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The Wall of Bahamut (IC, Invite only)

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“Welcome, welcome.” Doctor Sternberg muttered, facing the small, cherry-picked group that arrived. An Ostorn, a… Tenno? A Grineer, a massive Frost, and an Atlas. 
He wasn’t the one to choose them, and the intern that did choose them will clearly be sacked. 

But it was too late to go back now.

The five had arrived at the new, top-secret space platform just a couple of minutes earlier. They hadn’t even had the chance to talk beforehand -  the whole operation was kept as hushed as possible, with the participants receiving their invites in the form of hashed keys that took quite a bit of effort to crack. 
But they managed to do it.

The platform was small - around the size of a relay’s main room. It was a metal ring, surrounding the newly discovered sphere, with a dock for ships and a small room for storage. 
Scientists, Corpus and Grineer alike, were all huddled around the railings of the ring, facing the sphere, pointing measuring devices at it and whispering between themselves.

“What you see before you, is irregular object A533-8. It suddenly appeared here in the last few days. No one knows how, or why. It’s just here.”

He cleared his throat, starting to pace back and forth.

“Our tests have uncovered that this is in fact no ordinary space ball, but rather some sort of wormhole to a different dimension. If you imagine our known universe as a flat plain, like a sheet of paper, it sits on the upper half of the sheet. But this sphere… is basically a gate to the other side of the sheet. As if someone punched a hole in it.” he took a short stop to breath, and turned in place to face the group.

“We threw in probes and other measuring devices. Only the simplest ones  responded, and only for a few seconds before their signals disappeared. What we know is that the point at which you drop has solid ground, and is surrounded by oxygen, suggesting that this hole leads to a planet, or something of sorts.”

The scientist nervously scratched his nose and threw his lab coat off, letting it fall down on the hastily-constructed metal floor. Underneath it, he was wearing a black radiation suit. It seemed a bit pointless without a helmet, or at least a face mask.

“Our job… is to jump in. See what’s in there. Jump back out. Understood? Good. No questions.”

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and turned towards the railing. He clutched the metal bars, then hopped over them, screaming in fear as he plummeted for five seconds before disappearing into the orb. 
It was quite eerie. There was no sound. There was no splash. There was no change of the shape of the sphere - Sternberg simply… went through it.

And now it was the group’s turn to jump.

They were not promised a reward. Haven’t been given a chance to ask any questions, protest, or decline the offer. They did have a pretty good reason to jump in, though - the 50 snipers that have been aiming at them since they arrived were quite convincing.

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The rag-tag group accompanying Gek weren't exactly what he would choose - far too many Tenno, and the ones that were picked were annoyingly freakishly big. He takes a longer look at...whatever the muscle-bound jester was, the corner of his lip turning in distaste. He decides against making a remark about the authenticity of Jack's muscles, with any luck he wouldn't hae to deal with them long.

Gek wastes no time in stepping after the scientist, trying to fall before the other's in the group because he is clearly braver than these darn youths. As nonchalantly as he could make it look, the Grineer steps off the platform, a lot quieter in comparison to the scientist's screams of terror.

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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 Tenno glanced around. His eyes counted at least 10 snipers. It didn't matter, he was getting paid to dive into some sort alternate dimension. He was getting paid right? It didn't matter anyway. Money was a trivial object compared to whatever the hell lie ahead. His eyes flicked to the frost that stood almost level with him for a second. 

"An odd one" he muttered under his breath

With surprising dexterity he somersaulted cleanly over the railing and dove into the great unknown, unsheathing his sword in the process

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He didn't know why he was here

He didn't know how he was here

He didn't really know a lot at all

That strange figure, who's most of the body kept phasing in and out of this reality, was Zibu, a Specter, an unintelligent clone made only to kill and protect...

... And it was pretty irritated he wasn't doing neither at the moment.

Instead, the puppet was standing still, Silva prime in his hands as some guy in front of him spoke what was to him mostly gibberish, with only four words being understood by the thing, jump in and jump out.

But before doing so, he looked around, speaking with an heavy primitive accent as it's heavily distorted voice spoke.

"Many Shooty Sticks!, Jump in? Jump In!"

As these few words were said, the madman ran off the edge and jumped in doing a full belly flop.

 

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"WOOOO!"

It was a cry that lasted far, far longer than any anticipated, beginning as soon as the boss man had stopped speaking, and ending only as the hulking beast of a warframe known as Jack reached the orb, a ceasless cry that held little meaning other than pure, unadulterated enthusiasm, likely related in some way to muscles. Ever since he had entered the room, the white Frost had been practically vibrating with enthusiasm, excitement coursing through his veins as the leader explained how they were likely going on a suicide mission, no clear mission goals, and no clear exit plan. All he had understood was that the orb led to somewhere yet to be graced by his glorious form. All else was irrelevant. 

