Lady_Viper Posted November 21, 2016 Share Posted November 21, 2016 (edited) You’d think that now with the ship having had a thorough “examination” and being fully repaired, things would slow down to normal down in engineering. It hadn’t, on the contrary, with the ship freshly repaired after an incident that had killed people and soon to make its first jump after that, the engineering bay was just as busy as it had been right after the accident. Only difference from before was that all engineers had been ordered to wear full Warframe in the bay and if you wasn’t wearing your helmet now then you sure as hell would when the time came to charge up the engines. Atlanta was standing by one of the central consoles going through calculations and estimates with the Rhino who had kept her from going completely ballistic at the Mirage Kate only a few days past. Everything seemed to be in order and any repairs or reinforcements of existing materials and systems was finished. According to all calculations and their own estimates, the ship would be fine doing the jump and the next after that one. And all systems seemed to correspond with those calculations, so far anyway. “Can I help you?” She heard a voice say and looked up to where she had heard it. By one of the doors, one of her engineers had stopped next to a Banshee Atlanta couldn’t remember seeing before. At least it wasn’t that “accident”-prone Mirage. The Nova raised her voice and said “What are you doing over there? And what do you want?” Her voice was as direct and to the point as her questions and her gaze were fixed on the Banshee as she awaited a reply. --------------II--------------- Things had been rather uneventful after he and Lancelot had had their talk with the Tower’s Cephalon. Uneventful in the aspect that nothing more had gone wrong so far. Nothing had broken, nothing had attacked them again. Only repairs, training and duties. Which when you consider how things had been just on the journey to the tower, was calm. Arthur guessed he should be grateful for the calm as it gives everyone a chance to recover. But he needed things to happen around him to be able to stop his mind from wandering. He didn’t like feeling guilt and had avoided the Mirage as best he could. Jinx had noticed this and given him weird looks but not pushed him on the issue. She had probably figured it out on her own by now anyway. Other than that, the most eventful thing that had happened was when Jinx’s new Kubrow pup had started chewing on things and they both had to start thinking about where they put down their gear. Securing the room to make sure that nothing harmful was in the pup’s way, and in his own case essentially playing tug-of-war with it as he tried to get his weapon cleaning set back from it. The little critter left some rather deep dents on the casing but the tools inside were still in good shape. At this moment, he was doing what Tacis had set him on doing for the past few days now. Keeping an eye on Dalimir and stalking him around. Having been granted access to the CPID’s tracking function came in handy when he had to stay out of sight in larger environments and still have his location. Such as now was the case with moving about the tower. He didn’t need Dalimir in his eyesight to follow him and when the Nekros stopped he snuck closer, enhancing his audio receptors to hear better. Dalimir had been acting cautious and it was clear that he didn’t trust easily. That last part could very well just be the way he was, he did strike Arthur as someone to be slow to trust others but he couldn’t say if it in that case had gotten worse after the incident in the infirmary or not. The Nekros had even gone back to the infested lab to download data again, even after others had gathered tons of data and he himself had handed back the datamodule he had left there before the infested attacked. Arthur put this down to Dalimir’s apparent mistrust of others. What he had noted though that wasn’t a character treat was the fact that the Nekros seemed to be poking at things related to Temperance while still avoiding the so called captain. Looked like Jinx had been right when she said that he was dead set on finding the “truth”. Suddenly he seemed to stop in his tracks, and was turning back. Arthur had to quickly find a place to hide before Dalimir spotted him. He just about managed to get up to the ceiling and pressed himself the surface of what he had always thought was a large round chandelier and stayed there as the other Tenno passed below, waiting for him to get a head-start and then followed him again. He was heading back to the Manifold. As they moved further into the ship, Arthur compared their position the the map, and realized that they appeared to be heading to Hydroponics. --------------------II---------------------- Being stuck for observation in the sickbay for a day wasn’t Jinx’s idea of “fun” though one could say that it had, later in the day, been “interesting”. A Banshee user had showed up, walking from patient to patient and been more prone to nonsensical chatter than she could ever remember Yui being back home in the Clan Dojo. And that Nova basically talked nonstop when she wasn’t running around like a Kubrow on stimms. Though the obvious religious tones in her speech along with the overly optimistic perkyness was something Jinx found very unsettling. She’s had to deal with people being next to religious in the practice of their work before, and it was something she could definitely do without. She hadn’t even been sure how to interpret her own voice as she told the Banshee to leave. Shocked, stern, nervous, stressed or freaked out. She did leave her alone after that though. And Jinx could soon return back to her duties with her back only feeling a bit stiff, but not in pain. She did have more reason to be happy in the end. The Kubrow egg she had brought with her on board had hatched only a few days after and the pup had been sniffing out every inch of her and Arthur’s room. When she wasn’t on duty she allowed him to follow her around the ship, which was mostly to the training rooms or the mess hall. Do to his affinity for creating chaos, as they had experienced firsthand in their own quarters, Jinx had found the name Moros quite fitting for the pup. Other than that, Grandmaster Tacis had started to train with her and Arthur. But as at least one of them was usually on duty, they hadn’t been able to fight against Tacis as a team like they were used to. It felt very strange to her, something was always missing. It was easier to fight as a team. They had done that since they awoke from cryo-sleep and hardly ever needed to speak as they moved. She knew that Arthur wasn’t doing the normal patrolling on the ship but some surveillance on Dalimir. So, on her own initiative she had kept track of Temperance since he left sickbay, Void knows what he’d get himself into after that stunt with the colossus. Being a Nyx made it easy to follow him around while staying out of site. Staying unnoticed mentally was a little harder with that thing in his head, but as long as she didn’t start digging into his brain it was relatively easy. Today was no exception, she had followed him again, and was now positioned nearby Hydroponics 2, waiting for him to leave again. That, was the most boring part, the waiting. But said waiting might be necessary with Dalimir on the loose, if Temperance’s other half felt it had to protect itself, she might have to take him out. Speaking of the devil, she could sense a familiar presence closing in, two in fact. One was Dalimir, the other Arthur. Jinx could only watch from the shadows as her prediction seemed to come closer to happen as the Nekros entered Hydroponics. “Arthur, what’s he doing here?” She asked her brother over their private comline. Not long after he had found her and stood beside her. “No idea, I had hoped to have him avoid Temperance, but with you here that's a negative on that hope. He stopped as if he just thought of something, or maybe he got a message.” The idea of Dalimir going to Temperance after receiving a message was very unsettling. Had someone in the crew told Dalimir about Temperance? She found it unlikely as only a handful knew about it at all. Maybe someone had pieced things together themselves and told the Nekros of their suspicions or even trying to incite something. She didn’t need to look at Arthur to know that his mind was going in the same trail of thought. “You’re monitoring them, right?” She asked “Yep, so far they’re staying on a distance from one another. What about your end?” “Dalimir is suspicious, and Temperance is unchanged from before, no sudden bursts of emotion. I haven’t dared doing much more than surface scan.” ----------II---------- When Jinx left her and Arthur’s room she had done so in the belief that the door was Kubrow-proof. With the little pup also taking many and long naps on her pillow, what could possibly go wrong? But the pup did wake up before Jinx got back. And as with any child when they get bored, started to entertain himself. In this case, what he was not supposed to be doing, and try to find a way to open the door. The little fur-ball was very motivated to say the least as it after all was left alone, and it knew there was a lot more interesting things on the other side of said door. Interesting smells, lots of strange people and of course food. After some trial and error he did manage to get out and immediately started sniffing around the area. Remembering one of the routes he usually took with Jinx, the little Kubrow trotted down the hallway and eventually came to the place he’d seen food been taken out from. Sniffing the air he knew he had come to the right place. Getting through this door was easy and soon the pup was exploring every inch of the place, sniffing around to find some treats. That didn’t get much result as there were hardly any smells left other than some chemical one that didn’t smell food. Finding a cupboard he tried to push it open, biting in the edge and pulling it, got inside only to find bowls and the like. And as he got back out he accidently pulled some of it out with him. In his search he tried to jump up on a counter only to slide back