Darayas
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That was my point, sorry. May have phrased that badly.
Ah, alright, reading what you wrote again and it's a little clearer now.
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To do something in the name of a cause doesn't require a 'the' in the sentence.
Yes, but 'Prophet' is not a cause. A prophet heads a cause.
So if you're referring to a cause, like Profit, then "in the name of profit goes."
But if you're referring to the title of the man who heads the cause, like the Prophet, then "in the name of Prophet" doesn't.
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I don't think so, Prophets are Corpus leaders.
EDIT: I showed this to a friend of mine who is studying English here in Finland, in a country of high education level already and good knowledge of English and he agreed with me that it is prophet, not profit. He said that, that is not the way profit is pronounced.
It is strange that he is an English student and yet the nuance of the trailer has flown straight over his head.
The pronunciation is not the focus. It's just a byproduct of the voice actor's accent or intonation.
The real focus is on the wordplay. The Corpus are a money cult. They worship money like a god. Profit is their moral code - the title of 'The Prophet' is simply a delicious conceit on DE's part, a double entendre of sorts because they sound similar. Alad V, who spearheads the money-making Zanuka project, is thus a prophet of profit.
EDIT: Besides, if we really want to focus on technicalities and semantics, then Alad should have said "in the name of the prophet" if he had meant prophet. "In the name of prophet" is grammatically incorrect.
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Katana is type of sabre. Cutting sword. Just because you watched some anime or think that they are different doesnt mean that they are.
Katana=sword in japanse.
You need to understand culture-specific terms and their connotations.
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It's why Alad's comment about not having eyes is so hard to pin down : either he's being metaphorical about it or he's actually seen an unsuited Tenno lacking any sort of eyes.
Maybe he's just, like I mentionned, trying to sound smart by making a veiled insult towards the Tenno even if they were helping him.
Yes, I agree - although Alad probably has a good idea given the vivisections he has performed on numerous captured Tenno, we ourselves don't even know what's in the suit.
We're still no closer to discovering what the Tenno are, and the theories range from transhumans inside second-skin exoskeletons, to disembodied consciousnesses possessing comatose, blind warrior-monk Warframes.
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Then again, if you take it another way, perhaps his mention of "not meeting eye to eye" then saying "well, you don't have eyes" might actually mean "We have different visions of what the solar system should be... or rather, you don't have one and we do" as a form if veiled insult.
Also possible, but that reading would operate on the same metaphorical level (taking 'eyes' to mean visions for the solar system), without taking into account the tonal shift in register.
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It is metaphorical, he is telling us we are blind.
Hell even Shakespear did that in Othello
"Look to her More, If thou hast eyes to see, She has deceived her father, and may thee"
Plus it is a continuation of a previous taunt where he referred to our Lady Lotus as "eyeless slag" as well as referencing some feedback stuff about how people didn't like the artstyle with Warframes not having eyeholes.
References + Metaphors + Continuation, not fact.
I accidentally upvoted this, so I feel the need to clarify otherwise. Odd that you use Shakespeare as an example, because a dissection of Alad's words seems to suggest otherwise.
Alad says that "We don't always see eye to eye...well, you don't have eyes."
There is supposed to a rough, terse humour to this line. That humour is derived from the sudden shift in register from the formal to the informal - i.e. from the metaphorical aspect of the sentence, to its more literal truth.
"We don't always see eye to eye" (metaphorical) --> "well, you don't have eyes." (literal).
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CHARGE ME CLOSER, SO THAT I MAY HIT THEM WITH MY SWORD
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Nihilis Rex began to turn, yawing like a massive leviathan in the sea of stars. The unidentified blip on the radar had made no attempt whatsoever to cloak its approach, but the Commander was taking no chances. The Galleon bristled with las-shot cannon and kinetic bombardment silos, warming up in the humming heat of impending discharge.
"Incoming object showing no signs of stopping, sir," said the coxswain at the bridge. "Most likely hostile in origin. Velocity suggests it's a torpedo. The shields should absorb the impact."
