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Where the Atlas's blade had whiffed, the young Earthborn lass found her mark. Emerging from under his arm, she thrust the shotgun forward into the midsection of the furthest "cowboy", the fangs on its muzzle ripping away at the fabric. Wary of what might come next, she tugged the weapon back and scurried away back behind the Frost whom she hoped was ready with a follow-up.
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Three dancing men? Were they responsible for this 'ascension' they were to go through? Sorn didn't know what to think - or do, for that matter. Eyeing the trio cautiously, she remained behind the large Warframes and kept silent for the time being. Let the men do the talking in this case, if one of the dancers were to suddenly pull out a gigantic spear from out of his comrade's mouth, she'd be the first to know - and run.
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"How? Indeed, how?!"
The escalation of events seemed to have proven a little too much for the shotgun-toting lass, who was probably the most grounded and down-to-earth of the entire group - except that right now they were neither of those things... literally. Standing open-mouthed in shock at the Spectre who was holding the arm that had just been separated from his body by the impossible priest and his impossible sword wasn't where she fancied herself being just several seconds ago. And now they were flying, upward and further away from the ground. Sorn did not like it. Not at all.
"Are you OK? Wait no, no of course you're not- keep it together," she sputtered incoherently to her comrade," Press down on- is it not bleeding?"
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They were outnumbered by perhaps twenty or two dozen to one, but behind the sheer muscular and masculine presence exuded by the rest of the group, Sorn couldn't help but feel braver than she felt in a while. The Specter's sudden imposing demands surprised her a little, but it had the right idea. With their backs against the house, they couldn't afford to show weakness now.
"Stay your wrath and hear us fairly. We are not murderers." she said as loudly as she could. That was true, but if the Warframes on either side of her wanted to talk with swords(and fists) instead of words, it could also be history.
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It appeared that her comrades were rather unhindered and even able to breathe inside the wall of water. Considering their recent experience to killer grass, Sorn understandably had her reservations about joining them in this bizarre settlement, but with no other way around it in sight and the Tenno not having his skin melted off or something, she took a few steps through the wall.
"Huh."
Her lungs weren't being squeezed by pressure or rapidly filling up with water when she opened her mouth. This was fine. With a shrug, she strode past the Atlas and joined the Spectre.
"Wet houses it is then. Let's go."
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With no external oxygen supply in his suit, Ag'ni knew that he was fast running out of time. But with no way to propel himself anywhere, there was nothing he could do to save himself. As he gasped air within his mask without drawing any breath, his vision began to blur, the lights against the inky darkness of space becoming a murky swirl. The shielding on his suit that had been protecting him fizzled out and died against the cold, and he could feel it setting in from the tips of his fingers and toes, creeping inwards.
All strength lost, his grip fell away from Rak and the Scorch began to drift slowly away and out of consciousness.
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Such was her disgust that the Ostron lass found herself walking closer with the Grineer than the Tenno in their little pukey band. Those she met during her travels among the stars were nothing like them, and no previous encounter could have prepared her for this. She kept quiet as the men led on, trudging behind them with her shotgun over her shoulder.
Their first foe reminded her of the ghosts of the Plains where she was born, but the Warframe didn't appear to be a Sentient machination, at least not to her probably untrained eye. Wishing she had paid more attention to the village folklore, she bit her tongue and suppressed the urge to snap irritably at the impossibly tall Frost's outburst.
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Amidst the rush for anchorage and handholds, a lone figure that had been all but forgotten and unnoticed for the past few minutes was in a spot. Ag'ni's outstretched hand missed the door frame by a few inches before the suction took him. His arms flailed wildly as his legs were lifted off the ground, his fingers scratching the surface while he shot past the Gauss mere moments after her shockwave. He threw another hand towards her, trying to grab her arm...
And missed again. The movements that followed however, were deliberate rather than desperate.
Twisting himself in midair, Ag'ni grabbed the commander firmly around his shoulders instead as he soared over his head towards the hull breach. The smaller and less outfitted clone pulled himself into his larger kin to tug his weapon arm behind his back, restraining and pulling the other off the floor such that both would end up together in the hungry vacuum of space that lay just beyond.