And so, with the creepy, ever-grinning face painted on his helmet, the Tenno entered last, performing a swan dive for the sole purpose of demonstrating how his synthetic flesh shifted on his way to certain death.

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The transition through the sphere was rather interesting. Psychadelic flashes of constantly changing colors, a strange feeling of having negative weight, rapid spinning, and stomach-churning sudden turns in the middle of non-existent space.
While it all lasted around half a second, it really felt more like a minute or so.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, each person found himself standing on their feet.

They were standing on a dirt road, about 3 meters wide. The dirt was a white-yellow color, sprinkled with small rocks and out-of-place pebbles.

Surrounding the road from each side was a vast, seemingly endless field of knee-height grass. Small hills decorated the plains, the green blades gently swaying in the breeze.
Except... that there was no breeze. The grass seemed to sway on its own volition, ignoring the absence of wind.

The sky was the shade of blue expected on earth - clear and beautiful, lacking clouds... and a sun. Yet another abnormality. Nothing had a shadow, there was no sun in the sky. Everything was just... lit, somehow. Even stranger, they could feel the calming warmness of sun rays on their skin. It was bizarre and off-putting.

Scattered along the road, between their feet, were several devices, obviously of origin-system origin. Probes, drones, and other measurement devices, including a red osprey with a certain charm to it. All deactivated. No signs of tampering or external damage. Its as if someone just pushed their Off buttons, yet any attempts to turn them on would prove futile.
In fact, attempting to use any kind of technology would not work - guns, electronic devices, cybernetic enhancements. The energy pools of their Warframes were also drained, and they could not communicate with their cephalons.

The last noteworthy detail was a tree, just a bit down the road. It was just a few meters tall, with a boring, wooden (at least it seemed so) bark, and vibrant pink leaves. There seemed to be a figure sitting on a branch between the leaves, but it was difficult to see exactly what it was from afar.

"Holy f*ck holy f*ck holy f*cking sh*t we're f*cking trapped here oh my god no please why is this happeneing to me why me why my oh god please why me what did I do to deserve this please I never did any wrong in my life please I'm a good person I should've just..." Doctor Sternberg mumbled on to himself, just a few meters from the group, clutching his knees, bent over a pile of his own vomit.

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The trip through the sphere thingy was quite odd for Tyr. For an instant he felt like he could see forwards and backwards through time at once. His stomach wanted to rip itself apart due to the vortex clearly being set to "tumble dry". It didn't last too long though since it stopped as soon as it started. Tyr blinked as he found himself standing in the middle of an empty road, his sword sunk into the earth next to him.

"When the hell..?" He muttered to himself. He removed his weapon from the soft earth and put it back into its holster before turning his attention to the pile of pristine electronics and other assorted machinery. Tyr bent down and inspected them, noting the fact that each one was immaculate. 

"What where these for?" he asked approaching the scientist while holding some sort of beacon, who was currently expelling whatever it was he ate. The sobs and howls of the man fell on def ears as the Atlas still moved towards him. "Scientist, what did these do?" he asked again. This time he was within range of the man. He would've asked a third time, but he was cut off by the sounds of another round of bile coating the foot of his Atlas in waste. 

He shouted curses as he stumbled back like he had been hit by acid. A disgusted look crossed his face as the bile dripped down the Warframes' Grey Leg. Normally Tyr was a man of incredible patience and mental fortitude, but something in him just sort of....snapped. Maybe it was the S#&$ty color palette of whatever godforsaken world he has plunged into, or maybe it was the constant sobs of the shriveled up sack of flesh in front of him (but it was most definitely, partially attributed to the human waste coating his leg at the moment), but he sort of broke.

With a mighty heave, his barf covered foot connected with the derriere of the bawling scientist and sent him skittering into the grass nearby. "GROW A DAMN SPINE AND GET UP!" he roared. 

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2 minutes ago, (PS4)SuperShadic445 said:

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Mr. Sternberg yelped as he was pushed into the grass, but was quickly silenced. 
His hurt yelp was replaced by the sound of wet slicing as his body hit the seemingly innocent grean blades - turns out they were actually blades.

The poor scientist's body was sliced and diced by the extremely sharp leaves, leaving him piled up in pieces on the ground. The smell of gore filled the air, blood and guts staining green grass.

And then, it all started to sink.

The blood dripped down the blades, leaving not a single stain behind. 
The cubes of meat, sliced up bones, and neatly cut organs disappeared between the vegetation.

In about 10 seconds, there was no trace of Doctor Sternberg. Not a drop of blood left. No smell lingering in the air, other than his vomit on the road.

It seemed like the grass has eaten our poor Doctor.

Wasn't much of a loss, probably. He bribed the PhD committee.