down, pulling some sort of tool down with him. When it almost landed on him and made a horrible sound as it hit the ground, the pup ran and hid behind another workbench, peeing a little as he calmed down. Finally he came to a wall where he could actually smell the faint sent of food. Eager to get to it he started chewing on the containers, jumped up on one of the shelves and knocked a few down to break the containers open, before subsequently jumping down again and start chewing on anything he had managed to break open. Or sticking his head into the container and then start chewing. All in all, Moros was pretty pleased with himself. Edited November 22, 2016 by Lady_Viper Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owlrrex Posted November 23, 2016 Share Posted November 23, 2016 (edited) Souna While Souna rode the lift upwards to the deck on which the bridge was, a certain uneasiness crept upon her. It wasn't just the nervousness of an important meeting - she would not only make an impression in front of the Grandmaster, but also most of the other officers, probably - but something else. She felt her own posture straighten, her hand stroked her helmet as if to smoothen her hair, and her senses were tingling with tension. She was careful not to clench her fist to tight in which she held the data stick which held her work of the past week, not to crush the tiny piece of metal. As she stepped towards the door behind which the bridge laid, her mind was basically blank, aside from her intention why she was here, to which she clutched tightly. Then the door slid open, and Souna made two firm steps inside, just enough to let the door slide shut behind her again, and like a soldier told to Look Alive, her heels hit the floor forcefully, as if to sink the claws into the plating. "Tenno Souna is here to deliver a report on the ship's software and its analysis by the Cephalons to Grandmaster Tacis." she announced, her voice clear, her hands put together behind her back. She didn't even realise her behaviour, so strict, so formal. It was just... what came to her mind. It came up from her subconsciousness, and went straight out, unfiltered by reason. This was what she had always done. It was that simple. Remarkably, besides being loud and clear from under the helmet, she did not sound commanding in the least. It was just an explanation for her presence, and until someone would minister to her, she would stay exactly where she was, proving her determination by silent patience. Maina Maina was not wearing a helmet, currently and most of the time when she was around. First, she liked to feel the air move around her. Second, she thought that it would be much easier to talk to someone whose face was visible. And third, with everyone being on their guard and battle proven and this being the biggest gathering of Tenno she had been present at in a long while, she couldn't help but feel safe and just disregard the necessity of it.But then again, she didn't plan to stay long in the engineering deck, and sure as hell not when the monstrous machines were in full operation. Had Atlanta known of Maina's horrible history when it came to machinery, she might've kicked her out straight away to avoid another episode like Kate's. Maina had figuratively 10 left thumbs when it came to circuits, cogs, pipes or anything related. Without her Cephalon's help, her own Orbiter and Liset would've fallan apart within a month or two. Being abandoned was less disruptive to a machine than Maina trying to fix it. But that's not what she's here for, either, so there's no reason to be afraid, right? When the engineer talked to her, she had barely answered "I'm looking for a little something that you might have here..." in a blissfully innocent voice, then the Nova had called out for her and Maina looked to her, her head tilted slightly, curiously. "You're Atlanta, right? I just came in..." she pointed to the door behind her, unneccessarily "...because I'm looking for some spare wire. Different colors would be great. I don't need much, just like... I don't know, a few meters ((3-10 feet)) each color?" She pointed the rough length with her hands, which was such a vague gesture that any bit of wire longer than a lower arm would fit it. "10 different pieces would be great, but any bit helps, really." she spoke lightly, but apparently had not really thought about these details before being asked, and improvised them on the fly. While speaking, she dreamily swayed on the balls of her feet, just a few centimeters left and right, and her gaze looked around, devoid of any understanding of what the machines around her were good for - but nonetheless admiring. "Do you have a spare of that?" Edited November 23, 2016 by ArrexDrandko Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Temperance000 Posted November 23, 2016 Author Share Posted November 23, 2016 (edited) No sooner had Kate spoken than the head of her erstwhile boss – sans helmet – peered over the edge of the fabricator table she was working on. Aside from the scarlet flicker of arclight deep in his eyes, Alaric’s plain features and vaguely mussed mop of brown hair showed remarkably few signs of the Void and Technocyte corruption common to most Tenno. “The boards need replacement? Really?” The trace of incredulous irritation in his voice was clearly directed at the components rather than Kate. “Money-grubbing Corpus corner-cutters.” There was the clunk-clanking of objects being shifted, the distinct click of fresh circuit boards being removed from their storage housings, and a moment later the components dropped into Kate’s waiting hand. “Those ought to do it for you. Good catch, Kate,” Alaric said, his voice muffled by the machine casing between them. A pause, then, “Oh, if you’re replacing the circuitry, you might need to check the morphic transformers as well. There’s a fresh stabilizer capsule next to you, right about where you’d normally find your left pistol grip.” He kept an ear cocked for Kate’s reply, if there was one, as he went back to his own work on the machine’s manipulator arms, a small smile on his face at seeing the little Mirage happily engrossed in her work. If Kate was listening closely, she might hear him murmur quietly, “It’s so nice to have another mechanic on-board.” +++ Range Master Sema had largely kept to herself in the week since the Colossus incident, working over her warframe data with Alaric and writing draft after draft of a formal report to Tacis and Temperance. She was now on her way to the bridge to deliver the twentieth-odd version of that report in person, her steps heavy on the deck as she considered the possible consequences of her actions. She had not told Alaric that she was delivering her report today; if she had, noble idiot that he was, he would have insisted on accompanying her. No, this was her shame to bear, and hers alone. The Manifold was not a large ship by the standards of most factions in the Origin system, but it was large for a Tenno ship, and the walk to the bridge from the Armory took time. Plenty of time to reflect, and dread. +++ Hydroponics 2 was a stark change from the endless rows of steel shelving and growth beds that characterized Hydroponics 1. Groves of living trees flourished here on the lowest inhabited levels of the ship’s forward sectors, their roots sunk deep into soil-filled wells while their branches stretched towards the radiance of the overhead solar lamps. Leaves rustled softly in the artificial current of the circulations systems that kept air flowing through the cavernous deck, their susurration just masking the hum of drone repulsors and the soft chirrups of Ancilla’s airborne proxies as they harvested the first crop of Lua Peaches. Temperance was kneeling in seiza beneath a sprawling tree with a twisted, intertwined trunk and small, heart-shaped leaves, and seemed content to wait quietly as Dalimir approached. The Nekros came within a few paces and stopped, clearly expecting a response to his earlier statement. For several moments, there was only the sound of stirring leaves. “Did you know, Tenno Dalimir, that some of the trees here were spliced from seedling whose genetic roots predate the Orokin Empire?” Temperance asked softly. “This one here,” he lifted his gaze to the tree under which he sat, “was called ficus religiosa, the sacred fig. In the time before Orokin, it was said that a wise man sat beneath this tree and meditated until he attained bodhi, the state of enlightenment. His teaching later inspired millions to follow in his footsteps, seeking a true and just way of living, and ultimately, release from mortal suffering in the embrace of true death. The Middle Path, I think it was called. Temperance.” He shook his head and sighed in resignation. “Of course, like most every pre-Orokin ideology, his teaching had been twisted almost beyond recognition by the time the Golden Lords came, and after that, who cared for dusty old faiths when the immortal embodiments of physical perfection walked the worlds?” With quicksilver grace, Temperance flowed to his feet, and to Dalimir’s ever-suspicious gaze, the movement would seem subtly wrong, displaying a depth of fine control that not even Tenno bodies should be able to achieve. “I was once a scholar like you, Dalimir,” Temperance said, his voice tired and burdened with the weight of old choices. “And you are correct in thinking that knowledge is power. But that power can lead us to very dark places, and some things cannot be changed simply by knowing. Sometimes, the knowing changes you. Some secrets should be left to fester far beyond the light of day, until they wither and die, and are forgotten.” Temperance’s gaze bored into Dalimir’s faceplate, and there was naked entreaty in the Ash’s voice. “Your quest is a noble one, but I must ask you: do not seek this knowledge, Dalimir, please. Do not make my mistakes. If you do, I do not know if I can save you from what follows.” Edited November 23, 2016 by Temperance000 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darkshifter98 Posted November 23, 2016 Share Posted November 23, 2016 (edited) Smoke wafted through the empty spaces of Setebos' quarters. The smell was pleasant enough, as