevator without me. O^O;;

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    Oh god, i lol'd xDD

     

    Keep it up! :D it's an amazing job, and i can't wait to read moar! 

    I'll give you a bonus cookie if you can figure out what manga Ban Midou is from.

     

    On a side note, with each post, you gotta let me know your favorites!~♥♥♥ I like hearing the good and the bad.

    So with that, what's your favorite part of this edition?

    Bursting Forward! Nova's Journey Diary

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    Posted · Edited by Shifa

    /-user-Chiron, logged in/

    /scanning records, identifying bio signatures...Done!/

    /-user- identified as Nova/

    /Welcome Sist--/

    /-Asclepius- override client// blocking access./

    /-Asclepius- Hey Chiron. What can I help you with this evening?/

    /-user- Asclepius, start video recording, please./

    /-Asclepius- Mmm nah. Wouldn't you like this tasty pic I have for you? I hacked the security cameras around lunch and--/

    /-user- Noo! I have something important to do. Remember?/

    /-Asclepius- What? So you're telling me you're going to pass up seeing Nomi out of his suit? That's a shame, because that guy hardly ever leaves it./

    /-user- … Later. Can you keep your eyes on the prize here? He's right here watching this conversation over my shoulder. I'm here to ask him something./

    /-Asclepius- :D...? F***. Fine. Starting up the camera./

    /-user- Thank you./

     

    *a black Frost Prime helmet and Chiron's unmasked face blending into her folded back silver helmet coming into view. There's bright red energy at the apex of the forehead with the metal gleaming in a neon yellow shine. He seems to be chuckling over Asclepius' antics. Despite not seeing his emotions, the crimson glow being exuded with each laugh and the haze around him seems to reflect his amused manner.*

     

    Chiron: Forgive my son-- he's such a mischievous little boy.

     

    Draconomicon: No worries. What did you need? And why are we in my room for this?

     

    /-Asclepius- *speaks using voice patterns that mimic early male Vocaloid music programs* Show your face! I want to see who you are!/

    *Chiron mutes him and denies him access to the protocols for executing the playback function.*

     

    Chiron: *she seems some what harried. She gathers her composure, then turns the camera directly at him to record his response for what she is about to ask*

    I have information that points to a group of Tenno cryopods that have been recovered by various factions that are currently fighting for ownership at the Grand Forge. I have someone who is dear to my memories that I need to locate and wake up. Sister Laze and Sister Banshee have agreed to accompany me into the fray to help me recover him. I need more crew yet for this to be successful. There are also channels that are asking for back up coming from the same location. I would like to ask if you'd be willing to help me do this?

     

    Draconomicon: Sure. Sounds fun. I can't argue about helping you find your sempai. *His voice carries a lilt of intrigue and obviously is poking fun at Chiron*

     

    Chiron: *blushes* H-How did you--?!

     

    Draconomicon: Laze forwarded me one of your recorded dreams while you slept last night. It's funny how easily you both react with the right action on my part. Rumors were spreading, so I baited her with a Gram blueprint I had found to spill what you were going on about. I sent it to Black, too.

     

    *while Draconomicon is delighted over what he has done, Chiron has gone from strawberry red cheeks to bright rouge flushing her face in timidity. Chiron's face has been caught on candid camera thanks to Asclepius activating the rear camera and splitting the image between the two head shots*

     

    Chiron: S-so, will you go? *She is trying with difficulty to remain calm*

     

    Draconomicon: For S#&$s and giggles, yes. Black and his wife will accompanying us as well. Two three man squads could handle the situation better.

     

    Chiron: But I just needed one more--

     

    Draconomicon: There's another we have to contact as well. I'm sure Maenadae knows who that is. I promise it will be worth the extra crew.

     

    Chiron: Alright... I-I will send your regards to--

     

    /-Asclepius- *he has found another way to speak by going through the OS's music player* TAKE OFF YOUR HELMET!/

     

    Draconomicon: If we make it back alive, I'll do a tasteful nude photograph for you.

     

    /-Asclepius- I take it back! Moar titties! Less wang! Moar money~ Less pain~!/

     

    Chiron: Asclepius, I'm going to kill you! Bastard AI... Save the video please, and add to journal.txt. End recording as well.

