[IC] Siren's Call

[SpaceHelicopters]

Take care not to lose yourself, Tenno…

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Two Weeks Ago,

Ragged breaths of exhaustion and barely contained grunts of pain set the tempo for the warped song of shrill cries and gunfire; echoing out and beyond the quickly filling thoroughfares of the undead derelict. Each step that pounded out below her sent fresh reverberations of pain shooting up her side to aggravate her searing wound and tease out drops of precious sanguine from between her clutched fingers. Each bead of delicious crimson that leaked from her side teased desperate and starved screams from the tireless mob that pursued. Stray projectiles tore through the stale air about her in protest; each growing terrifyingly closer as the once dormant undead slowly seemed to recall the arts of war.

Minerva’s nerves were shot; her mind a racing mess of uncharacteristic pessimism, self-loathing, and pure, unadulterated fear once believed to be beyond her. Her brain pounded against her walls of her skull and the whole of her body felt simultaneously fevered and chilled to the bone; her lungs and throat burning at the insufficient air they were forced to take in. At any moment, she was certain her grit teeth would crack under the tremendous pressure she was applying to keep herself from screaming out in agony as physics continued to work against her and slowly split her right hip open.

Why, oh why had she indulged the voices? Her fate had been sealed the moment she stepped foot on the station as her true self; the cry of a searing bolt of energy her death knell as it tore a jagged line across her right hip while all at once the shadows of the station pounced upon her weakness. Warframe wrested away and precious companion obscured as the foolish but brave descendant from canines waged a one-Kubrow war against the infested, Minerva had been overtaken by superior strength in one blinding instant. Claws and teeth of bone and chitin raked across her body; exposing flesh and sending electric arcs of pain through her form as the weight of the hungry horde threatened to grind her bones to dust. She was only free now because she had seized that electric pain and turned it on her aggressors in a great wave; forcibly submerging herself in the fold and tearing away in a burst of pale light that drowned the dead and soothed the shallow grazes across her body. However, it was only the briefest of dips in the void’s healing sea; washing away only the small pains, but not the still crying tear at her side. Tending to that would require a more thorough soak.

She had called back desperately for her companion, but no answer came before she was forced to either flee or succumb once more to the infested that sought to slake their parched throats with her crimson waters. She projected her consciousness into the fold as she ran, desperately searching for the familiar resonance of her Warframe, but though she could hear it answer her call, its replies came scattered and without a discernable source. She sought the safety of the somatic link, but found it to be impossibly far away, which was especially concerning given the nebulous nature of distance within the void. Desiring to find something, anything within the fold, she cried out and a presence made itself known to her. A shadowed being of countless clawed hands stretching and reaching for her as maddening laughter rang out across the fold, echoing off it’s every surface and converging upon her projected being at a deafening volume that threatened to shatter her very soul. Retreating back into herself, the claws did not follow, but she could feel them outside her consciousness; idly raking across the surface of her mind like a Kavat teasing a maggot.

Here with the legion slowly gaining at her back, Minerva had never before been this fatigued of both body and spirit. The fold, once a comforting and serene sanctuary was now a tainted and warped mockery of itself. The sea still answered her calls, but now something sinister lurked beneath its surface; prepared to seize any and all those who would drink too deeply of its stolen waters. She had been running for some time, and though she still felt the entity’s presence, it had since begrudgingly retreated from the surface. Her body fatigued, the claws and bullet cracks drawing tantalizingly close; she dared to skim the surface of the fold if for only a moment. Pale light enveloped her being as she tore forward through reality, adrenaline surging through her form with renewed vigor as she regained her previous lead against the horde. The presence stirred, but her trip had been oh so fleeting. Coming across a side-street, she dared a second dip, feeling the presence’s displeasure at her sudden bravado as it rose from the surface once again too late. Her eyes greedily took in her new surroundings as the instinct for survival cemented itself in the core of her being and smothered her insecurities. Spying a sealed door and hearing the agonized cries of the damned at the mouth of the street, she pushed a third dive into the waters of the fold.