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Having spent the last minute doing everything she could think of short of stripping her weapon down, the Ostron lass confirmed that she was not only stuck with a shotgun that wouldn't fire, but also the lack of a munitions pouch that would have been full of useless shotshells anyway. Spying an opening, Sorn leapt around the Warframe to follow up with an attack of her own. She wasn't particularly tall or strong like her companions were, but she was at the very least resourceful. Gripping her Tigris tightly by the stock with both hands, she swung the weapon around in a wide arc, sending its fangs right into the midsection of her target as the Atlas sent it bowling in her direction.
[Rolled 16, 4 Damage]
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The disfigured Warframe appeared unarmed, but Sorn knew better than to underestimate a Tenno. Taking a step forward, she unslung her Tigris from over her shoulder and fired at the approaching Warframe's feet as a warning shot. A fluid quick-draw movement that might even be considered impressive... except there was no boom of a shotshell, no shockwave sweeping through the grass. She pulled the trigger again and again, checking her safeties and breaking the shotgun open. Two little shells, sitting innocently and uselessly in the breech.
Her gun wasn't working.
In the next moment, she was behind the tallest and largest of the group, keenly putting the wall of muscle in between herself and the Warframe.
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The Ostron lass had been putting up a rather brave font ever since she tumbled out of a rather nauseating trip and landed uneasily on her feet. But that ended as she quickly jerked her head upward and cupped her mouth, clearing suppressing the urge to vomit at what she had just seen. With tremendous effort, she managed to simply cough spectacularly instead of creating a regurgitated mess on the dirt to match the ex-Doctor's. When she looked up, her eyes were watering with strain, but composed herself as fast and well as she could.
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"Tch."
The Ostron girl had done little to hide her distaste at working alongside a Grineer upon arrival. But nevertheless, she hopped in after him - seemingly keen to put some space between herself, the numerous rifle barrels pointed at her and perhaps even the two musclebound warrior gods who stood several heads taller than herself. While she didn't appear too deterred by a freefall into the great unknown, having one hand cupped firmly over her mouth and the other clutching the stock of the bladed shotgun slung across her back were subtle indicators of her reservations.
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The fire stopped, and did not continue. The blow - while not entirely unexpected, still sent Ag'ni back several feet, and it was only for the anchorage of his mechanical legs and the sense of invigorating warmth that crept up from the ground beneath him that he could catch himself from falling.
Righting his footing, the Grineer in black rose to face the one in blue, if only for just a few moments. A high-ranking officer with all the prostheses, armaments and fireproof armour afforded by the position against a lowly Empire deserter with a flamethrower had a very obvious and poetic outcome. Without a word, Ag'ni backpedalled out of the way at a compromising but unyielding pace.
He wasn't alone. He brought Tenno.
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In the brief moments of stunned silence from Grineer outside the room, the Scorch acted. Opening the doors himself, Ag'ni loosed a pressurized stream of hellfire to catch his former brethren by surprise, bathing the entire doorway and anyone that lay beyond in flames. Fire may not have been the most effective option against armoured foes, but at such close range, the sheer intense heat and buffeting waves of rapidly-expanding air was bound to disrupt even the most hardened of infantry formations. The Scorch held his position, steadfast with apparent faith in the squad that had only just barely met.
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47 minutes ago, Oobloobx said:SpoilerDELTA
Cyrus waited for a moment when the Grineer had gone, checking that they weren't going to suddenly turn back and deal with them. When satisfied, he moves into the room proper, hungry to explore.
Something had been left behind when the swarm marched past, a silver orb of mystery, a button-like circle begging to be pushed. As tantalising as the idea was, it was...probably best to first check whether this was a bomb or something else that would doom them all if activated. Besides, maybe it should be examined closer to find out what makes up this thing.
"Does anybody recognise this?" The Tenno says, holding the orb up while trying to balance keeping quiet with letting everyone hear him. "One of the Grineer dropped it, I think."