     

    /-Asclepius- End recording./

    /Archives Saved~♥/

    /-Asclepius- I am the invincible genius, Asclepius! I bid everyone farwell./

    /-user- logged off/

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    I hope so. ^^ The pawn shop would be nice if it does award platinum. Dammet! I need to get to typing! but I lost mai idea... *pokes brain and tries to focus so I can get this done*

    Well trading is still a while off, but gifting should be around the corner, as well as the "Pawn shop" for mods.

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    The quote, my wallet attests to its truth, but look on the bright side, trading is on the way! 

    You don't like just having the eight crayon box, hunh? Just like me. I came up with this a few years agon upon my realization of my color love~♥

    I can't wait for trading! I need to collect and rank up some rare mods just for this purpose~♥

    Out Of Frame: The Everyday Lives Of The Tenno - Feedback & Discussion

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    Naaaww. She don't want no Excalibur. She wants Vauban! He seems smart anyways. Hey, I dun ship. Rather, I hope for the best and try not to be upset in the first place. :3

     

    *upvotes post as per Doozy's command* I nu wanna daaiieee! ;-; Is Vauban gonna show up, though? And we need to finish ember and ash's date please~♥

     

    btw... WHY PEOPLE ALWAYS WANNA VOTE MEH OFF DAH ISLAND, EH?! Ever hear of them bringing those voted off the island to come back later in the season to wreck MOAR havoc? 'Cuz I will do that. I will annoy everyone to no end. Except for Doozy. Doozy is king here. I luff you, Doozy!

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    Oh, sorry about that... i should have guessed it Dx

     

    And about the Chiron's log, i think they're pretty amazing :3 and.. it's just me, or this is happening in the same timeline of Sol SIstem Network? O:

     

     

    We need the colours!! :D

    =^= Darn straight. xD Laze, a Pull with a MK1-Braton bullet spray to the face is in order here. xD

     

    Yeah, you're correct on this lining up with Sol System News Network. ^w^~♥ I have cleared the go ahead with FrostWolf. As this arc was forming, it seemed crucial as this is our main news source. Geez. I like giving spoilers an' den going in a totally different way... Who knows. As long as you don't ask, it's fine.

     

    Dose wainbohs! I MUST HAS! saddai. I wish for money, but I no needz eet... Needless to say, my want for colors works like this personal metaphor of mine:

    "You give a little a box of eight crayons. She immediately decides that these few colors are not enough, and asks for the 12, then 24, and upwards until she finds that one exact shade of pink in 120 Crayola box as well a few other gems to use, while ignoring the others." 

    One color is NEVER enough. I must have them all~ If I had a professional Pantone set, I'd be having a massive internal explosion over the infinate colors that I could mix~♥

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    (It seems We have an attention hog... And things seem to be getting fun~♥)

    /-user-Chiron, logged in/
    /scanning records, identifying bio signatures...Done!/
    /-user- identified as Nova/
    /Welcome, Sister Nova. What do you want to do?/
    /-user- Open///archives->journal.txt/
    /Retrieving file...Done!/
    /Good Morning, Sister Nova./
    /-user- Why are you so pleasant all of a sudden? Are you still reeling from that setback you inflicted upon yourself? I gave you a clear warning. I refuse to fix the damage unleashed by My AI and izINnomood4Sahssbahk.exe. In which, my AI     is self-aware and sees itself as my kid./
    /... You are brilliant, Tenno-- we could use your expertise--/
    /-user- No! S#&$ happens, dumb asses. You shouldn't have &!$$ed me off in the first place. I took that punishment with pride. Throw any hellish torment at me, I don't care. A job is a job that pays. A     career is a job that I love heart and soul. This is not a career. My missions are my job. Being a white hat for your organization? Drudgery!/
    /... What do you want?/
    /-user- To be left alone in peace with out your presence when I am off duty. Or I will happily unleash a 3rd apocalypse upon your systems, is that     clear?!/
    /Understood without a doubt./
    /-user- Better damn well be./

    Day 30 awake~♥

    I've been busting my &#! trying to code, test, and debug my own system for installing onto this tablet. What isn't known about this particular hardware by most others is that my databases are all stored on here. When personal computers started past the point of terabytes, that's the point humans realized that everything they ever could own digitally could be stored on a single device that will only need occasional software updates and a hard ware overhaul within the time span of Moore's Law (which is ancient and obsolete now) to maintain functionality and avoid buying a new system entirely.
    When this is complete, my AI, Asclepius, shall be the one to answer my requests and operate this device. This isn't even to Alpha yet, so if this becomes functional, I may have work from Laze to make her own self-aware AI (which she wants to name Xenosaga) and provide a fresh copy of this OS.