Spectral talons raked across her vulnerable consciousness, tearing weeping wounds across her hide that bled not blood, but the very essence of her being. Falling in a heap in the darkness on the other side of the sealed door, she caught her tongue too late as a cry of ethereal anguish tore itself free from her ragged throat; the long-domesticated power within herself suddenly retaliating with feral intent. The legion beyond answered her cry as their feet beat a fevered line down the street toward her location. Through sheer force of will, she seized her rebellious strength and subjugated it once more just barely as a sudden impact rang out against the door. With exertion, she hefted herself to lean against the backwall of the dark room, breathing labored as she desperately clung to the tattered edges of her consciousness.

Another impact warped the door in its frame; freeing some dull light to seep in and illuminate her surroundings. She was in a storage room. One entrance, no exits. Tubs of long expired industrial grade cleanser and cleaning utensils weathered and weakened by the forces of entropy. Nothing here would aid her, meaning that her only options would be to weather the horde, or attempt to hide from the presence in the fold. Both were suicide, but with the door buckling further with every impact of the impatient undead, she had very little time to deliberate.

Biting back panic, Minerva shut her eyes and loosed a slow, jagged breath as she attempted to focus her hesitant consciousness to slip between the folds of reality to evade the shadows that lurk. Slow breath in, steady breath out; she could do this. Metal yields to flesh, allowing more of the nightmare to seep into the dark space. Her teeth grit and her eyes screw shut. Breathe in, breathe out. Another impact at the door; something metallic flies past her and clatters against the wall. Her free hand clenches into a fist as she squeezes her wound with the other in hopes that the pain will blot out the suffocating dread. She can do this. Yet another slam rings into the now dimly lit room as soft laughter rolls at her consciousness. She can do this; ragged breath in, shaky breath out. She can do this. Impact. She can do this. The laughter grows. Remember to breathe. Impact. She can do this. Impact. She can’t do this. She’s going to die here; she can’t do this.

Hot tears of frustration roll down her weathered cheeks as another impact rattles what remains of the door in its frame and shakes loose a whimper of despair. The floodgates fall as Minerva’s mind drowns in fear and newfound fatalism. The infested at the door loose a hungry cry at her which she returns with one of her own; a shrill and animalistic shriek of desperation and rage. She beats the metal floor with her fist like a child throwing a tantrum, screaming at the horde with defiant fervor as a spark of raw, unbridled anger and frustration flickers to life within her breast. It gorges itself on her emotion, quickly building into a roaring inferno of rebellion that begins to lick at the edges of her consciousness and spill forth into the material plane. Bright light slowly fills the room, inciting the infested to work harder at the door as their cries rise to a deafening volume. Grasping at her impotence manifested with ground teeth set in a bestial snarl, Minerva raises her hand to the quickly failing door; her eyes ablaze with pale light as a source of matching intensity gathers in her outstretched palm. With a final lurch, the door gives way to a torrent of twisted flesh and ferrite plating as the small form illuminating the dark space heaves forth with the weight of an erupting volcano at her back; filling the space with searing white light and drowning all sound with a deafening silence. A soundless cry tears itself from her parted teeth as she forces her lids back despite self-preservation telling her to turn away from this veritable supernova being birthed from her hand; scorching abstract images into her vision and blurring the lines between material and immaterial.

And just as soon as it had come into existence, the light faded, and with it what remained of Minerva’s consciousness; casting her in darkness even before her ragged form crumpled to meet the inviting arms of the still warm metal floor.

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Present Day

There before you lies the mythical “Fortuna et Ops” in all her haunting beauty, whether you be versed in her tales or not. She rests just tantalizingly out of reach; her rounded hull spanning roughly the size of one of Jupiter’s floating gas cities. Even from here you can tell her docking ring is full; the entirety of her imposing form wreathed in a halo of ships of myriad class and make. To have any hope of setting foot on the installation itself, there seems little other option other than bridge with an already docked ship and navigate through it. A minor inconvenience, all things considered.