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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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Gek draws a wheezy breath as he arrives in this strange land, starting a coughing fit but suppressing it as well as he good, bringing his left arm up to...wait, his left arm wasn't working. His decaying face curls into an unpleasant scowl, annoyed more than ever at the Tenno and the way they had to go and cut off his arm. If only he'd known he'd end up in a parallel world where technology was useless...

Irritation at the lack of working limb subsiding, the Grineer takes in his surroundings, taking more than small satisfaction at the Doctor snivelling on the ground, and less satisfaction from the vomit. Everything was...off. The warmth of the sun, the swaying of grass in the breeze, but no obvious causes.

As Gek looks around this seemingly peaceful surrounding, one of the Tenno decides to commit horrible science murder by booting the doctor into the grass...which decidedly was not grass, or did it usually have a taste for flesh?

"Can't go through there, then. Unless..." He trails off, eyeing up the red Osprey, deactivated for who knows how long. Grasping it with one hand, he tries to hoist the dead machine up to throw it into the murder grass, preferably without falling in and dying horribly himself.

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While the others were busy trying to stay composed, or to maintain some veneer of normalcy, Jack was busy screaming his goddamn ass off. Every second since the idea of losing all of his mass had been implanted into his head by the negative weight, he had been screaming. It was a horrifying nightmare, a perversion of everything he had stood for in the... maybe two years he could actually remember. Slowly, however, it passed. The terror had subsided. He carressed his absolutely sculpted arms, whispering sweet nothings to them as if they were his children. No, more than his children. 

And then he began again, only this time pointing at the grass that was eating a motherf***ing person. Arms extended to point at what was now just some spots of red painting the sea of green. They uh... they really weren't in the Origin system anymore, huh? Nevertheless, Jack was a reasonable man. He only screamed for maybe ten seconds, before gathering himself. He was a Tenno, dammit, and a fantastic one at that. He would not be daunted by any otherworldly differences. There was nothing he couldn't handle! Flexing his massive arms, he looked to the sky, to feel the sun rays illuminate his heavenly body. The others would hear incredibly oversized lungs fill with a veritable rush of air.

"What the absolute, everloving, Lotus-blessed f*** just happened, friends?"

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Zibu body would fall seamlessly through the orb, no sound, no visual cues, it just disappeared through the sphere, what would follow would be a mixture of strange corporeal experiences, his body seemingly loosing form as it phased through an indeterminate number of realities, before finally setting back on the ground of this new, strange world.

What would follow would be a mixture of excitement, like if pure energy flowed through the specters non-existant veins, Zibu would then proceed to unlikely stand silent, following the whole scene as it unfolded before him in utter silence, but then, as a certain red osprey was took from the ground, he would start feel uneasy, and in a matter of seconds, he would throw himself to the osprey, grabbing it with both hands before falling flat on the road (Roll: 15/Succeded).

Then, he would come face to face with the osprey's deactivated eye, countless images of chaos, muscles, madness and death unfolded before his mind, his physical body phasing partially between realities as it kept looking, then, like nothing happened, he would stand back up, saying some words before placing the osprey back on the road.

"No this, bad, bad luck to do"

At last, he would raise his hand, pointing to the single tree present in the field.
 

"Tree Man-Thing!"

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And just as he pointed at the tree, the figure between the branches moved.

Or rather, fell.

Flopping down to the grass below.
Judging current events, one would guess the figure was done for. Eaten by the ground.

But much to the onlooker's surprise, the figure rose, standing (somewhat) steadily, undisturbed by the grass..

And it was... almost beyong description.

At first it seemed like an... Ivara? Yet something was just wrong. Then, it started limping towards them, coming from the field. And as they got a better look of it, they would wish it was just a normal Ivara.

It was... a weird amalgamation of an Ivara frame and a skeleton.  Serrated bones bursting out of her right arm, pristine white in color, splintering the strong Orokin material.. Her left arm is completely exposed up to the elbow, revealing exposed, fractured,  scratched bones, with weird bumpy bone thorns randomly scattered about.. She seemed to have a rib poking out of her chest, bent into an almost impossible curvy, snake-like shape. One would assume a bone would break when bent like that, but the strange skeleton proved otherwise.

Half of her helmet has disintegrated, revealing the left half of a broken, deformed human skull, with washed out, dark blue stains all over it, her empty eyehole staring at them with ill intent.
Her lower half was actually in perfect condition - put a giant sheet over her torso and face, and she would look like any other Ivara.

As she paced closer towards them, the group would realize that she was making sounds. Not just any sound... words. Her deformed jaw, half-lodged in her Ivara helmet, was struggling to move, cracking and popping as she spoke, lacking teeth.

"Tear down the wall. Tear down the wall. Tear down the wall." she repeated. Over, and over, and over again. Her voice high pitched and extremely young-sounding. In fact, one would argue that no other Tenno sounded as young as her, assuming she was actually a Tenno.

The abomination progressed closer and closer, still on the grass, yet just a stone throw away.

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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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