    At least my mind is being put to work now. I hate being left to think about nothing-- either I &!$$ myself off from a previous conflict, go into a deep depression over something that hurt me, or become eternally bored to death. I'm only happy when my mind and my hands are busy. Or I'm getting busy... eh-hueh. Sexytimes last night~~~ Whooo! My sensei I've been dreaming about did naughty stuffs with meee... squee~! That, or I'm imagining it. WHO CARES?! Dat body was buff and flexible. *OwO* And it's recorded for playback!

    Crap. Laze heard me. FFFUCK! Oh mai gawd! Nuuu~! You can't take my tablet!!!
    fcojdahfcnd[akvdbpjcsnacnpocaubdv----

    Mine now~ Oh hai, Journey Diary. I'm Laze. Where is this dream? I must see this. I dig hot guys. Oh, look, a record function.
    /-user- Record->Live webcam/
    /Recording video./

    *Laze bring the cam on the tablet to her face, revealing a sly grin on her dimpled cheeks. There is a lazy sparkle in her deep hazel eyes.*

    Laze: There we go.
    *you can see a gray training bra on Laze's moderate figure and black skin tight shorts hugging her hips really nicely*

    Chiron: Gimme my tablet back!
    *Chiron is flustered and reaching for the tablet before it can put her face in view, which causes Laze to dangle the cam over her head. A braided bun sits neatly on Chiron's head, and she is wearing a galaxy patterned sundress. Looking up, she is clearly split over wrenching the tablet from Laze's crush strong grip*

    Laze: Your tablet? *the grin turns into a black mail smirk* You owe me either platinum for this or you will make that AI and OS for me if you plan on keeping this. *she turns the web cam to face her messy auburn shoulder length locks* I have sexier hair than Chiron~ I don't need to anything to it to keep the curls looking great~♥

    Chiron: So you took it only to gloat about your beauty? Can you explain why you're still single, Narcissa? You obviously love your reflection more than yourself!

    Laze: Shh! *giggles* Nah... It's not only that... You have admiring fans-- I should too. Now, who is your sempai-- I-i mean sensei? Hmm? He can't just be boy candy for you alone.
    *she crosses her arms and the web cam flips up to the bedroom ceiling*

    Chiron: *the web cam comes back to focus on her silver eyes squinting at the screen while she inspects the elements. She mutters to the device.* Asclepius, you're watching and laughing your &#! off, aren't you? I really shouldn't have given you Ban Midou's abrasive personality.
    *she switches it to voice recording and the cam shuts off while still recording sound*
    Can you save it for later tonight? I've already gone over all recorded dream records with you and Mae-mae. You know the details as far I as remember them. Haven't you been able to recall anything since you woke up?!

    Laze: Like I'm stupid enough to even store such information where people could access it. Yeah, I remember S#&$. I didn't even know who you were nor did I care back then. Fighting the sentience-- *an audible pressure lock is heard in the background, and then squeaking on bunk mattresses*

    Maenadae: Hmm? Oh, don't tell me that you're recording now. Laze, you prick.

    Laze: What? Chiron turned of the cam. They can't see you.

    Chiron: Mae-mae, should I turn this off? *there is anxiety on her voice*

    Maenadae: *slightly peeved tone* No... It's fine. *mutters* I can't enjoy a text in peace when...
    F*** it.

    Laze: Oh, big sis is annoyed. Whoop de doo. I bet that's another 100 credit romance novel from the travel merchant carts, isn't it?

    Chiron: Can I punch her, please?!

    Maenadae: I'm not going to tolerate violence outside of duels, Chiron.--
    Laze: Damn straight.

    Maenadae: However, Laze is an exception for how she is a magnet for abuse.
    *a whump is heard with a low growl from Laze*

    Laze: At least I can shield tank. Now, we know his name, we have ideas of what his Warframe is, but how the hell do you plan do you plan on getting out of missions to reach this so called “shipment” to get him back? I already know Tiburon is there with the Grand Master. But there's a Sentient there amidst the Corpus. You're already #*($%%@ over. I've killed one down to it's core-- Kill the soul, the body, and the mind, and then they're dead. You have to kill all three at once. Why do you think the Nix Warframe exists?