To any human bearing witness to her majesty, the inconvenience would appear far worth the effort. Warm light spilling forth from her windows and the promise of jolly times almost audible even from this distance. Besides, they would need to stop at some point in their journey to resupply anyway, so why not make it here? Even if they’ve just recently set off, could they be certain they had everything they needed? Humans are rather ashamedly fallible at times, meaning that they were bound to have forgotten something, and it would be all but certain this installation possessed just that thing. Most, if not all, would find passing up such an opportunity to be exceedingly foolish, especially if they were to have any hope of chasing down ghost stories.

As for any Corpus, gazing upon its hull would invoke a strong sense of confidence. It’s make, though grand, doesn’t appear to be anything outside of accepted design; plus, all scans of its interior are returning zero life-signs. The installation’s clearly dead, and has been as such for a long time. Profit certainly must be smiling upon you for you to have come across such an undisturbed and veritable treasure trove of technology; it would take quite the daft individual to fail to turn a profit from such a venture. Clearly, any and all rumors about this place were thought up by some especially greedy individual who failed to have their affairs in order to plunder such a gleaming gem. Only fools believe ghost stories, and you most certainly are not a fool.

One glimpse of its fetid hull is all a Grineer needs to justify purging this filthy abomination from the star-map. Its mere existence is a massive affront to everything they stand for; insulting the impressive and awe inspiring might of the true saviors of the system. Based on the sheer number of ships nested in the derelict’s docking ring, it would stand to reason that it has no doubt claimed a myriad kindred soul. No, on your honor as a warrior, their souls shall be freed from this menace and the ship in its entirety burned away until nothing but cinders remains. Certainly, such a feat would garner the respect of one’s peers; earning them the fear and admiration that is rightfully their own. No, your mind was made up the moment you laid eyes on this despicable creation; by your hand will this behemoth be made to heel. By your hand, will it be made to bleed.

Whether remembered or not, the touch of the old-world inoculates those who’ve felt it’s sting against the siren station’s call. Tenno may see the installation as it truly is; not a pristine oasis in the void, not a hive of fetid flesh and broken bone, but as a relic of a forgotten betrayal. Though the hive mind calls out to all who may hear, there are no real overt signs of rampant infestation. An innate sense of immediate understanding and recognition of sameness on some level resonates within. Its call is made not out of greed, but of necessity. Much like any other entity, it merely wishes to survive, and though it possesses the means to spread and conquer, it seems rather content to list without aim and keep to itself. It calls to you as you draw near, however it sings no songs, nor does it weave a web of lies. It speaks with purpose, and though it wishes for sympathy, it will settle for understanding. Then comes the offers, impossibly accurate as the voice takes on a tone of haunting nostalgia. It knows just what to say; preferring not to break down your barriers, but entice you to tear them down yourself. Like an old, dear friend or long-missed family member, they speak of your experiences as if they were there. Perhaps they were. They admonish themselves for being a poor host, inciting laughter from the both of you as they open their doors and invite you in. Embarrassed, she asks you to mind the mess as she wasn’t expecting to entertain, but quickly reiterates her pleasure to have you as she offers to take your coat. The way she trips over her words is just as you remember her; so pitiable and endearing. Mayhap you tease her or offer some other kindness, but ultimately, you’re certain to indulge her. After all, it isn’t every day you get to see someone so close to you...

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Reminder: Your introduction posts should begin on approach to the “Fortuna et Ops”. The past portion of this post serves to provide insight and set the overall mood of the narrative for each of your characters, while the present portion gifts you specific details to aid in the formulation of your introductory post. Out of all contributions you make to this thread, your introduction should ideally be one of the largest, so feel free to take your time and plan out how much information on your character you’d like to reveal. While not every detail of your backstory needs to be laid bare, this is your opportunity to give the other members an insight on your writing style and narrative ability so they can properly plan out potential interactions with you in the future.

If you have any further questions or would like to join in on the mayhem, please do not hesitate to drop by the OOC and shoot the wind with us. So long as you’re willing to play nice and cooperate with everyone else, I’d love to have you.