if the source of the smoke came from a candle. The smell was all anyone could think about as the room was pitch black, save for the center, which held Setebos, kneeling in a circle of lit candles. The Oberon was deathly still, hands on his thighs as he contemplated the events of the day. There was very little to contemplate. Setebos' shoulders rose slowly, then slowly descended as the sound of an exhale through his lips escaped from his helmet. The candles all extinguished at once, plunging the room back into total darkness. He slowly pulled himself back onto his hooves, one hoof in front of the other until they were both planted on the floor before standing to his full height. Rolling one of his shoulders lightly, he carefully waded through the dark before flicking the light switch into the on position. The room slowly faded back into existence as the soft white-blue lights sprung to life. Setebos stepped over to his plant, examining the glass casing that now covered the soil, as well as the yellow-green trunk that sprouted up from beneath. Smoke was bad for oxygen-breathing life forms, and plants were no exception. The dome would keep smoke out, but still allow Setebos his meditation. Setebos glanced up from his plant, examining the air. Smoke still swirled in the upper reaches of his quarters, the scent of the candles tickled the nostrils ever so lightly. Setebos decided it best to keep the cover on for now, and strode over to his weapons. His resting period issued by Healer Cordia should have been over by now, and now was the perfect time to hone his abilities before the next conflict. He slung his Paris Prime over his shoulder, and positioned his quiver over the Steel Meridian sigil on his right shoulder as he usually does before exiting his quarters, striding towards the shooting range. Trace amounts of smoke escaped from his room as the door slide open to allow him passage, but no more as it quickly closed shut. The shooting range doors slide open for Setebos, walking past the door frame without a second thought as the doors hissed shut behind him. He spotted Lancelot practicing with a Nikana, and then Sah'jey some distance away with a Spectre. Setebos made not effort to greet the two, not wanting to disturb either of them. As he took up a position at a booth, a holographic target sprang to life, round and featureless. Setebos stared at the target for a few moments before reaching back for the bow on his back, gold, glittering, and pristine. The hand that held the grip clenched and unclenched softly before he pulled an arrow from it's quiver, notching it in the green bowstring of his Paris Prime. Then, ever so slowly, he drew the arrow back, being sure to place importance on form rather than speed. The arrow went back as far as it could go, and Setebos waited, silence hung in the air around him as he stood perfectly still, making the smallest of micro adjustments. With a simple but sudden release of his fingers, the bow snapped forward, propelling the arrow at dizzying speeds into the target with a semi-loud "Thunk!" The arrow buried itself into the second-most center ring, teetering on the border between the second ring and the very center, or the bulls eye. Setebos lowered his bow slowly, rolling both his shoulders with a soft sigh. He took his hand off the bowstring and ran it over his chest, feeling the discomfort of his ribs from holding that stance. Setebos reached back as he realized he could do nothing to quell his discomfort due to the thickness of his armor, and grabbed another arrow from it's quiver. Edited November 23, 2016 by Darkshifter98 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dalimir Posted November 25, 2016 Share Posted November 25, 2016 (edited) On 11/23/2016 at 5:59 AM, Temperance000 said: Hydroponics 2 was a stark change from the endless rows of steel shelving and growth beds that characterized Hydroponics 1. Groves of living trees flourished here on the lowest inhabited levels of the ship’s forward sectors, their roots sunk deep into soil-filled wells while their branches stretched towards the radiance of the overhead solar lamps. Leaves rustled softly in the artificial current of the circulations systems that kept air flowing through the cavernous deck, their susurration just masking the hum of drone repulsors and the soft chirrups of Ancilla’s airborne proxies as they harvested the first crop of Lua Peaches. Temperance was kneeling in seiza beneath a sprawling tree with a twisted, intertwined trunk and small, heart-shaped leaves, and seemed content to wait quietly as Dalimir approached. The Nekros came within a few paces and stopped, clearly expecting a response to his earlier statement. For several moments, there was only the sound of stirring leaves. “Did you know, Tenno Dalimir, that some of the trees here were spliced from seedling whose genetic roots predate the Orokin Empire?” Temperance asked softly. “This one here,” he lifted his gaze to the tree under which he sat, “was called ficus religiosa, the sacred fig. In the time before Orokin, it was said that a wise man sat beneath this tree and meditated until he attained bodhi, the state of enlightenment. His teaching later inspired millions to follow in his footsteps, seeking a true and just way of living, and ultimately, release from mortal suffering in the embrace of true death. The Middle Path, I think it was called. Temperance.” He shook his head and sighed in resignation. “Of course, like most every pre-Orokin ideology, his teaching had been twisted almost beyond recognition by the time the Golden Lords came, and after that, who cared for dusty old faiths when the immortal embodiments of physical perfection walked the worlds?” With quicksilver grace, Temperance flowed to his feet, and to Dalimir’s ever-suspicious gaze, the movement would seem subtly wrong, displaying a depth of fine control that not even Tenno bodies should be able to achieve. “I was once a scholar like you, Dalimir,” Temperance said, his voice tired and burdened with the weight of old choices. “And you are correct in thinking that knowledge is power. But that power can lead us to very dark places, and some things cannot be changed simply by knowing. Sometimes, the knowing changes you. Some secrets should be left to fester far beyond the light of day, until they wither and die, and are forgotten.” Temperance’s gaze bored into Dalimir’s faceplate, and there was naked entreaty in the Ash’s voice. “Your quest is a noble one, but I must ask you: do not seek this knowledge, Dalimir, please. Do not make my mistakes. If you do, I do not know if I can save you from what follows.” How Dalimir hated meeting those he found suspect in places of tranquility. It was an obvious attempt to dull his senses and lull him into a form of blind agreement. He had read many times an article that had pointed out the fact that many cults did the same, keeping their unaware joiners dulled and complacent to keep them from seeing the truth standing in front of them: That they were only there for the betterment of their "masters". It was at this point Temperance began to prattle on about some ancient, long dead religion that served to be where he had gotten his name. Typical pratter, completely irrelevant to the topic both knew this meeting was really about. Then Temperance stood up, and Dalimir visibly stiffened before taking a quick step backwards. The movement was standard for standing from a kneeling position, but the sheer fluidness of it gave him the impression that it was unnatural, further pointing out the extent of Temperance's infestation. Dalimir's posture slackened slightly, Temperance should be a Tenno, a brother to him, and as much as he had to, he wanted not to think of him as a puppet of the Technocyte. His voice sounded weary at first when he spoke. "Temperance, where are we going? We both know that message was meant for you, and you alone. I now realize that the very fact you entered a pass-phrase in the first place should have been a major tell. But I wanted to trust you. Is your dead lover as much a lie as the passphrase you spoke in my presence? Where are we going Temperance, and who or what awaits us when we get there?" Dalimir took a deep breath as he allowed Temperance to respond to that before his posture took on its previous tension, his stance showing he was ready to fight as the anger and suspicion returned again, as he must always regard Temperance with such now. "Do not think to sway me from my goal, Apoxcyst!" Dalimir now shouted, unaware of the two listeners just on the other side of the door he had just entered the room through. "I know what you hide inside that Warframe you are no longer fit to wear! I will drag the fledgling awareness of this crew upon your true nature kicking and screaming if I have to! I will even get Tacis and Cordia to see the error of their ways, since they seem so keen on defending an abomination such as yourself! Or have you already placed them under your thrall with your corrupted flesh?!" Dalimir drew his twin Magnus pistols, but did not yet aim them at Temperance, showing that he was ready to defend himself, but would not yet strike the first blow. "Do you think to sway my purpose with empty threats? Nothing shall shake my steel will from this task I have taken on! Yes, I do believe knowledge is power, but I do not do this for me. I am honour-duty bound by my clan to attain all the knowledge and secrets that I can. For I wield the Sphere of Knowledge and Secrets, and it demands all." Posture and stance set, Dalimir was ready for just about any move Temperance could make. Should this encounter come to blows, he felt he was prepared. Edited November 25, 2016 by Dalimir Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wolfheart297 Posted November 27, 2016 Share Posted November 27, 2016 On 29/10/2016 at 3:05 PM, ultimatumcore said: Annabelle had refrained from responding, assuming that all she was doing was agitating Jinx. Over the course of the next week, she seemed to avoid people entirely, contacting Scittarus when possible from inside the ship to request digital copies of books to download, and spending a worrying amount of time alone in her room, coming out for meals, and attending to her medical duties with a smile, but afterward not speaking to anyone unless spoken to. She made an exception, however, when a Valkyr that Cordia had needed to strap down was released, Annabelle just finished cleaning up the area and had a bit of free time, and decided to follow along. She watched the simulation practice with an impressed expression, she could usually track Tenno easily enough, but this one actually seemed to move more quickly. She bit her lip when the bombard landed a rocket on Kat, but kept silent and didn't interfere. She looked to Kat as she stepped from the VR room. "Quite commendable, Tenno Kat... Moving like that, and fresh out of the medical ward too." She said, turning to follow along with the Valkyr. Kat was taking off the Hikou pouches when the Trinity approached her. She remembered her... Annabelle, a medical aide. She shrugged, apparently somewhat neutral to the company. Heck, Kat had maintained herself pretty isolated from the rest of the crew, but having someone to talk to wasn't that bad. "I guess..." She stored the pouches back in her locker. "It's hardly that much. I've been through worse." She clenched her hands, feeling them slightly numb, probably still from being unused for a whole week. "Still, im not at 100% yet. And until I finaly get these @(*()$ things off of my arms, I never will be either." She turned around and looked at the Trinity. "Don't suppose it would be advisable to try and rip them off again, right?