    Maenadae: And we need that expertise.

    Laze: F*** no! I like having steady pay!

    Maenadae: Ahem. I already said I'm going. Without someone there to help Chiron, she'd be dead. And you're going too.

    Laze: Dammit, I'm a higher rank than you!

    Maenadae: With Lotus, you do. Now, already have an idea of one other person of whom we can ask.

    Chiron: Brother Shadre in his Vauban?
    Laze: F*** thaaat. While his abilities are awesome, I don't care much for the guy in that suit. I'd rather--

    Maenadae: Ahem. We're taking Brother Draconomicon. Chiron, you have to ask him personally. I know he's a pain, but he does genuinely care for his comrades. I get along with him well.

    Laze and Chiron: Nnooommmiii! *Chiron has delight in her voice while Laze's is of annoyance*

    Chiron: He's the one who woke me up! He's cool! I love him~♥

    Laze: pssh, fine. Well, we can't be screwed over with a Frost Prime.

    Maenadae: Good. So, you'll do it, Chiron?

    Chiron: Yeah! I can do it, Mae-mae!

    Maenadae: Good. I will expect his answer by the end of the day. Please end this recording.

    /-user- Recording->stop./
    /End of recording./
    /Embed video and voice?/
    /-user- Yes. Save document as well. And Asclepius?
    /Archives saved. Yes?/
    /-user- Make sure to give the AI “Xenosaga” a Kind and Intelligent personality focused on acquiring data, proxies, networks, servers-- anything to do with hacking to find the intel we need and defend it./
    /There had better be gratuitous panty shots with this. I don't work for free./
    /-user- Feel free to browse any porn you wish while compiling this code. Cleanup will be your problem, though./
    /Hueh! Ladies love me~♥ I will have her final draft ready for awakening within the final hours of the day. Oh, it seems someone's trying to get in again. Genius Asclepius shall deal with it./
    /-user- Thank you, Asclepius. I will run more codes your way for testing the OS for release later. I will not be responsible for any of your actions. I am logging off./
    /-user- Logged off./

    Bursting Forward! Nova's Journey Diary

    in Fan Zone

    Posted

    It's definitely a good wow. Your imagination is amazing and your way of storytelling is just ... all those pictures exploding in my head ... I can't wait to hear more of Chiron and her adventures. :-)

     

    My Nova is in the foundry right now. Got all three BPs in just four runs today (hurray for Hotfix \o/) and the alternative helmet from the alert yesterday. Can't wait to try her out.

    I seem to have come a long way from my roleplaying days when all my writing was highly jumbled and confusing to follow. :3 My imagination had it's limiters removed more and more as I continued to day dream from childhood.

    With all of these... I don't think them through all that much. I just write. With all of my art, it always is ruined when I over think it and plan. I just go. That is how my most beautiful, unique, and wonderful works are born.

     

    As for Nova, all of the pieces are being constructed, and she will be mine by this Monday or Tuesday. :3

    I really wish I had money for the color packs, though...

    Dammet, I need to type more stuffs! *cattle prod to self* Eep!

    Bursting Forward! Nova's Journey Diary

    in Fan Zone

    Posted

    ( I really got distracted throughout today... Meh. Here, have moar.)

     

    /-user-Chiron, logged in/

    /scanning records, identifying bio signatures...Done!/

    /-user- identified as Nova/

    /Welcome, Sister Nova. What do you want to do?/

    /-user- Open///archives->journal.txt/

    /Retrieving file...Done!/

    /What is bothering you, Sister Nova? You do not seem very welcoming this evening./

    /-user- I find it disturbing that my data was saved previously when I fell asleep, and there are traces of intrusion into my personal thoughts. You are lucky I can't remember a blasted thing./

    /Tenno, I cannot ignore this pandering./

    /-user- You know damn well to respect and honor one's inner sanctum. This time, I've gone through and encrypted all of my files and personal channels. There is an AI laced within the code that will be responsible for system failure and destruction of the client's servers. You may be my elder, but I will not tolerate this-- this--Blatant disreguard of a simple personal request./

    /I cannot allow--/

    /-user- You will, or I will deep fat fry your AI servos and proxies in my personal rendering of the sasser worm./

    /... My Apologies, Sister Nova./

    /-user- About time. Now if you'll excuse me, I have security holes to exploit, code to finish, and a diary to write./