 

[Agent_Maine]

Near the haunting image of the Fortuna et Ops, a ripple of blackened and purple energy formed in the empty space, circling to create what appeared to be a portal of energy - a gate to Voidspace. Suddenly, a large, metal object shot through the portal, slowing down from the incredible speeds it had been going through. The portal closed behind the object, as it slowed to a halt above the Fortuna. The object was no other than a ship - a ship of Corpus design. It was small, the main part of the ship shaped like a thin silver diamond which reflected the lights of space around it. Each side of the ship was connected to a large, external jet thruster, which were locked in place. It was a Corpus vessel from the Ariidae design - a personal spacecraft for exploration and salvaging purposes.

The Ariidae vessel floated silently above the Fortuna, as the single occupant looked down at the forgotten ship through her screens. The inside the the Ariidae vessel was small, with the front part of the ship being a large cockpit to control the ship. The cockpit held a chair, locked in the air above the floor, which was used to control the Ariidae ship. The cockpit's walls were connected with cameras and sensors on the outside of the ship - allowing the pilot to see outside without risking the weak protection of glass. The back of the vessel was dedicated to more personal needs - essentials to survive. Food and water was kept here alongside a bed and a cryopod.

The pilot of the vessel sighed as she looked down at the Fortuna et Ops through the Ariidae's screens. She had finally arrived. Legends and rumors had told her than this vessel was a forgotten relic - which could possibly hold something of fortune. Something she could sell for more essential supplies - not the wants of the gifted, but the needs of the poor. Specifically, the needs of a small Human Colony which lives on Mars - unfortunately without many supplies due to the Grineer nearby shooting down any supply craft which tried to help. So only she could sneak in and provide for them. And this was her chance to get enough supplies to possibly provide them for a lifetime.

Her name was Bornstella Versia, the daughter of Faber Versia - the great Corpus manufacturer with a grip on Pluto. She - alongside her sister Lily - had left the Corpus for more morally sound affairs. She had not been in contact with Lily for a while - only knowing that her sister was fighting against the Corpus. Bornstella sighed. A small Corpus drone floated next to Bornstella - a Nemes drone. It was something she had picked up from a destroyed Corpus ship. Something she could reprogram to help her. The Nemes - nicknamed Alexis - was her pet and her partner.

"We've found it." Bornstella said. "This Fortuna et Ops. This could be my lucky day." Alexis turned and stared at Bornstella, beeping several times in a subtle show of fear. Bornstella sighed. "I've scanned the ship. No life signs of any kind, Alexis. We're alone here." She said to the drone, which turned its single glowing eye to stare at the haunting vessel below them. Bornstella grabbed the helmet of her armor, placing it on her head as it connected with the rest of her armor. She moved and sat down in the control chair of the Ariidae, starting up the engines of the vessel and flying slowly towards the Fortuna. 

"We may spend up to day in there." She said, the Ariidae flying close to the side of the massive fabled ship. "The docking ring is full. Perhaps whoever this ship belonged to left in a hurry and forget everything." Bornstella said, chuckling a bit. She maneuvered the Ariidae close to the docking ring, turning it upwards and above one of the already docked vessels. "So this seems to be the only way in."

On the bottom of the Ariidae protruded a small connector - a tunnel. It bridged with the already docked vessel, the Ariidae coming to a halt as its engines powered down. Bornstella got out of her chair, grabbing her Arca Plasmor, her Twin Cestra and her Lecta. Alexis followed as she quickly grabbed some supplies - some food and water. Bornstella and Alexis climbed into the connector, climbing down into the already docked vessel. Bornstella dropped down into the docked ship, Arca Plasmor pointed, just in case. Alexis floated down alongside her. Bornstella slowly walked forward, through the docked ship. She smiled.

"Nothing so far, Alexis."

"It's just you and me."

[Ghost333]

"Dropping into visual range now, sir."

Hexer looked on as space slowly fell back into place with the slowing thrust of the impulse engines, rapidly assembling the image of the magnificent derelict. It was rather magnificent, he did have to admit.
Oh, what secrets hid within those metal walls? What weapons of wonder, of horror? What magnificent technologies were abandoned here? Oh, he knew it was abandoned - the scan data relayed to him by his eyepiece and the officer in charge of the sensors confirmed the rumours he had already heard. The only question remained that remained was logical in its delivery - what in the seven hells and their assorted bells would cause an entire station to be abandoned? Rogue Corpus robots? A sudden infestation outbreak that was purged when some delayed form of quarantine finally activated? The General shuddered at the thought of dealing with those masses of claws and teeth and plague.