"Wait," the Commander's eyes narrowed. The other Grineer stationed at the deck paced nervously, weapons half-raised and trigger fingers itching in anticipation. "That's no missile."
The object tore through the void. As it approached the perimeter of the Galleon, the Grineer ship's shields flickered a pale, electric blue - then shorted and sputtered out like a dying sun.
The Commander rose from his command throne. "What just happened!" he barked.
The coxswain hammered a furious sequence of commands into the console station. "I - I don't know," he stammered. "Our shields are gone. Some kind of pulse overloaded the system. I can't get them back up again!"
The Commander swore and grabbed the intercom. "All hands on deck!" he gritted his teeth and hissed. "All hands on deck! This is not a drill! Sharks in the void - repeat, sharks in the void!"
All of a sudden, the ship went dead. Lighting and electric systems failed. Gas and hydraulic engines stalled mid-pump. Escaping vapour hissed from steaming pipes; gunner stations and missile pods powered down. With only rudimentary life support functioning, the Galleon hung dead and silent in the void - until the bridge lit up with the angry red light of an incoming holo-transmission.
"Grineer," it said. The screen flickered into static life. A smooth, eyeless helm regarded them - not as a man might another man, but as a sniper might its target through the crosshairs. Semi-organic mandibles chittered mechanically from its mouthguard. Its voice sounded dry and raspy, like the sussuration of an ancient solar wind only just beginning to stir again.
"Off the dust storms of Mars, we spilt so much Corpus blood that the red planet wept. We broke the merchant's back and sent him scurrying back to the dark holes that his kind rot in. But do not forget - not even for a moment - the limits that alliances of necessity are built upon. Do not forget that I am the predator - and you, the prey.
"Consider this warning a gesture of courtesy. A mark of respect, if you will, for the honour we shared in fighting together. But that era is dead and gone.
"Prepare your ship for boarding."
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It's irritating when I'm slaughtering Grineer and they get their blood all over my nice Grineer badge.
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Said the new guy...the end.
Your name is 911insidejob, you have no right to talk.
Also, the fact that you are a Grand Master does not in any way make you more intelligent than the 'new guy'.
The fact that you think it does, proves that your intellectual capacity is far beneath his.
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Thank you, DE. The event wasn't perfect, but it was a fantastic start. I loved the little bit of roleplaying that we had on the forums, but most of all I greatly appreciated the fact that players could finally influence the in-game environment through the weight of their actions. The rewards and battle-pay were most generous, as well.
It was exciting to see the community so fired up about the event - whether you were Team Sacrifice, Team Loyalty, or Team Greed. Kudos to all sides for the effort they put in. The tenacious Grineer comebacks, the inevitable steamrolling of nodes, and the valiant efforts by the Corpus supporters to hold back the red tide. All these will be remembered.
Now let's get back to crushing Corpus and Grineer heads.
The Grineer Napalm heaved as another wracking cough tore through his body.
He knew he was dying. He'd known this for quite some time. Wounds of this magnitude his regenerative cells could not repair - they could only staunch some of the bleeding, and draw out his agonizing death for a couple more hours.
He'd always known that he would fall in battle, but not like this. Not alone and unremembered, propped up against the shuddering folds of a boarding bridge, with no medicae to retrieve his brain and gene-vials. He could never be cloned again. This wasn't just a fall. This was death in its truest and most certain of forms.
Silent footsteps echoed softly down the length of the bridge. In midnight clad, a lone Tenno stalked his way off the scored and burnt wreckage of the Corpus frigate. Severed heads hung loosely from his belt and dangled with every step. Some of them still trailed blood.
"Tenno," the Napalm called out.
The Tenno turned. His eyeless helm jerked unnaturally to face him. It cast his gaze upon him as an apex predator might regard its prey. Smoke wafted lazily out of one of its arms, but the rest of its shape was an indistinct silhouette to him, like blur shapes from childhood memories.