    /Understood, Tenno./

     

    Day 23 awake~♥

     

    I've been spending all week hacking in between missions. And blowing things clear to the Void. I'm regally lucid after running through all traces of activity in my logs. While I'm supposed to be obedient to our “cause”, the Lotus has become questionable with their actions. I highly doubt I will forget this... condescending act of covert activities. I told Maenadae about this, and she seems skeptical but understanding. She started doubting their motives on day one. She also shared that she worked as a keeper of the Archives in the old war, working to organize and program the servers and track all reports given to her unit. She's really intelligent, it seems. I think I love her more~♥ She also thought it would be wise to include Laze and anyone else I'm close to. We gotta watch our backs after all.
     

    Well, missions have been doing okay. Heh-heh, I should share Maenadae's experience with a rank III Tower defense mission she took on for the possibility of Paris Prime parts-- and got coerced into by a blood red frost in the Clan. He's the helper Mag's brother. (How do siblings find each other in a clan like this? It's so surprising...) She was half way through her training when attempting this.

    “It was absolute CHAOS. I couldn't help but panic and keep pressing the buttons to activate the lasers, even when my teammates were out there-- They were panic buttons for me essentially. The mobs kept getting stronger with each wave and more elite corrupted arrving to obliterate me. Needless to say, the carrot on the end of the stick, a Paris Prime string, didn't seem worth all of the times I had to be revivied. I lost track after 15 deaths. x.x”

    MY GOD. THIS SOUNDS PERFECT FOR MASS MURDER! Yyyyeeessssssss! I have to rank up first though... All I got for my superpowers is Null Star right now... I like to dream I'm a sentai warrior with invincible powers when I'm fighting really god-mode-ish enemies. …

     

    Diary, I wish so badly fighting wasn't necessary. I love seeing my work in action, but it... hurts to fight. There's a dream that's been hanging over me since that night that reveals more and more about my past and my home. It changes each time, but it's always with my Sensei...

     

    With all of digging I found, there has been a hidden report in the archives from the outer terminus based from various comlinks with USSC. The most important thing I find... Is that there were many Tenno crypods that were recovered... I need to find him-- whoever he is.

    I need to sleep again, as it's 2am solar time. I think I will record my dreams from now on to sort out what is coming back from my memory and review it with my two friends. If this is important, I'm going to seek out what it is and provide a cause to rebel. It's time to start planning. I can only be oblivious for so long. I'm calling it quits after a shorter entry, diary.

     

    /-save-/

    /Archives Saved./

    /-user- Record neural interface-> input pattern/

    /-user- sleep/REM state. Save and encrypt all traces of dream memory./

    /setting up scan...done!/

    /Activation imminent upon set sleep cycle./

     

    *At this point Chiron retires to sleep in her Warframe, tossing for a while the lower bunk before falling alseep.*

    /Sleep pattern detected...Recording memory sequence.../

     

    *bright sunlight fades into the dream as the clearing in front of the Grand Forge comes into view with Chiron and her sensei coming into view in the center*

    *Chiron is out of her suit amidst the artificial sun, dressed in a flowing silver gown with intricately embroidered edges and beaded lace across the chest and woven into the sleeves. Her Sensei is on the ground enjoying himself in thought. His eyes have a teal glint to them-- they seem to watch her pace endlessly in front of him as she is at unease*

     

    Chiron: I can't. I won't. I won't even try. I hate being left to think.

    *she's fidgeting with her glass beaded bracelet on her left arm. She tosses her long black hair with each turn. Her sensei watchers her closely with much interest. He is casually spread out on the grass in the open court yard preceding the Great Hall. Whilst his helmet is off, he keeps his Warframe ready for combat if the need arises.*

    Sensei: Meditation would do well to soothe your restless heart. You've completed all of your training and research. You should enjoy yourself.

    Chiron: But that doesn't help me when I hurt, Mica. I don't like fighting. I like to play and explore and find treasure! Not fight. *she stops to stare at him, and plops down in his lap, leaning against him*

    Mica: *he can't help but smile and remember what he was told earlier. He wraps his arms around her and holds her in a comforting hug* Then I'll take away the hurt. As long as I'm fighting with you, you will hurt no more.

     

    (I will... hurt no more...)

     

    *The sunlight fades into the green of the grass, which grows taller into a nest of warmth and safety.*

     

    /end recording./

    /shutting down systems./

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