The Scorch peered at the object, but seemed to have not the faintest idea of what it could be.
"Maybe the Cephalon might know. This thing." Ag'ni said. Being of no help when it came to this object, he took up position near the doorway that opened up to the passage beyond where numerous Grineer troops had stormed down just moments before. It seemed unlikely now that any more troops would come barging into the room at this point, but where ambushes were concerned, Ag'ni was not going to be on the receiving end.
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Name: Tiger Sorn
Race: Ostron
Age: 22
Gender: FemalePersonality: Good-natured, adventurous and carefree - but somewhat reserved in unfamiliar social settings. She is also a rather emotional person which can get the better of her at times.
Weapon: Sorn's name comes from her signature weapon she received from a Tenno she assisted out in the plains as a teenager - the Tigris. Having lost her munitions pouch and with her gun mysteriously unable to fire however, she has expertly resorted to using its solid wooden stock and the sharp blades along the top and front of the shotgun as a Heavy two-handed melee weapon.
Bio: An Ostron from a small family of hunters in Cetus, known for their archery. Aside from hunting animals and vermin, Sorn also joined her senior family members in shooting Grineer for sport, being as adept with the bow as her father. Her interest in adventure was ignited when a Tenno friend she made told her about her missions and travels across the stars. With the blessing of her family, she adopted the name Tiger Sorn and left Cetus to seek her fortune elsewhere, regularly sending letters and gifts home to her family. Despite her finesse with the bow and arrow, the Tigris quickly proved to be her weapon of choice. She uses both barrels in methodical and precise two-step takedowns, all the while wearing a pleasant smile.
Appearance: Standing at about 175cm, Sorn has mildly dark skin and youthful features, a lithe athletic frame and wavy chestnut hair that is typically pulled back into a short ponytail. Her attire consists of the bandage-like wraps commonly worn by the women of Cetus, dyed in dark brown. This is worn under a lighter-coloured manteau.
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Will this one reach 10 pages?
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1 hour ago, Oobloobx said:SpoilerDELTA
As Cyrus' Archwing reaches the airlock, he turns to see...well, something. Space itself seemed to crack and burst with a flash of blinding light as a small ship falls out. So that was what a Lantern was. Interesting. It was clearly more than just effects of whatever was cloaking this ship - some kind of way to open a hole to the Void, to conceal ships and the like. But...now wasn't the time for posturing.
The airlock opens, and Cyrus slips in, taking a look at the unusual cleanliness of the room. Maybe it was actually a research ship after all. A group of Grineer guards seemed to be on the move somewhere...interesting. Maybe to try and deal with the other two louder teams? Whatever the case was, they either hadn't noticed or didn't care about the airlock, and the Tenno wasn't keen on announcing their arrival, choosing to let them go.
Cutting the makeshift tether with a small knife, Ag'ni hopped from Cyrus's Archwing and into the room, quickly unslinging the Ignis Wraith from over his back. His mechanical legs didn't allow him the quietest of movements, but he crept into position behind cover at a column of tall vertical piping in the middle of the room as quickly as he could. With a small puff, the pilot light on the Ignis burst into life, a shimmering blue that matched the sheen that now covered the Scorch as his pocket shield generator powered up.
As a relatively close-range fighter, Ag'ni would not do very well alone against his medium-long range ex-brethren. His weapon could panic entire firing lines or waves of melee shock troops if he caught them with an ambush however. Such surprise-from-cover tactics typical of Grineer Scorch units served them well, and Ag'ni was well aware of that fact.
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3 hours ago, Oobloobx said:Spoiler"We should go," Cyrus says to his Grineer passenger, "Though I'm not too sure how this will work...I think you can fit, but we'll see." He prepares the Archwing, waiting for Ag'ni to manage to get in before taking off into space.
"Events are visible, yes. Interaction between the two planes is...limited, it's mostly just inherent Warframe capabilities that can cross into it. Being in there slowly regenerates the energy needed for them, as well."
