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This thread... Doozy, please set it right once more. Make them bow to the true Island Duke.

 

Yo, Doozy don't have to do nothing but make some popcorn while they have a good old fashion death fight on the island to figure out who's the queen of the ant hill.

 

My money's on the black smoke thing from Lost.

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    It had taken months of careful planning, but he had finally found them, and they could not escape. Even now, they were ignorant of his presence, unaware of his purpose and of his agenda.

    He had waited patiently on the roof of the building opposite, had waited patiently for so long, another hour or so wouldn’t mean anything to him now. Their features were unmistakable, even without the frames, he knew who they were- Mag and Excalibur, two of the hunted ones. Two of the sinners, the quarry, the judged. They had always escaped sentence, always defeated him, humiliated him, stolen his blessed weapons. Them and all their ilk.

    But tonight would be his. Tonight he would taste justice, the sweet vengeance that was his due would be his for the taking, in only just a few moments, the tenno would be destroyed.

    He had tracked them to the restaurant. He could have killed them in the car, or in the apartment, but that was below him. It was unclean, risky. He would not allow himself to destroy them without honor, they would know as they died, bleeding out on the cold asphalt, that the Stalker had chosen them. It would have been so easy to wreck a car, to bomb an apartment, to involve innocents, but that was dirty. That was crude.

    When they died, they needed to die knowing that it was him that did it, that he was the reaper and he had extended his pale hand, and had chosen them out of the pack for the culling.

    The moment approached. He saw his targets leaving the building, walking around the corner to the valet stand to retrieve their vehicle.


    Now was his moment to strike. The moment he had waited years for. Without their frames, among the civilian populace, they were finally vulnerable. He watched him kiss her as they waited in the cool night air for the attendant to bring the car around, he held her so close. He would kill her first, so that she would die in his arms, and then he would know the depth of bereavement of the Stalker. The range was not an issue. The wind was dead, the air was moist and clear, the light of a hundred twinkling stars bore witness to his deed, and he pulled the string of his bow to his ear, aiming for Mag’s heart.


    And then the string went slack, and he nearly dropped the arrow. He looked behind him and saw the tenno. The one with the hammerhead prow. It was standing their in full war panoply, its guns on its hips, its weapons on its back, a pair of scissors in its hands, gesturing innocently at his cut bowstring.


    “You!” The Stalker hissed. Without even a breath or a heartbeat, he kicked the tenno in the face, but his foot flew right through the warframe’s jugular and tickled empty air.

    A hologram! The Stalker realized.


    “Naughty! Naughty!” He heard a disembodied voice on the wind, and looked up at the billboard on top of the roof to see the silhouette of the hammerhead warframe making a scolding gesture at him.

    Quicker than lightning, the Stalker reached for the blades at his hip, and with a flicking motion of his wrist, sent three objects scything through the air at the tenno, which bounced right off of his rubbery synthetic skin. Too late the Stalker realized that what he had thrown were nerf foam darts.


    “Looking for these?” The tenno tapped him on the shoulder, holding up a bandolier of Despair throwing daggers. “You should be more careful you know, you’ll put your eye out, kid!”

    The Stalker loosened his scythe from his back and cleaved the tenno in half, but again, it was merely a holographic doppleganger.

    “And the wiki says you’re supposed to be able to ignore those!” He heard the hammerhead warframe mocking him.

    “Come out and fight me under the light of the stars, with honor, you jackal!” The Stalker hissed.

    “Sure, why not? It’s a full moon tonight!” The tenno replied, back on his perch on the billboard, bending over and exposing his buttocks at the Stalker. “Get it? Full moon?”

    With a growl of furious rage, the Stalker threw his scythe up at the foe, but again, the weapon slid harmlessly through the hologram, and embedded itself in the thick board of the advertisement.

    “You’re gonna have to do better than that, cochise. I’ve got a fully leveled energy syphon and streamline installed, we might be here for a while.”

    The Stalker hissed in fury, leapt up onto the billboard to free his weapon, and barely dodged the glinting steel moving past him as he saw it out of the corner of its eye. The Kestrel sheared through the supports of the billboard, and the Stalker leapt away just in time as the giant advertisement tumbled into a heap on the roof.

    “You can’t hide from me forever!” The Stalker growled, snatching up his scythe and brandishing it wickedly.

    “You don’t understand, sweetheart. You can’t hide from me.”

    The Stalker saw the crackling fire of the snipetron vandal’s shot, but he did not hear its silenced barrel. He felt the jacketed bullet tear through his shoulder and punch through his body, spinning off into the night air through his ragged exit wound. The atmosphere was suddenly thicker, the night suddenly warmer. Blood pooled in his warframe’s exoskin, squeaking through his bodysuit. His nerveless fingers dropped his scythe.

    “I’ll get you!” The Stalker hissed, reaching for a smoke bomb to escape with his good hand, “I’ll get all of you!” He swore, throwing it on the ground to envelop his form in a pall of chemical smoke.

    “Just remember one thing next time, crybaby.” The hammerhead tenno said,


    “LOKI. DOESN’T. SLEEP.”


    The hammerhead tenno hopped down from his perch, shouldered his rifle, and rummaged through the wreckage to find the Stalker’s scythe and his bow where they had dropped. “Completed my collection.” He smiled.

    He stood on the ledge of the roof and looked over across the street, Mag and Cal were getting into their car, and then drove off.

    “Friends watch their friend’s backs.” He whispered, remembering something from a long time ago.