"I'm fading out," he grunted, "but that was one hell of a victory."
The Tenno nodded slowly, uncertainly, as if not knowing what to reply.
"Look," he said. "Tell me the truth - I'm not going to make it, am I?"
There was a moment of silence before the Tenno spoke.
“No. Your torso is severed below the waist. Your red armour – I cannot tell where the paint ends and the blood begins.”
The Napalm’s throaty laugh turned into a violent cough. Blood trickled copiously from his mouth. “Some victory! Damn the Sisters to hell for sending me here.”
“Do the honours then,” he grit his teeth and grinned. “One last one.”
In a smooth motion, the Tenno drew an elegant pair of cast-ferrite revolvers from his hip.
“Before you do it…” started the Grineer. With the little strength he had left, he reached into his holster pocket and tossed a holographic projector to the Tenno.
“Take this. I hope you’ll wear it. Tell them we fought together, side-by-side, and drove the interlopers from their dusty homes like cattle. Tell them it was you and me that did it.”
Noiselessly, the Tenno took the projector and nodded. It fixed it to its right shoulder-guard. As the projector adhered to the organic muscle-weave, it sputtered out a stylized image of a Grineer helm.
“You have my respect, Tenno. May your brothers and sisters be safe. Ruk is a bastard, but he’s a warrior. He’s got honour in his old bones. He won’t go after the cryopods.
“Now do what you have to do.”
A single gunshot tore apart the graveyard silence of the boarding bridge. For some time, it echoed hollowly through corridors and chambers, until once again only silent footsteps broke the very heavy quiet.
The red dust of Mars got into everything. It got into rifles and clogged up the laser diodes. It got into the jumpsuits and made them ride up and itch. It got into helmets, it got into visors, it got into rebreathers.
It got into eyes and made them water heavily, and that was why tears were spilling down his cheeks as they threw him at their feet. It was the dust. It was just the dust, only the dust.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Please.”
“Get up, Corpus,” one of them breathed. Their glowing eye-slits lit up the dusk with a malicious and hungry light. In their mottled armour, the Grineer marines looked almost beetle-like.
But beetles didn’t torture. Beetles didn’t kill, and maim, and burn entire worlds.
They dragged him up to stand, then knocked him down again into the dust. Their laughter rang throughout the cavern like the baying of jackals.
“Look at the insect squirm,” they growled. One of them, with a yellow carapace, grabbed a hold of his collar and punched him. The armour-clad fist drove like a sledgehammer into his face. He felt something break, and the overwhelming taste of copper was on his lips as his vision faded in and out.
“Squirm, insect! I want to watch you squirm!”
The yellow Grineer dropped him, and the squad began savaging him with vicious kicks. He did his best to crawl into a ball and shield his face.
“None of you unworthy worms are warriors,” laughed yellow-back. “Why would your commanders send you here for anything else but to die?”
He agreed with everything. He wasn’t a warrior. He was just a colonist. He’d signed on with the corporation because that was the only job that he could get. The corporation had run every other firm out of business. He’d mortgaged the house and bought a tiny apartment to house his pa and ma, and wife and two sons.
He would’ve told them he just needed the money. That he didn’t even know how to reload the Dera that they’d given him, much less aim it, because they told him he would most likely never need to (that was their way of saying he would die before it ran out of ammunition).
All he’d signed on for was to mine minerals on the asteroids off the surface of Mars, and earn his credits. He sent a kitty of three quarters of his earnings back every month and worked overtime on days off to earn some more. Even then, it was just enough to cover what the family needed.
He would’ve told them that pa committed suicide 5 months ago because he couldn’t afford the morphine, and the pain was killing him faster than the cancer was. He would’ve told them it was hereditary, that it had skipped a generation and his second son was already showing the symptoms. He would’ve told them his wife had already lost their firstborn to it 2 weeks before the invasion.
But he was sure they wouldn’t have cared. They’d just have found his family and killed them all too.