It was quite a fit, but Ag'ni managed to stow away his Ignis into the Archwing weapons compartment alongside Cyrus's gear. There weren't any footholds, so he lashed his left wrist to a rail on the machine with a sheathed power cord for security and found nooks on the Archwing's frame to hold onto. This way, he could hang below Cyrus and leave him free to use his ranged weaponry.
The Cephalon he acknowledged with a grunt, not wishing to say much amidst the present chatter. He thankfully could afford on-boards installed in his mask - while it offered the Cephalon rather poor and delayed visual feedback, the auditory systems were working well-enough, if not a little prone to static.
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Waiting on @Oobloobx for the insertion post, since it's assumed that Ag'ni will be along for the ride with Cyrus. Archwing could work, since it apparently has life support for people aside from the pilot within it as well. Might be kinda awkward though. -
17 hours ago, Oobloobx said:Spoiler
Cyrus considers whether letting this...Grineer? on his ship was the best idea. Not that he had anything against this man - though having the blood of countless of his kindmen on his hands was...uncomfortable - but rather his mind was drawn to whether or not he would step aboard Cyrus' Orbiter to be greeting by a wriggling mass of cyber-biological stuff in a dish waving a tentacle amicably. After trying to recall whether his...experiments were out or not, he decides that he had remembered to
hidestore them away."I don't see why not. Can't really leave you behind- wait, if you don't have a ship, how did you get here?" Cyrus interrupts himself as the thought suddenly crops into his head.
"Thank you Tenno. I came by supply ship. My gene therapist stays here."
The Scorch didn't seem to do well with longer sentences, but his speech was coherent and unaccented. He continued.
"I am Ag'ni Shn. Good to- Pleased to meet you, Tenno. Cyrus."
Taking a grey-gloved hand off his Ignis Wraith, Ag'ni extended it to the Imago expectantly. This clone might stick out a little in their cell of Void-touched warrior gods, but he appeared keen to work together at least.
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On 2019-09-17 at 8:54 PM, Oobloobx said:SpoilerDELTA
The names under Delta Squad meant nothing to Cyrus - barring his own, obviously - and part of him wondered if maybe he should have actually socialised instead of...awkwardly sitting at a banquet, staring at food. Oh well, advice for next time he was mysteriously invited by an organisation. Delta Squad was arguably the one he was most interested in, the prospect of seeing first-hand what the source of the mystery ship's mystery was...even if it was to sabotage it.
Standing in the hangar, the Tenno quietly inspects his sword, looking closely at the...things...for purposes that absolutely weren't just 'look busy'. There was a fellow Child to-be nearby, and deciding to partially rectify his lack of communication, calls out to them, even if it was nothing more than a simple "Are you part of Delta Squad as well?" Baby steps.
The figure had appeared rather stiff so far, but the shoulders on the Scorch's frame seemed to relax as he recognized the Tenno approaching him - likely out of relief. He trudged towards the Limbo as he approached, stopping just a few feet from him.
"Yes. I have no ship. Will need a way to Half-Light. Can- May I come with you?"
The voice that spoke was dry and throaty, typical of rapidly-aging Grineer and slightly muffled coming through a gas filter.
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The black Scorch waited in the hangar with Ignis Wraith now in hand, the glassy black eyes in his mask scanning the throng of recruits leaving the hall for a certain individual that he hadn't yet met. He had received and understood his deployment well enough - the odd clone in a small cell that otherwise consisted entirely of Tenno.Unfortunately for him, he lacked any kind of personal interplanetary travel, having spent the last few decades riding the vessels of others across the stars. The Children didn't seem to be providing insertion for this mission either, which likely meant that he'd have to hitch a ride. The Void-touched lass had already left on her landing craft, with the Rift weaver before her. That left only the one that the Scorch heard introduce himself as "the Imago". An odd name, but the Tenno themselves were odd fellows in their own right. Hoping to catch his eye before he left, the Scorch stood right by the bridge that led to the landing craft docking pad.
i need it for the riven.market
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Probably needs a forum account with confirmed posts to use that market and chose the RP subforum because nobody would read it anyway.