---


    “Hey Logan, you’re dead you piece of S#&$!” The bully cried, slamming the skinny boy into the locker, his head bouncing violently off of the latching mechanism and his glasses falling on the ground.

    “I didn’t rat on you, John! I swear!” The skinny boy cried, but it didn’t stop the bully from punching him in the stomach, his fist felt like a cinder block.

    “YO JOHNNY, LEAVE THAT PIPSQUEAK ALONE.” A voice boomed down the hall. It was Ronnie “Rhinoceros” Vincenzo, the captain of the varsity football team and one of the biggest guys on campus.

    “This ain’t your business, Rhino.” The bully spat.

    “YO, MY LOCKER HALL, MY BUSINESS. YOU GOT A PROBLEM, JOHNNY?” Ronnie threatened. “BECAUSE ME AND MY BOY CALVIN HERE CAN SORT IT OUT.”

    The bully took one last cheap shot at Logan, then released him and walked away.

    Ronnie “Rhinoceros” Vincenzo and his best friend and teammate on the football team, running back Calvin “slash’n’dash” Burton picked Logan up and put him back on his feet.

    “YO SKINNY, THAT GOOMBA BOTHERIN YOU?” Ronnie asked.

    “No, I’m fine.” Logan gasped, “Why did you do that for me?”

    “HEY CAL WILL YOU GET A LOAD OF THIS GUY? COME ON! WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?” Ronnie laughed.

    “Don’t you remember Logan? You were lab partners with us in Bio last semester.” Calvin added.

    “YEA BUDDY, YOU SAVED OUR BACON. IF WE DIDN’T PASS THAT CLASS, WE’D BE ON ACADEMIC PROBATION, AND COACH WOULDN’T LET US PLAY FOOTBALL. YOU’RE ALRIGHT IN MY BOOK, KID. FRIENDS WATCH THEIR FRIEND’S BACKS. IF THAT CHUMP EVER BOTHERS YOU AGAIN, DON’T HESITATE TO TELL HIM THAT HE’LL BE DEALIN WITH THE RHINO.” Ronnie slapped him fraternally on the back.

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No. The Dark Sector they planned WOULD HAVE BEEN Warframe. They said Dark Sector is super early prequel and Hayden was the first Tenno.

Actually, they just say it's what influenced warframe, there's no direct proof they exist in the same universe, it could easily just be a reboot, or could just be borrowing some of the plot points.

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You crazy kids and your wacky shipping.

Back in my day, we only shipped one relationship. And they got married and had kids.

When an obsessed zentraedi ace pilot starts gunning for you, you out dogfight her and then marry her, and then your hybrid love child and some crappy min mei pop music defeat the whole alien fleet.

i stumbled into this thread yesterday (extremely late to party) but i'm only on page 36 of however many there is and i can't express the amount of feels gut punching i just received. all my feels are belong to Doozy... 

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i stumbled into this thread yesterday (extremely late to party) but i'm only on page 36 of however many there is and i can't express the amount of feels gut punching i just received. all my feels are belong to Doozy... 

Welcome to the hostage pool and spa. You get used to it eventually.

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Oo-kaaay! I finally reached the ending page of this blasted thing! And I was pretty sure my patience was going to give out.

 

Doozy, do you remember my last question to you? I honestly don't want to back track in the forum to find atm...

I am not the type of person who can be mad and work through it. In my case, all my worst judgements and drama happen when I'm pissed, which thankfully, isn't often. I... I don't like fighting others if I can help it. I would rather have a small, caring audience than anything else. I'm more content when I am enjoying myself in what I'm doing and going at my own leisure. I am happiest when interacting with people, or creating things. I don't care how long it takes for me to get what I want, I will keep plodding along and achieve it in my own time.

 

As for all of the stuff that happened when I was gone... HOLEE BUCKETS OF RANDOM CRAP. Cut Doozy a break and let him enjoy his writing, oi!

I'm really happy to see Banshee and Vauban out having their chance to speak.

I not surprised about Vauban being black, I'm happy for a change in pace. Haven't you heard of Creoles or Cajuns? French black guys do exist here, but I don't see why one couldn't happen in France itself. And I personally want to give Banshee a hug and give her something nice. It hurts to hold it in.

 

Nova, please don't remain silent forever. I want to see what heart strings you're going to pull. I know you can be a game-changer. >:3

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Oo-kaaay! I finally reached the ending page of this blasted thing! And I was pretty sure my patience was going to give out.

 

Doozy, do you remember my last question to you? I honestly don't want to back track in the forum to find atm...

I am not the type of person who can be mad and work through it. In my case, all my worst judgements and drama happen when I'm &!$$ed, which thankfully, isn't often. I... I don't like fighting others if I can help it. I would rather have a small, caring audience than anything else. I'm more content when I am enjoying myself in what I'm doing and going at my own leisure. I am happiest when interacting with people, or creating things. I don't care how long it takes for me to get what I want, I will keep plodding along and achieve it in my own time.

 

As for all of the stuff that happened when I was gone... HOLEE BUCKETS OF RANDOM CRAP. Cut Doozy a break and let him enjoy his writing, oi!

I'm really happy to see Banshee and Vauban out having their chance to speak.

I not surprised about Vauban being black, I'm happy for a change in pace. Haven't you heard of Creoles or Cajuns? French black guys do exist here, but I don't see why one couldn't happen in France itself. And I personally want to give Banshee a hug and give her something nice. It hurts to hold it in.

Nova, please don't remain silent forever. I want to see what heart strings you're going to pull. I know you can be a game-changer. >:3

... Only Doozy is allowed to write that many words in just one post.

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