So he said nothing, and let them kick him til his bones broke.
He could hear a grand, torturous groaning in the distance. That was the sound of Corpus ships in orbit. The Grineer attack craft were disengaging, retracting their boarding bridges. They would leave the battered wreckage of the Corpus cruisers to fall back down to Mars and burn up upon re-entry, or float adrift in the void as lifeless and hollowed-out carcasses.
The war was most definitely over.
Yellow-back and his friends had stopped the kicking. They’d wandered off for a moment, but now they returned. Dimly, he could make out the shapes of flux rifles in their hands.
He heard the low whine of energy build-up. The air suddenly smelt of ozone. Thermal backvent broiled and swept over his face.
The concentrated heat of five simultaneous discharges cut him in half before he could cry out, and seared the red dust beneath him into glass.
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Yeah it you keep ignoring the other half of that. Free your kin, or hault enslavement and strengthen the Grineer.
Strong hints aren't facts, so as you stated "lrn2argue". I read through the transcripts and only had reference ONCE when Alad stated "Once the new Zanuka Products (yes products, not projects) come off the assembly line, the Grineer will work for us". But that could mean many things, new weapons, corpus controlled warframes, little pink candy bunnies that can be used to quickly degenerate the Grineer clone make up.. We don't know.. Yet.
Watch a livestream about the Berserker.
Read the transcripts again about the resistance cells.
Again: lrn.
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Event lore? You mean the fact that this all started because Ruk got all &!$$y at Alad for conducting research in Grineer territory and then served him with a life or death order to stop and hand over the Tenno pods? Yeah I read that. Did you?
Lol pretty sure he wasn't planning on giving them big good morning hugs when they woke up!
Clearly missed the part where DE stated 'free your kin' by siding with the Grineer.
Or the strong hints that the Corpus are indoctrinating the colonies.
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Oh wait, what was that? "The Sisters have tasked their most valued brood to ensure that the sleeping Tenno never wake" straight from the client lore. You're helping a race commit genocide against not just 1, but now 2 races. You're also helping them enforce slavery, AND you're helping them grow in power.
Good choice. A 3 for 1. Maybe you should "lrn2argue" because clearly you've got some "faulty logic" maybe the Grineer will teach you when they're not busy oppressing you and slaughtering our sleeping brothers and sisters.
Better go read some more lore. Particularly event lore.
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Lol, funny you say Hitler..
You do realize that you are helping the race that has been tasked to commit the genocide of the Tenno? So in essence, you are helping the Grineer, attempt to commit genocide against the Corpus. I don't think I need to go in to parallels here, but I'm sure you can figure it out.. that is if you're not busy being taught how to split shine the Grineers boots.
Oh you vehement Grineer supporters are funny. Now "sit down" you Grineer dog! Ruk has taught you to "sit" right? Lol
You do realize that you are helping the race that has been tasked to experiment on living subjects? I don't think I need to go in to parallels here, but I'm sure you can figure out mine better than anyone else can figure out your faulty logic.
Oh you vehement knuckleheads are silly. Now lrn2argue, because clearly no one has taught you how to? Lol
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Yep.
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I can't stress enough that lore wise momentarily siding with the Corpus makes more sense.
Tenno are supposed to keep the balance....helping the strongest enemy faction that wants nothing but death and domination has little to do with balance.
Instead siding with a bunch of freak merchants that might or might not cut up a few of your cryosleeping friends seems like the smaller sacrifice to make.
Luckily no one seems to give a rats butt about the lore of the game.
Actually it's precisely because we care about the lore that some of us side with Grineer.
They will cut up your friends. That's why Team Corpus is called Team Sacrifice. You sacrifice your friends.
Also, Tenno aren't supposed to keep the balance. The whole notion of balance is made-up BS. No one knows why we're here; we're loyal only to each other.
Besides, we stomp the Grineer all the time. We steamrolled their Formorians and sent them howling back into the outer reaches of the galaxy. If balance really is your thing, it's the Tenno that stand the best chance at stemming the Grineer tide.