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Achaix Posted December 13, 2016 Share Posted December 13, 2016 On 23/11/2016 at 7:59 AM, Temperance000 said: No sooner had Kate spoken than the head of her erstwhile boss – sans helmet – peered over the edge of the fabricator table she was working on. Aside from the scarlet flicker of arclight deep in his eyes, Alaric’s plain features and vaguely mussed mop of brown hair showed remarkably few signs of the Void and Technocyte corruption common to most Tenno. “The boards need replacement? Really?” The trace of incredulous irritation in his voice was clearly directed at the components rather than Kate. “Money-grubbing Corpus corner-cutters.” There was the clunk-clanking of objects being shifted, the distinct click of fresh circuit boards being removed from their storage housings, and a moment later the components dropped into Kate’s waiting hand. “Those ought to do it for you. Good catch, Kate,” Alaric said, his voice muffled by the machine casing between them. A pause, then, “Oh, if you’re replacing the circuitry, you might need to check the morphic transformers as well. There’s a fresh stabilizer capsule next to you, right about where you’d normally find your left pistol grip.” He kept an ear cocked for Kate’s reply, if there was one, as he went back to his own work on the machine’s manipulator arms, a small smile on his face at seeing the little Mirage happily engrossed in her work. If Kate was listening closely, she might hear him murmur quietly, “It’s so nice to have another mechanic on-board.” "Yeah, I dunno. Corpus usually have higher standards for product quality - consumers won't trust your brand if your goods are crap." She fiddled with a pair of cables, making sure the connection was secure. "Then again, monopoly. They can get away with sh¡tty overpriced products if they're the only suppliers." She took the circuits with an automatic "Thanks" and slotted them into the machine. Kate moved towards the transformers, observing them carefully. "Yep, stabilizer is running a bit low. No rush though, it'll last for two... no, three more days until it needs replacement. Waste not and all that." Although pleased by Alaric's comment, she didn't let it show, instead acting as though the already repaired fabricator was her only focus. "Say, were the Corpus actually involved in the Manifold's construction? Or were they Perrin Sequence?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Temperance000 Posted December 25, 2016 Author Share Posted December 25, 2016 For all the emotional charge in the air, Temperance’s voice was calm and even as he replied. “I know only that we follow the signal to a Garden World called Pollux,” he told the Nekros. “The contents of the other message were for me, and me alone. Please believe me when I say, I know nothing more about this mission, Dalimir. Seek to unravel that mystery if you must, but please, delve no further into me and my past. These secrets are best forgotten, and if I have my way, I will take them to my grave, wheresoever I may find it.” “Do not think to sway me from my goal, Apoxcyst!” Dalimir shouted, his stance radiating anger and suspicion. “I know what you hide inside that Warframe you are no longer fit to wear! I will drag the fledgling awareness of this crew upon your true nature kicking and screaming if I have to! I will even get Tacis and Cordia to see the error of their ways, since they seem so keen on defending an abomination such as yourself! Or have you already placed them under your thrall with your corrupted flesh?!” Dalimir’s pistols were in his hands, and Temperance fought the instinctive urge to close the distance and disarm him. Fortunately, Dalimir was still speaking and seemed to miss the sudden flare of internal restraint. “Do you think to sway my purpose with empty threats? Nothing shall shake my steel will from this task I have taken on! Yes, I do believe knowledge is power, but I do not do this for me. I am honor-duty bound by my clan to attain all the knowledge and secrets that I can. For I wield the Sphere of Knowledge and Secrets, and it demands all.” Such drive, such passion. The thought wormed its way to the surface of Temperance’s mind. A pity it will be nigh-impossible to direct. A chill slithered over his skin as the implications sank in. Dalimir would not stop, would not turn aside. He already knew – or thought he knew – so much that should have been hidden, and left unchecked, he would undoubtedly learn more. Control. Temperance fought down a tinge of panic. I am still in control. And another part of him, warmth tinged with red, whispered in reply: You know what is speaking, Temperance. Fight it. With a calming breath, equilibrium returned, and Temperance straightened to face Dalimir’s anger with resignation. “A warning then, Dalimir, one Tenno to another. I have walked this path before, and it leads to places we Tenno were not meant to tread. You wish to throw this ship into chaos; so be it. If I cannot turn you from your course…I will stop you. I must stop you. I’m sorry.” When Temperance took the first step, he half-expected Dalimir to shoot him on the spot. Every instinct was screaming as he kept walking, moving at a deliberate, unthreatening pace past the stiff Nekros and towards the bay doors. Purposely exposing his back to an armed, likely-hostile Tenno was about as close to suicide as Temperance had ever come, but a part of him knew that he needed to do this. He needed to prove to himself that, against all logic and precedent, he was still capable of trust. +++ “Oh heavens, no!” Alaric said with a laugh. “The Lotus wouldn’t let the Corpus anywhere near a project like this. Can you imagine how they would react if it was generally known that Tenno could field anything larger than a stealth shuttle? No, as far as the Corpus are concerned, these components are either marked off as ‘lost to Tenno raiders’ or, as you already guessed, ‘sold to the Perrin Sequence.’ Lovely fellow, that Ergo Glast. Pity he and Cressa Tal don’t get along.” He closed the service panel on one of the fabricator’s printing arms with a satisfying click and set about clearing tools off the surface. “All done up here, by the way,” he called. “Let me know when we can spin it up for a test run.” +++ Sema reached the bridge at last. Checking the CPID locator function afforded by her rank, she noticed that a Tenno Souna was already inside, and apparently speaking with Tacis. With a weary sigh, the Mesa-user settled herself against the wall of the corridor to wait. The fewer people around to witness this, the better. +++ [Only when he had several inches of solid Tenno steel between Dalimir and himself did Temperance allow his guard to drop a fraction. Somehow, he was not at all surprised to find Jinx and Arthur lurking at a discreet distance. Electing to ignore the twins unless they approached him, he tapped his CPID and messaged Tacis as he continued walking in the general direction of the nearest dropshaft. +++ Dalimir will continue to cause problems. We will likely need to take preventative measures. Please have the ship ready for departure as soon as all departments give the all-clear. We have delayed long enough. +++] This section is contingent on Dalimir not riddling Temperance with holes, and will be altered based on Dal’s actions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Astralin Posted December 27, 2016 Share Posted December 27, 2016 On 11/15/2016 at 9:42 PM, Achaix said: Abraham sighed contentedly, leaning back to admire his handiwork. Every surface had been cleaned and polished to a mirror sheen, all ingredients sorted alphabetically into neat containers aligned on the wall, the tools were hanging from their magnetic strip. The Food Foundry lay in a corner, gathering dust. Consciously ignoring that gastronomic abomination, Abra left the kitchen. Tacis was a tidy man: he was sure the Grandmaster would keep the new level of cleanliness. Yes indeed, the kitchen was looking nice and hygienic, and there was absolutely no risk in leaving the door unlocked. Yet, as he left, a chill ran down the Oberon's spine. Something menacing was coming... Sah had traveled out of the combat range and to the cafeteria, having pulled up Abra's location. She had made it without much distraction passing by a swath of crewmen on their way to the engine core, heralding that they would soon depart the station, she was a bit upset that she had not gotten time to explore herself. It wasn't daily that one was able to explore a mostly pristine orokin tower, let alone a friendly one. It wasn't to be however, she wished that the damned cephalon would stop watching over her like some beast over it's mewling young, if the situation needed Sah'jey was sure she could handle it full and well in her current state. The door to the cafeteria slid open, and she took a step in, "Abra?" She looked around not immediately seeing him, and since the CPID didn't like to give lower levels exact details on location she had to search the relative area still, "You in here still. I wanted to have a chat about-" Her voice halted it was still hard to say, despite her attempts to normalize with the fact, she'd have a new one in a few weeks, just as strong as her old one, why was she so bothered by this. "About.. my uh..... your- no the prosthetic." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drakeardian Posted January 20, 2017 Share Posted January 20, 2017 (edited) Meanwhile, in the Training room, Lancelot had finished his Nikana practice and started to sit down and began to check his Galantine over, humming as he inspected it over before put it into his back holster as he took his leave for the Cafeteria. While he went there, he hummed a song to himself, mainly to relieve boredum and to help think about to what he was in the mood for to eat and drink Edited January 20, 2017 by Drakeardian Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Achaix Posted January 27, 2017 Share Posted January 27, 2017 On 27/12/2016 at 4:40 AM, Astralin said: Sah had traveled out of the combat range and to the cafeteria, having pulled up Abra's location. She had made it without much distraction passing by a swath of crewmen on their way to the engine core, heralding that they would soon depart the station, she was a bit upset that she had not gotten time to explore herself. It wasn't daily that one was able to explore a mostly pristine orokin tower, let alone a friendly one. It wasn't to be however, she wished that the damned cephalon would stop watching over her like some beast over it's mewling young, if the situation needed Sah'jey was sure she could handle it full and well in her current state. The door to the cafeteria slid open, and she took a step in, "Abra?" She looked around not immediately seeing him, and since the CPID didn't like to give lower levels exact details on location she had to search the relative area still, "You in here still. I wanted to have a chat about-" Her voice halted it was still hard to say, despite her attempts to normalize with the fact, she'd have a new one in a few weeks, just as strong as her old one, why was she so bothered by this. "About.. my uh..... your- no the prosthetic." "Oh, Sah'jey!" Abra's face broke into a smile. Upon noticing her hesitation, concern flickered into his expression. "What's the matter? Is something wrong with it?" He remembered the unique sensation of lacking a limb, the eerie feeling of absence. When he closed his eyes, it was still there, but the lie only worked for a moment. The omission of a response when his hand should be touching something was enough to unveil reality. After getting his prosthetic, that phantom pain receded, but he sometimes felt a disconnection, as though his true arm was trying to disengage from the metallic replacement. It was not pain, but a sensation of wrongness beyond description. The experience was not a pleasant one. -+- On 24/12/2016 at 10:08 PM, Temperance000 said: “Oh heavens, no!” Alaric said with a laugh. “The Lotus wouldn’t let the Corpus anywhere near a project like this. Can you imagine how they would react if it was generally known that Tenno could field anything larger than a stealth shuttle? No, as far as the Corpus are concerned, these components are either marked off as ‘lost to Tenno raiders’ or, as you already guessed, ‘sold to the Perrin Sequence.’ Lovely fellow, that Ergo Glast. Pity he and Cressa Tal don’t get along.” He closed the service panel on one of the fabricator’s printing arms with a satisfying click and set about clearing tools off the surface. “All done up here, by the way,” he called. “Let me know when we can spin it up for a test run.” "Pfft. You'd think at least a few major Corpus Boardmembers would wise up already and just ally with the Tenno." The Mirage mused. "They'll just keep hemorrhaging funds if they try to stick a finger in every proverbial pie." "Also, five platinum Cressa and Glast are into each other but the Lotus keeps up the rivalry because otherwise too many Syndicates would be allied, and unity is no fun." She giggled at the thought of such an unlikely yet oddly fitting pairing, turning back to the fabricator. "Anyway, I'm done here. Just gotta... Yep, done for real." "Let's start small with a cipher module." Her fingers tapped at the holographic display, selecting and beginning construction. Within a moment, the arms of the fabricator spun and weaved molten plastics, metal and circuitry into a handheld device - once finished, a pleasant chime rang out. "Looks good. You wanna try with something more complex, an incubator core or something?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady_Viper Posted March 17, 2017 Share Posted March 17, 2017 Atlanta wasn't quite sure what to make of the spectacle in front of her. The banshee very presence, or lack thereof, was more akin to an absent-minded child instead of a warrior. Her mannerism and lack of precision in her language wasn't helping ether. All in all, a very childish presence. Her face might be covered by her Nova helmet, but her gaze and stare was fixed on the Banshee. Had her helmet not been there, Maina would have seen the chief engineer's expression of disbelief mixed with fascination. Atlanta just barely registered the question she was asked when trying to process the spectacle in front of her that was Maina. "Wire? You want us to spare wire?" She said in disbelief before bursting out into a laughter that could be hard to tell if it was in mocking or amusement. Probably because Atlanta wasn't sure herself, this all seemed too absurd to her. "We're out in unknown space, away from help, on our own and can't be sure when or if we'll find something helpful or of use. And here you are, asking us to spare resources, the only resources we can count on having for this entire trip. Even trying to claim that a few meters aren't much when every centimetre counts out here. I can't tell whether you're pulling my leg or simply haven't used your brain!" -------------------------------------- A scream, shout, something that carried an accusing tone. Arthur was out of reflex on his way to storm in to fend off whatever was happening in there before Jinx put a steady hand on his shoulder to hold him back. "Wait, there is severe tension, but none of them has gone into action yet." At the first sign off that there might be confrontation, Jinx had focused even more, to the point where she might have been detected by another Nyx had she started to go deeper into any of the possible combatants minds. Luckily she hadn't had to, she detected no sign of struggle, no sign of pain. Only anger, and a tension so thick that you could probably cut through it like a knife through butter. Arthur stood down, still tense and ready to spring into action, he could sense the same tension in Jinx despite her trying to keep up an appearance of being in control. He looked down on his CPID to check Dalimir's position, and he hardly made any motions. Jinx was right, it probably meant they were at a standoff. They stood there in silence, trying to listen in and keep track of their positions. Not long after, Jinx uttered a displeased "He's coming" to which Temperance walked out the door. He seemed to register their presence but otherwise ignored them and walked away. With a single glance and nod to each other, Jinx walked in a brisk pace after their Captain while Arthur stepped back into the shadows, so to speak, and continued his game of staying two moves behind Dalimir while keeping track of him and tailing him. As Jinx caught up with Temperance, she caught him in a steady arm-in-arm grip while matching his pace. Turning her head towards him, she gave him an uncharacteristically sweet looking smile which was not matching the almost snarky tone in her voice as she said "We're going to have a little talk, you and I" And as if to make a point, tightened her arm-in-arm grip on him. --------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Moros had run into a bit of trouble as he had gotten his head stuck in one of the jars while trying to reach the last of its contents. All to which the pup was swiching between trying to get it off and running around making desperate little noises in distress. After a bit, he did manage to get it off. Although now with the fur on his head and his nose covered in some sticky, brown, sweet and viscous fluid. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fishworshipper Posted April 2, 2017 Share Posted April 2, 2017 On 11/23/2016 at 1:36 AM, ArrexDrandko said: Souna While Souna rode the lift upwards to the deck on which the bridge was, a certain uneasiness crept upon her. It wasn't just the nervousness of an important meeting - she would not only make an impression in front of the Grandmaster, but also most of the other officers, probably - but something else. She felt her own posture straighten, her hand stroked her helmet as if to smoothen her hair, and her senses were tingling with tension. She was careful not to clench her fist to tight in which she held the data stick which held her work of the past week, not to crush the tiny piece of metal. As she stepped towards the door behind which the bridge laid, her mind was basically blank, aside from her intention why she was here, to which she clutched tightly. Then the door slid open, and Souna made two firm steps inside, just enough to let the door slide shut behind her again, and like a soldier told to Look Alive, her heels hit the floor forcefully, as if to sink the claws into the plating. "Tenno Souna is here to deliver a report on the ship's software and its analysis by the Cephalons to Grandmaster Tacis." she announced, her voice clear, her hands put together behind her back. She didn't even realise her behaviour, so strict, so formal. It was just... what came to her mind. It came up from her subconsciousness, and went straight out, unfiltered by reason. This was what she had always done. It was that simple. Remarkably, besides being loud and clear from under the helmet, she did not sound commanding in the least. It was just an explanation for her presence, and until someone would minister to her, she would stay exactly where she was, proving her determination by silent patience. "Tenno Souna is here to deliver a report on the ship's software and its analysis by the Cephalons to Grandmaster Tacis." Unexpected. I had not requested a software report. Had Temperance? Possible, though unlikely. He has had his own concerns. With one quick step the Grandmaster had spun around, and with two more he would be within range for Souna to pass him the report. His gait and posture were smooth and elegant - yet somehow also rigid, commanding in the way that only the Grandmaster could be. Hardware failure aboard the Manifold brought us here. Software failure aboard the Tower unleashed the Infestation. "Since we have just finished repairs on the ship, a non-automated evaluation of our software would be prudent." Tacis mused, half to himself and half to Souna. "By whose orders was this done? Your own, or a superior's?" He asked, his voice hardening into its typical state. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owlrrex Posted April 6, 2017 Share Posted April 6, 2017 Souna Tacis did not in the slightest disappoint Souna's expectations of a Grandmaster and Prime-Tenno. And she was eager to be equally flawless in her duties. When Tacis had responded to her announcement and stepped close, she handed over the data stick with one hand, as the other still kept behind her back with her upright posture unmoved. She was not a small woman, and gained a few centimeters with the warframe's clawed feet, so she was most likely at least eye-to-eye with Tacis, and with that, she felt perfectly comfortable. Yes, she was comfortable with the situation, even though it the outwards appearance suggested the opposite. This was how things were supposed to be. Soldier and Superior, Command and Action, Request and Response. "Compiling this report was my own initiative, with the blessings of Iudicium. He provided the required source data." she reported truthfully and immediately, breathing deep and steadily to keep her voice level throughout her report, even as she spoke of the Cephalon that she would've voiced in a more dismissive tone if she had been free to do so. Just as her voice were level, despite her many motifs she had when setting herself to this task and delivering the results here in person, she was sure that Tacis' head was filled with no less schemes and plans as she asked her taht simple question. Judging independence, willingness to avoid the ship's regulations, and responsibility were the most direct benefits, and she was confident that her answer would leave a good image of her in all three categories. While fighting down the idea to suggest a more invasive check of the ship's digital bowels - she had hinted at the Cephalon's chance to influence the results of her report already - she stood motionless, her eyes inspecting Tacis and the bridge around him without moving her head, trying to memorize as many details about where people worked and the room's tactical layout as possible. Just in case. A suprised Tenno was a failed Tenno. Maina Maina tilted her head to the other side when Atlanta started to laugh, as her rethorical question was not really a clear answer, and with her yellow's eyes' gaze fixed on the Chief Engineer's face, she waited for more. Had her expression not been so benevolent, it might've been a piercing look. And she got more, in an elaborate and passionate tirade. Maina looked as if she was attentively listening now, and Atlanta's anger washed over Maina, leaving her shining and unperturbed like a pebble on the shore. She even smiled, understandingly and trying to soothe the woman in front of her. "I'm not really that good with machines, you know... That's why I asked you. Because you would know." It was as if she just hadn't been insulted. After all, people said lot of things that they didn't mean, she thought. "A simple 'no' would have been just as good." One more look around at the workers, took in their stress-ridden postures and movements, even without seeing their faces. Maina had a talent to pick up on things that people took an effort to hide, even though she rarely had the chance to interpret them right. "I hope your work goes well. We're all counting on you." she said softly, turning half towards the door. She didn't really feel like saying goodbye, after all they might run into each other just at the next meal again. As her gaze had fallen back onto Atlanta, who was probably the most stressed of them all, she stopped in her motion, and her look for the Chief Engineer became a bit worried, as was her tone of voice when she spoke again. Worried, friendly and willing to help. "I think you need someone to talk to. If you ever have the time, you can come to my room, and I will listen to you. You'ld be suprised how much that can help a person." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
(XBOX)AjarGman Posted May 21, 2017 Share Posted May 21, 2017 In the time since the Infested breakout had been contained and the Tower Cephalon restored, Xiu had spent what time he had spare from keeping himself able to work to helping with the repairs wherever and whenever he could get himself onto another duty shift in any capacity. With repairs and what fine tuning being done where it needed be, he was thinking ahead while he worked to the event that if there was another failed jump what would be the cause and what could be done to perhaps prevent it. Failing that what would then need to be done to fix the problem. In his experience he does ultimately recognize the futility of trying to predict and alter the future in general. He just began murmuring quietly to himself that- On 3/17/2017 at 7:19 PM, Lady_Viper said: Wire? You want us to spare wire?" She said in disbelief before bursting out into a laughter that could be hard to tell if it was in mocking or amusement. Probably because Atlanta wasn't sure herself, this all seemed too absurd to her. "We're out in unknown space, away from help, on our own and can't be sure when or if we'll find something helpful or of use. And here you are, asking us to spare resources, the only resources we can count on having for this entire trip. Even trying to claim that a few meters aren't much when every centimetre counts out here. I can't tell whether you're pulling my leg or simply haven't used your brain!" He would need to remember what he was being philosophical about later, Atlanta's incredulous laughter and following barbed remark drew his attention to the Nova for a moment, noticing as well the Banshee she was addressing. These last few times someone had just walked into Engineering without being there to work always seemed to end in some conflict with the Chief. Guess it can't be helped, not if the person doesn't know any better anyway. They'll soon learn though. Deciding its no business of his to get involved in this latest affair he started returning to his work, but not before he heard a snippet of the Banshee's reply. On 4/6/2017 at 8:57 AM, ArrexDrandko said: I hope your work goes well. We're all counting on you." Aw hell He couldn't say why these words stuck in his head, but he chose then to finish up his task and sent a private message through his cpid to Atlanta stating that he would be on call as usual while he made sure the Banshee would not need to return to Engineering for the time being. Walking up to the Banshee he says , "I didnt catch all you said earlier, but Id like to think that I am a resourceful one. Maybe I can help you out if you wouldnt mind filling me in? Something about wire?" The way he had positioned himself had the stranger and Atlanta in his sights and his back to the exit just in case. He'd rather not be caught between Atlanta and the other lady just in the event Atlanta brings her Opticor to bear against the other. While he felt this situation wouldnt call for something like that you just never know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fishworshipper Posted August 9, 2017 Share Posted August 9, 2017 Spoiler On 4/6/2017 at 5:57 AM, ArrexDrandko said: Souna Tacis did not in the slightest disappoint Souna's expectations of a Grandmaster and Prime-Tenno. And she was eager to be equally flawless in her duties. When Tacis had responded to her announcement and stepped close, she handed over the data stick with one hand, as the other still kept behind her back with her upright posture unmoved. She was not a small woman, and gained a few centimeters with the warframe's clawed feet, so she was most likely at least eye-to-eye with Tacis, and with that, she felt perfectly comfortable. Yes, she was comfortable with the situation, even though it the outwards appearance suggested the opposite. This was how things were supposed to be. Soldier and Superior, Command and Action, Request and Response. "Compiling this report was my own initiative, with the blessings of Iudicium. He provided the required source data." she reported truthfully and immediately, breathing deep and steadily to keep her voice level throughout her report, even as she spoke of the Cephalon that she would've voiced in a more dismissive tone if she had been free to do so. Just as her voice were level, despite her many motifs she had when setting herself to this task and delivering the results here in person, she was sure that Tacis' head was filled with no less schemes and plans as he asked her that simple question. Judging independence, willingness to avoid the ship's regulations, and responsibility were the most direct benefits, and she was confident that her answer would leave a good image of her in all three categories. While fighting down the idea to suggest a more invasive check of the ship's digital bowels - she had hinted at the Cephalon's chance to influence the results of her report already - she stood motionless, her eyes inspecting Tacis and the bridge around him without moving her head, trying to memorize as many details about where people worked and the room's tactical layout as possible. Just