The marks appeared and quickly disappeared from the HUD.
"Biz, the marks you gave us are bogus," Suno whined.
“This is strange. They should be directly tied to their specific lifesigns. If they aren’t functioning…” there was a second of silence. “They’re dead, somehow. Get out of there, this is a wash.”
“I don’t get paid for failed missions,” Suno stubbornly insisted. Silence from the radio ensued. “Biz, are you there?”
Biz was not there. Instead the eerie music from earlier played over the comms, drowning out everything else. Suno was a little unnerved. She readied her Komorex and peered into the Corpus facility.
The Garuda warframe peered back from inside.
“Oh, not you again,” Suno complained, taking aim immediately.
The Garuda’s armor was cracked and battered and large chunks of it seemed to be stitched together with ethereal tentacles. It looked like it should be falling apart, but something was keeping it alive. Even though it looked just as awkward as it had before, it gave off an aura of desperation and determination.
In a stomach-churning display of power, it summoned its talons. Talon after shining, tentacular talon slid out from its flesh and filled the air, dozens chasing down each Tenno. Talons also blasted out of the inside of the facility, some dragging along hapless Corpus corpses from inside with them. There were more talons than there was oxygen down here. This creature had no intention of losing here, in the depths, on its own turf.
Instinctively, Suno cast her shards on herself and her allies, holding the talons at bay, but just barely, and only for now. She fired several shots, but all were intercepted by the damned talons filling the air with the efficiency of billowing fumes.