That's why it makes sense to save more Tenno instead of saving civilians who can do nothing for the war effort.
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I'd be impressed if some of Mars missions kept their Corpus tilesets, but with Grineer markings all over them. Maybe have a few Grineer wielding flux rifles in those missions, taken from the Corpus factories they've conquered.
Great idea - Corpus hallways that have now been settled by the Grineer. So Grineer vandalism over Corpus markings, makeshift tents and Grineer machinery in the outposts...that would be amazing.
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Eh, fair enough then.
Last para is how I think it's supposed to be in-universe, but I doubt we'll see any notable in game changes, which makes it feel kind of like a wash to me.
Yeah, I get what you mean, it's really just trading one set of enemies for another in-game. But hey, it's a great starting point for more ways in which we can make an impact on the galaxy, and I'm happy with it.
I'd really be impressed if the event made changes to the tileset too - either the layout, or in-game features, whatever they may be. Perhaps certain Grineer that you fought alongside saluting you and letting you pass instead of trying to kill you, that sort of thing.
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The analogy would work a hell of a lot better if the Allies had deep strike capabilities.
We don't know where they are on Sedna; and when fighting a force with near infinite numbers "tying them up" isnt really a valid strategy. The corpus wont be weaker anywhere except for on mars during/after this conflict, and neither will the grineer. (regardless of both sides losing millions of soldiers. though that's a DE mistake and not really a universe fitting one.)
Also, when have the corpus managed to stop us from doing whatever we wanted before now? They don't need to be weakened for us to be able to deal with them effectively. The "smart" way to do this would've been to cap Alad V or other ranking official, find and take pods, then smash the grineer. For all we know the corpus could just be using this whole battle as way to distract us while they do whatever they had originally planned.
If only the Allies didn't scatter when deep striking too....sorry, tabletop moment.
Anyway, of course that's a much better strategy. Hell, if we're powerful enough to swing the balance of a faction war, we should be powerful (not to mention stealthy and covert) enough to sneak in and rescue the crypods ourselves, then let the factions duke it out and clean up the mess. But it makes sense from DE's standpoint to engage us in the environment of a PvE game, and have an influence on how the galaxy in which we play develops.
Presumably, making the Corpus war-weary and bleeding will make them less willing to put up resistance when we do head over to Sedna to retrieve the cryopods. They wouldn't want to risk another beating. They have, after all, lost an entire sector. The monetary cost is huge - in terms of diminished influence, the transport cost of shipping crewmen to the frontlines and then retreating, the cost of each expensive MOA and flux rifle lost....
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Then if this is true, Steve needs to get fired. You dont rig events, that is horribly cheap.
You guys are taking things out of context again.
Steve didn't 'admit' that he rigged it. That carries with it baggage suggesting that he tried to cover it up at first. He said outright that he intended for the Grineer to have an advantage at the start, so that they could take the first node in the system - a forward operating base of sorts.
What he didn't expect was that people would fix their allegiance based on that from the start, because even when Corpus rewards far outweighed what the Grineer offered, people still went Team Grineer.
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The pods are on Sedna, not Mars, you're helping the grineer for absolutely no reason.
Congrats.
This is as stupid as saying "Hitler is in Germany, not France. You're invading Normandy for absolutely no reason."
Cripple them on Mars, and they'll be too weak to stop you in Sedna. It's a gateway.
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Just because their Tenno doesn't make them worth more lives.
It does.
Assuming you're right, and the Tenno are actually a benevolent force seeking the greater good of all (that's a huge if) - then we are the only hope for peace in the galaxy. Having just awoken, it's more crucial now to gather as many Tenno as we can to push back both the Grineer and Corpus for the greater good.
Saving civilians won't do anything for the war effort. You've seen how useful the hostages are in rescue missions.
The Entire Alad V Speech... Anyone Fully Understand It?
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...no, then they would still say "the prophet", no "prophet".