in case. A suprised Tenno was a failed Tenno. On 12/24/2016 at 5:08 PM, Temperance000 said: Sema reached the bridge at last. Checking the CPID locator function afforded by her rank, she noticed that a Tenno Souna was already inside, and apparently speaking with Tacis. With a weary sigh, the Mesa-user settled herself against the wall of the corridor to wait. The fewer people around to witness this, the better. "Your foresight does you credit, Tenno Souna," Tacis responded, his voice calm and level. Praise for a job well done is just as important for maintaining a competent, cohesive crew as punishment for a botched work, and Tacis knew this well. Spoiler "Your foresight does you credit, Atropa!" Tacis laughed, trying - but obviously failing - to hide his pride behind a thin veil of professionalism. Even with her helmet on and posture perfect, he could tell that the green and black Saryn was beaming behind her helm as he gave his praise. "Now," He said, kneeling in the circular arena as is traditional, "this time, try and use the flat of your blade to..." Tacis blinked. Twice. Thrice. When did that happen? He had never been part of a clan, nor could he recall tutoring any Tenno before Jinx or Arthur. He had more important things to focus on, though. Tearing himself from his seemingly newfound memory and the questions it raised, the Grandmaster returned his attention to his surroundings. An unread message buzzed on his CPID and out of the corner of his eye he noticed Sema just outside the Bridge. He quietly digitized the data-chip that Souna gave him, before pulling Temperance's message to his HUD and hailing the Rangemaster on a private channel. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owlrrex Posted August 21, 2017 Share Posted August 21, 2017 Souna was barely able to disguise her pride at Tacis' words as a deep breath. Foresight. That was what she would be remembered for. A very beneficial outcome. When Tacis did give her neither further questions nor a distinct order to leave, she turned on her heels towards the entrance, only to halt, and then turn back to the Grandmaster. Just now there was something else she had to address - and now was as good a moment as any. "Grandmaster, with all due respect, may I inquire if any squad shooting drills are scheduled to precede our next engagement? In the fight against the Infested, firing discipline and coordination have been... fragmented at best." It was hard to find words that weren't accusing, but still appropiately describing the chaos of that encounter and displaying properly her low judgement of an 'each for themselves'-tactic. Sure, battle was always messy, but to structure the chaos and subdue it to your will was to show strength. Not just ride the wave and endanger other Tenno recklessly. Focused on the Tacis and trying to appeal to him in proper form, she didn't notice Sema behind her, and even if she had - this was important, Souna wouldn't have felt bad for making the Mesa wait if she knew she was there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Temperance000 Posted September 1, 2017 Author Share Posted September 1, 2017 Still tense from the confrontation with Dalimir, Temperance’s danger sense spiked at the touch on his arm. It was only a combination of Cardina’s calming influence and a last-instant recognition of Jinx’s presence that kept him from flinching. He turned to meet the Nyx’s helmeted gaze with his own, his bearing betraying weariness and frayed nerves. “Jinx. What is it?” he asked tiredly, stopping and turning to face her. “And before you answer that, is this a talk that needs to be had away from prying ears?” +++ “I strongly protest your assessment of unity’s…fun-ness,” Alaric said, though any attempt at gravity was ruined by the lopsided smirk that spread across his face at the thought of secret rendezvouses between Cressa Tal and Ergo Glast. “Unity gives time for the writing of poetry and the forging of cool things.” He considered for a moment, then added, “Most of which cool things, admittedly, are then used to blow stuff up. And I have yet to hear a Tenno poem that did not include, in some measure, references to swords, honor, or highly symbolic flowers.” The foundry finished its work with a pleasant chime, leaving the cipher module spinning lazily in a suspensor field. Alaric plucked it from the air and cast a sidelong glance at Kate when she suggested that they try an incubator core next. “I suppose we have the argon crystals for it after our last jaunt through the Void,” he conceded, “but I’m not sure why we’d need one. There are no Kubrows on board to incubate.” If only he had known how wrong he was. +++ The clatter of containers and utensils in the otherwise empty kitchen was interrupted by the soft hum of repulsors as one of Ancilla’s drone proxies drifted through the refectory outside the service window. The unit paused at the commotion reaching its audio receptors and drifted curiously closer, passing through the window and over counters and tabletops until its optics registered the Kubrow pup in the middle of the mess, its muzzle smeared with the sticky contents of the jar at its feet. From her place in the Manifold’s network, Ancilla took a moment to process the feed from her drone, then, inaudible to all but her brother Cephalons, let out a digitized, “Oh dear.” +++ The private ping from Tacis came as a slightly unwelcome surprise, as he still seemed engross in conversation with Souna. Still, standing and waiting would only prolong her discomfort. Sema accepted the hail on her Warframe’s internal comm.s and stood a little straighter. Something in Souna’s stance was…abrasive to her sensibilities, but that was a matter for another time. She pushed the matter from her mind and waited for the Grandmaster to address her at his convenience. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Astralin Posted September 22, 2017 Share Posted September 22, 2017 On 1/26/2017 at 8:46 PM, Achaix said: "Oh, Sah'jey!" Abra's face broke into a smile. Upon noticing her hesitation, concern flickered into his expression. "What's the matter? Is something wrong with it?" He remembered the unique sensation of lacking a limb, the eerie feeling of absence. When he closed his eyes, it was still there, but the lie only worked for a moment. The omission of a response when his hand should be touching something was enough to unveil reality. After getting his prosthetic, that phantom pain receded, but he sometimes felt a disconnection, as though his true arm was trying to disengage from the metallic replacement. It was not pain, but a sensation of wrongness beyond description. The experience was not a pleasant one. "Well, yes and no. It all feels wrong when i shoot with this arm. Attempting to compensate for the recoil and then finding there isn't any." She shook her head and looked at the prosthetic once again rotating it and viewing it over. "It's just debilitating and strange, a Mesa who misses a shot is unheard of as i'm sure your aware. So leaving things as is isn't acceptable." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Achaix Posted September 24, 2017 Share Posted September 24, 2017 On 1/9/2017 at 2:56 AM, Temperance000 said: “I strongly protest your assessment of unity’s…fun-ness,” Alaric said, though any attempt at gravity was ruined by the lopsided smirk that spread across his face at the thought of secret rendezvouses between Cressa Tal and Ergo Glast. “Unity gives time for the writing of poetry and the forging of cool things.” He considered for a moment, then added, “Most of which cool things, admittedly, are then used to blow stuff up. And I have yet to hear a Tenno poem that did not include, in some measure, references to swords, honor, or highly symbolic flowers.” The foundry finished its work with a pleasant chime, leaving the cipher module spinning lazily in a suspensor field. Alaric plucked it from the air and cast a sidelong glance at Kate when she suggested that they try an incubator core next. “I suppose we have the argon crystals for it after our last jaunt through the Void,” he conceded, “but I’m not sure why we’d need one. There are no Kubrows on board to incubate.” If only he had known how wrong he was. "Nah, hold on. There was one poem by a Vauban, I think, that went a bit like:" 'Child, soldier, builder, god, Yet still I work alone. Clocks tick, time winds back and forth As I try to repair Memories, not machines' "He couldn't rhyme for sh!t, but I suppose he was going for a feeling, not a song. As for the Incubator..." Kate shrugged before crossing her arms, leaning against the Foundry. "I dunno, I just want to work with Argon as quickly as we can. Even considering our use of Argon-infused items, the actual crystal itself keeps..." With a wave of her hands, she imitated dust blowing away. "Poofing into nothingness, you know? Better take advantage of our recent haul to make what we can." -+- On 22/9/2017 at 6:43 PM, Astralin said: "Well, yes and no. It all feels wrong when I shoot with this arm. Attempting to compensate for the recoil and then finding there isn't any." She shook her head and looked at the prosthetic once again rotating it and viewing it over. "It's just debilitating and strange, a Mesa who misses a shot is unheard of as i'm sure your aware. So leaving things as is isn't acceptable." Abra hummed, bringing up his mechanical hand to scratch at his helmet's chin. "This sensation of disconnectedness won't go away by itself. Gaining a biological arm won't make it go away - it'll still be a transplant, and it won't be a perfect copy. The best way for you to regain your sense of balance, coordination and in turn aim is to start with little things, not jump straight ahead to shooting. Did you think getting this arm of mine was a simple operation from which I recovered immediately? No. It'll take time and patience." "Even so, listen to yourself. Recoil is a problem with every single firearm, and minimizing it is something all gunslingers learn. If you can adapt your style to incorporate this new strength, you'll become a greater fighter than before." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drakeardian Posted September 27, 2017 Share Posted September 27, 2017 (edited) Finishing up at the Dojo, Lancelot put the Nikana away and sighed. He looked around the Dojo, Sema was not yet here so he figured he'd head down for some lunch. He grabbed his Galatine and holstered it before he headed down to the mess room via the lift. Once he arrived, he began to grab a sandwich with Bacon, Crisp lettuce, tomatoes and cheese. He also got a black coffee, sitting down on the table to drink his coffee and eat his sandwich. He sighed and took a moment to contact Sema -Lancelot to Sema, do you need any jobs doing?- he messaged before leaning back his chair, eating his sandwich. Edited June 27, 2018 by Drakeardian Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dalimir Posted October 20, 2017 Share Posted October 20, 2017 Dalimir restrained himself from jumping at the opportunity to kill his quarry here and now. To attack at this moment would be to bring the wrath of the security proxy down on his head. He needed the majority of the security team on his side. As Temperance walked by after giving its warning, he simply turned his head and spoke aloud. "You'll have to kill me... Abomination." It was not until Temperance left the room that Dalimir holstered his weapons and calmed himself. It was time to build as many allies as he reasonably could to assist him in enlightening or defeating the Command crew. And he knew just who to start with. He opened his CPID and composed a message to Jinx. --Jinx, we need to talk. In private. Meet me in my quarters as soon as you are able.-- It wasn't until after he sent the message that he felt like he was being watched. He looked around and saw noone, but that did not mean he was wrong. He then walked out of hydroponics through the same door Temperance left through, and began making his way back to his quarters. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wolfheart297 Posted October 30, 2017 Share Posted October 30, 2017 (edited) On 20/10/2017 at 8:32 PM, Dalimir said: It wasn't until after he sent the message that he felt like he was being watched. He looked around and saw noone, but that did not mean he was wrong. He then walked out of hydroponics through the same door Temperance left through, and began making his way back to his quarters. Having left the training VR rooms, Kat just wandered around aimlessly inside the ship. She was lost in her thoughts, mentaly reviewing Corpus ciphers and OS's. It was her way of staying calm and focused. Without Sallimarius' presence, Kat felt surprisingly alone. Exposed. Vulnerable. Her Cephalon was more than just a simple AI, it was her friend, not to mention one of the few people who could calm her down. Without her Cephalon's soothing voice and jokes, Kat was doing her best to keep her short fuse in check, not to mention avoiding anything that could trigger another of her flashbacks. So focused she was on reviewing the differences between the previous Corpus OS's that she didn't notice the Nekros as she bumped into him. Her first instinct as she snapped out of her thoughts by the sudden bump was to roll sideways into a fighting position, her Frame's claws stretched out as she was half-crouched, regaining her balance and ready to pounce if necessary, hissing at him like an angry feline. It was only a second after that, when the rational part of her brain caught on, that she quickly regained composure. She stood up straight and bowed her head slightly. "Sorry..." she said before walking past the Nekros, breathing slowly in order to clam her mind. Edited November 14, 2017 by Wolfheart297 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady_Viper Posted December 11, 2017 Share Posted December 11, 2017 Atlanta didn’t move. Despite one of her own engineers getting involved and stepping in between, the Banshee’s words had caught her completely off guard. Not just the words she had said but the way she had said them. It sounded so sincere, like she actually meant it, like a concerned parent. The fact that this concerned parent had the presence of a whimsical fairy only made it stranger. Her mind blanked out for a moment. For once, Atlanta had no idea of how to respond to that, and she found that annoying. What was even more annoying was how it seemed to have hit something in her, stirring up emotions she didn’t want there. All she managed to do was to snort at it and snidely telling the Banshee “Just get out” ---------------------------------------II------------------------------------------ Jinx did not let him stop. Instead, as the Ash tried to do so, she simply yanked him along with her again to keep him moving. At this stage, Jinx was annoyed, really, really annoyed “That you even have to ask that question after this stunt-“ She managed to stop herself from verbally berating him further, she could do that when they were, as Temperance himself had put it, away from prying ears. Last thing she wanted was for Dalimir to somehow hear any of it. A small icon blinked in the corner of her HUD and made a little sound before just continuing its blinking. Jinx’s first thought was that it was Tacis again, wanting to know why she hadn’t replied to his last message yet. Instead however, it was as if the Nekros had somehow sensed the situation she was in, as the message was from him --Jinx, we need to talk. In private. Meet me in my quarters as soon as you are able.— The Nyx’s left eye corner twitched as she made a grimace under her helmet. She couldn’t let this slide, oh no, not by a long-shot. As they passed the nearest storage room, Jinx opened it and dragged the Ash in with her, all in one flowing movement. The second the door shut behind them, the black and red Nyx forced Temperance against the wall and pinned him against it with her left lower arm against hit throat and her right hand at the ready with a Despair, should the Ash try anything. Her visor opened up and pulled back, leaving her scowling face and red eyes visable as she through gritted teeth said “You just LOVE making my life difficult, don’t you?” her every word dripping with distain. Jinx paused for a moment before abruptly adding in a flat tone “I should have killed you when I had the chance back at the church” She then opened up a channel to Grandmaster Tacis directly, and when she got through said “Sorry for not responding earlier. Now about that request you had, we actually have a problem on that front, two in fact. I’m on my way to you, with our captain.” --------------------------------------------------II------------------------------------------------ Arthur watched from a safe distance, with an eye on his tracking HUD, as Jinx hooked arm with Temperance and led him away. Though it could be argued that she was dragging him rather than leading him, he was pretty sure Jinx would call it to “decisively” lead the ash to where she wanted him. Thinking about it, Arthur felt a little disappointed that he had to act as Dalimir’s shadow. At the moment he would much rather listen in on whatever their oh so honorable captain was about to go through because of this stunt. Maybe Jinx could let him listen in through their com-channel. One could hope. As he noticed movement on his tracker, Arthur immediately made sure to be out of site when Dalimir stepped through the door. Once again he remained his shadow. Out of sight, but close enough to be able to spring into action, which he almost did when hearing commotion from Dalimir’s location further ahead. But there was nothing to warrant him revealing himself, instead he tried to see if he could find another route to avoid meeting the crewmate Dalimir just did and risk any interaction that the Nekros might hear or notice. Avoiding that however, proved to be impossible unless he moved too far away from Dalimir. Instead, he slowed his pace, and even stopped and waited to give the Nektos a bit more distance to avoid revealing himself. -----------------------II---------------------- Moros was in the middle of trying to get the sticky contents of the jar off of his fur, preferably by consuming it, and was licking as much from his nose as possible. When finished with that, he sat down on his hind legs and moved on to scraping it off from the fur on his head with his paws, before consuming that as well. It took a while for Moros to notice the proxy hovering in the kitchen as he was contently licking his paw. He stopped as he saw the proxy, put his pawn down and tilted his head to the right, looking at it with curious eyes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Astralin Posted January 2, 2018 Share Posted January 2, 2018 On 9/24/2017 at 2:38 PM, Achaix said: Abra hummed, bringing up his mechanical hand to scratch at his helmet's chin. "This sensation of disconnectedness won't go away by itself. Gaining a biological arm won't make it go away - it'll still be a transplant, and it won't be a perfect copy. The best way for you to regain your sense of balance, coordination and in turn aim is to start with little things, not jump straight ahead to shooting. Did you think getting this arm of mine was a simple operation from which I recovered immediately? No. It'll take time and patience." "Even so, listen to yourself. Recoil is a problem with every single firearm, and minimizing it is something all gunslingers learn. If you can adapt your style to incorporate this new strength, you'll become a greater fighter than before." Sah frowned as he explained it all to her, 'it would never be the same even after a transplant...' scratching at the space just behind her ear she thought on his words before deciding with a sigh that she'd need help in this journey. "Well if I can only get better then I need you to help, do you have any tips for... acclimating to the prosthetic? Anything that'll help me with twitch reactions that come naturally to a normal limb? I take it that you have much more knowledge about these things given your inclination towards replacement limbs, and as you said the best strategy is to start small." She grabbed idly at nothingness with her fake hand testing the motions once again, to test her neural pathways towards the individual fingers. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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