"You alright sir?" The pilot inquired.
"Not really. Starting to think my 'lead from the front' mentality may rapidly be approaching 'unjustifiable.'"
"What, you only getting that now?"
"Smartass. Any docking ports?"
"None on this side...I think all of them are full at the moment. I'm telling you sir, should've brought a Kodiak and made our own door."
"I know, but it's been hell getting ammunition for the damn things recently." He let out a sigh. "See if we can't dock with one of the ships. Failing that, make an effort to dislodge one somehow."
"If you say so, sir." She said, starting to orbit the station slowly. "Think we should listen to the greeting message?"
"It's either going to be automated quarantine alarms or some sort of ironic 'hope you enjoy your stay' right out of Sierra Madre, and none of us have gas masks."
"We have the coats and armour down, though."
The General shook his head and went into the troop compartment, gearing up for the worst.

[(PSN)TheCrimsonTuckr]

"Sir, we found it." A large Corpus ship flew its way over to the legendary Fortuna et Ops. The usually emotionless Sorvil Evon, leader of brutal Corpus paramilitary the Origin Front showed some mix of surprise, excitement and upon looking at the ship even more... some dread. This supposed ship of fortune seemed too good to be true In Evon's eyes, but it had a inescapable grip on him and was squeezing every last drop of the thought of turning back and filled him back up with curiosity and the desire to grab every worth this thing had, like some being in his head was shoving him further in.

"Thats good, get closer." Evon replied, sitting back down on his chair and sighing to himself. His fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on his armrest as the ship got close enough. "I suggest getting a few dropships down there sir, this is close as we can get." A crewman stated. Evon nodded to that suggestion. "Do that, I'll go with them." He said as he got up quickly from his chair and made his way over to a landing craft that would soon take off and fly over to the Fortuna et Ops, looking for somewhere to land.

 

 

[Daakjenaar]

He had made a simple mistake. It was just a case of human error.

But in space, that's all it takes to completely and utterly ruin someone's day.

Frez had no idea where he was. His scout ship was low on power after that last jump. He wasn't gonna make it back to the freighter like this. Not that he knew what direction to go, for that matter. He had inputted his destination wrong. Just a simple mix-up. He was already close to demotion. This would be the final nail in the coffin.

Maybe those Perrin people will help me. They seem nice.

Of course, he was lost, out of power, and trying not to panic. Frez failed miserably at the third for a few minutes before managing to calm himself down, and actually check out his surroundings. His scout ship was small, and only designed to provide lookout for freighters. It wasn't meant for things like this. He remembered boarding the ship in the hangar of that frigate, expecting some peace and quiet for a couple of days.

Of course, that didn't happen. He walked over to the cockpit again, nearly tripping over his Prova. As he stumbled into his pilot seat, he immediately scanned the area for objects or lifeforms. He was happy to see that there were indeed objects nearby. In fact, he detected a BIG object nearby. He rotated his ship in the direction of whatever it was he just scanned, and laid his eyes on one of the largest structures he had ever seen.

He couldn't believe his eyes. This construct was almost certainly Corpus in origin. He couldn't tell, but it looked derelict from his distance. He knew about the derelict ships that had long since been contaminated by Infested, but this didn't look like that. It looked completely and utterly abandoned. It didn't take long to think of a plan. His ship had enough power to hold out on low power for a couple of weeks, and he had several days of rations available. It almost seemed like the Universe was giving him a second chance, and he wasn't about to pass it up. He immediately set a course, powered up the engines, and gathered all of the ammunition and rations he had with him.

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

"Ordis, what other ships do you detect in the area? And is our cloaking still engaged?"

"Cloaking still engaged, operator. I am detecting 4 -threats- active vessels in the immediate area, but warp patterns imply that more may be coming in soon. Also, a capital Copus vessel has already launched -boarding parties- scout vessels towards the target. A Corpus scout ship has docked with an inactive Corpus vessel, apparently as a bridge to the target."

"Thank you, Ordis"

Takar reached out through the Void, listening for the telltale sign of other tenno. She could feel one, faint, distant, on the derelict hulking in front of her, along with a great, dark, nebulous presence that left a bitter taste behind, similar to the smell of Kuva. She turned her attention away, disgusted by what she felt. Instead, she turned her probings to the area around the ship, feeling for any allies, especially tenno.

None.

Takar wondered if any were coming, or if she, and the faint presence on the ship, would be the only ones.

Hopefully, no matter what, another fight wouldn't break out.

Takar hated fights. They were always to messy, to chaotic, for her logic and knowledge to be useful in. She was a dataficier and logician, not a commander or officer. Wars she could do, but fights?

Fights were to be avoided.

"Ordis, turn on the scanner, all channels. I need to know who's here and what they are doing. Also, high light all ships in the area, dead ones in white, distressed ones in blue, armed ones in red, known allies in green. And let me know if any tenno orbiters show up."

"One distressed Corpus ship located. Multiple dead ships highlighted. 3 potential threats detected. No allies present."

"Establish a line of communication with the distressed ship. Maybe we can help. Don't forget to use the codes Ergo Glast gave us. I want them to know we are friendly and open to communication. Also, begin analyzing the derelict for potential boarding points, and let me know when the other ships successfully board."

"Beginning analysis. Establishing comm link. Please stand by."

Maybe I can find an ally before we even board, Takar thought. That would be nice.

Edited September 25, 2017 by -AoN-CanoLathra-

[GrimLandon]

Kastor paid little mind as his orbiter pulled toward the old corpus derelict. His attention was more so on preparation for the mission. This mission was no ordinary one, no simple elimination this contingent of Grineer, no destruction of that corpus device. This mission, for once, carried great and immediate importance. His warlord and friend has gone missing on this ship, and he was obligated, no, honor bound, to find her and bring her back, in whatever state she may be. The journey over he spent time mentally preparing himself for the worst possibility, however he remained optimistic.

Rhino prime was the obvious choice for such an occasion. He his memories returned to him, he remembered the amount of service he shared with this particular frame. Finding his warlord would be another honor added to their shared record. For weapons, he decided upon a Vaykor Hek, twin Grakatas, and his galatine Prime. The Vaykor Hek and Grakatas made sense the derelict would most likely be close quarters. However, he had to admit to himself that while the Galatine may not make the most sense for very close quarters, personal preference won out over efficiency.

As he collected Sluggy he made for the front of his orbiter, and for the first time took a good look at the derelict. “Corpus never fail to try and show off” he said to himself as he gazed upon it.  While the ship is broken down now, Kastor was certainly able to picture how the vessel looked in its prime. As he heard the call of the hive mind, he was hardly surprised. It would take a catastrophic accident for them to abandon a ship of this size and grandeur.

He began to wonder how Minerva had got lost here. The ship didn’t seem too threatening, and it was certainly not her first run in with the infested. “Cephalon Landon, prep for Liset departure”. All the docking ports were taken, so he would have to find a less orthodox way in. Perhaps insertion through the vents, that seems popular these days.

He took notice of all the ships docked around the old vessel. Most of them look old and unused, however Kastor took note that some ships looked fresh. He knew better then to assume allies; however he did notice another Tenno vessel that appeared to be a relatively new addition. He began to make his way towards the comms to hail them, when that haunted phrase stuck him.

“And So It Begins”

He had no time to ponder the return before the hallucinations began. This ship carried importance, he began to see. The ship was tied to his undying question, the answer to the phrase that had been one of his few memories that remained from the dream. All he had to do was enter the hull and find it. As reality faded around him, he stumbled to his Liset. “Landon, find an entrance on approach”, he mumbled just audible to the ship. As the phrase repeated, he recomposed himself.

He loaded into his liset and barked a sharp command “Cephalon, immediate takeoff”.

“Are you sure Tenno? I’m getting strange readin-”

“Launch now!” Kastor interrupted.  While Kastor normally did not speak to his Cephalon in such a tone or interrupt, he could barely think with the voices calling in his head, the ship’s voices. He could not suffer this distraction. Distraction on any mission is dangerous, and this one it could not be afforded. The only way to solve it was to finally find the answer to the question that has remained since the awakening from the second dream.  The answer that this ship offered.

With that, the Liset went streaking toward the derelict, probing for a possible entry point.

Edited September 25, 2017 by GrimLandon

[IrishHades1798]

"God damn it! How did we lose him we had him right there! I could have seen his face out the window we were so close!"

Kholdor slammed his hands down on the console of his ship, a modified Corpus Condor with added benefits of space travel, maneuverability and cost efficiency.

His Kubrow companion, Sunik simple gave a dulled, tired glance at his master. The Kubrow was well accustomed to his keeper's outbursts when things went wrong, which was frequent. The Kubrow stretched and began to walk about the cramped space looking for something to eat while his master sorted this matter out.

"He's not on Radar anymore and we ain't getting blasted out of the void, so where the hell did HE GO AND HOW?" Kholdor screamed again. "Ugggh his bounty was worth so much! We could have busted a small bank with that kinda cash." Defeated, Kholdor began to think of where his target would have fled to. His best bet was one of the illegal markets on Sedna, those crooked scumbags would take anyone in if it meant undermining anyone. Then again, maybe he had an asteroid built as a hideout, or something akin to it.  Sighing, he leaned back in his pilot's chair and decided to drop it for now.

"He's an idiot. Word of him will surface again and maybe I can retry my search that way. Hey, Sunik, we got any more of that meat left?"

Sunik had already devoured roughly half of what was left and showed little intent of stopping. Kholdor lept to his feet, shouting curses at his loyal and faithful companion while attempting to pry the food from his maw. After several bites and scratches, Kholdor wrestled what remained for himself.  "You keep that up and one of these days I'll eat you for dinner, got it?" He said, trying to be as intimidating as he could. However, Sunik was used to his empty threats and antics and simple plumped back down in his corner of the ship.

'Might as well enjoy the view while I eat.' Kholdor thought to himself. He flipped a few switches and the ferrite blast shields he had over his front window lifted to show the empty expanse before him. He looked over the ever-expanding horizon wondering if there could have possibly been any trace of his quarry. Alas, no such trace existed, or if it did Kholdor couldn't see it.  He finished his meal and just as he was about to close his shutters, he noticed a glimmer out against the backdrop of space.  Usual such things can be dismissed, but there was something... off. He grabbed his own scanner and zoomed in as best he could. He could barely make out the features of what he assumed to be a ship, but it didn't matter. The longer he looked the more he wanted to go. In a fluid motion, he set his ship in motion and went as fast as he could towards the object. As he neared, he saw what the object truly was, a magnificent ship that beckoned to him, yearned for him. He couldn't resist. With a will that was not his own, he sped to the docking bay, rapidly accelerating in a frenzy to board the vessel. Only one thought ran through his mind, 'This ship is the most beautiful thing I have seen. And where there is beauty, there is wealth and treasure.'. 

"I'm gonna be rich!" Kholdor shouted as the docking bay came into view. But in that moment, he was gripped with fear. He realized he had been accelerating all this time. Gripped with fear for his life, he suddenly applied whatever 'breaks' he could. He deployed his landing gear in hopes of slowing the vessel down as he docked.

"Brace, brace BRACE" He shouted both to him and his poor companion, who had up to this point been sleeping. The ship skidded across the docking bay, leaving scratches and damage into the floor. In frantic hope, he turned the vehicle to its side doing anything he could, be it helpful or not. Kholdor's ship collided with the wall of the docking bay, and ended there, all force behind it being drained upon contact.

Pained and confused, Kholdor quickly moved to get out of the ship, picking up Sunik and carrying him out of the Condor. When he touched the ground of the new ship, he quickly collapsed to his hands and knees while his Kubrow shakily tried to find its senses after the shock of the crash. After Kholdor gave himself a chance to breathe, he began to take in his surroundings. The euphoria he had felt before had left him. The gilded light he had felt before and the vision of wealth, fortune, prosperity and all had now been casted out and replaced by nothing but a sickening feeling. An empty void of fear, anxiety and terror.

"I really messed up."

 

[WolfmanX9]

Finally, the grineer known as Thraks Dhraga, had approached the myth that he had heard about by his fellow grineer comrades: the derelict ship Fortuna et Ops. Piloting a shield Darygn, he slowly approached the ship and along the way, his onboard radar picked up other ship signature around the vessel.
"So I'm not the first one here after all..." he thought to himself as he tried to find a way into the ship, but that proved to be more difficult as the hangar bay seemed to be full already, despite being abandoned or so he thought it was. He couldn't be sure of the ship being safe as he had learned that lesson before, almost losing his own life to the infested, his crew was not so lucky as he was that day.

Before he continued his search of finding a suitable place to enter, he stopped his battleship to then pull out a picture of his only friend, wondering if he was doing ok after been gone for so long. He hoped that his friend was out there, still alive and doing his best to serve the grineer. However, he couldn't say the same to himself as he had made the decision to use this exploration mission to be his last by faking his own death. The only problem was how...how would he fake his own death so that he could potentially join the ranks of Steel Meridians? If there was one thing that he was certain about; if he got caught betraying his duty as an elite lancer officer, he would most certainly be executed or worse; sent to the Rathuum to fight for his very life. With that thought of his mind temporarily, he put away the picture to then slowly fly around the ship for any good entry way. Otherwise he had to create his own entrance, which would be less ideal as he didn't need to bring unwanted attention to himself.

[Agent_Maine]

6 minutes ago, IrishHades1798 said:

"God damn it! How did we lose him we had him right there! I could have seen his face out the window we were so close!"

Kholdor slammed his hands down on the console of his ship, a modified Corpus Condor with added benefits of space travel, maneuverability and cost efficiency.

His Kubrow companion, Sunik simple gave a dulled, tired glance at his master. The Kubrow was well accustomed to his keeper's outbursts when things went wrong, which was frequent. The Kubrow stretched and began to walk about the cramped space looking for something to eat while his master sorted this matter out.

"He's not on Radar anymore and we ain't getting blasted out of the void, so where the hell did HE GO AND HOW?" Kholdor screamed again. "Ugggh his bounty was worth so much! We could have busted a small bank with that kinda cash." Defeated, Kholdor began to think of where his target would have fled to. His best bet was one of the illegal markets on Sedna, those crooked scumbags would take anyone in if it meant undermining anyone. Then again, maybe he had an asteroid built as a hideout, or something akin to it.  Sighing, he leaned back in his pilot's chair and decided to drop it for now.

"He's an idiot. Word of him will surface again and maybe I can retry my search that way. Hey, Sunik, we got any more of that meat left?"

Sunik had already devoured roughly half of what was left and showed little intent of stopping. Kholdor lept to his feet, shouting curses at his loyal and faithful companion while attempting to pry the food from his maw. After several bites and scratches, Kholdor wrestled what remained for himself.  "You keep that up and one of these days I'll eat you for dinner, got it?" He said, trying to be as intimidating as he could. However, Sunik was used to his empty threats and antics and simple plumped back down in his corner of the ship.

'Might as well enjoy the view while I eat.' Kholdor thought to himself. He flipped a few switches and the ferrite blast shields he had over his front window lifted to show the empty expanse before him. He looked over the ever-expanding horizon wondering if there could have possibly been any trace of his quarry. Alas, no such trace existed, or if it did Kholdor couldn't see it.  He finished his meal and just as he was about to close his shutters, he noticed a glimmer out against the backdrop of space.  Usual such things can be dismissed, but there was something... off. He grabbed his own scanner and zoomed in as best he could. He could barely make out the features of what he assumed to be a ship, but it didn't matter. The longer he looked the more he wanted to go. In a fluid motion, he set his ship in motion and went as fast as he could towards the object. As he neared, he saw what the object truly was, a magnificent ship that beckoned to him, yearned for him. He couldn't resist. With a will that was not his own, he sped to the docking bay, rapidly accelerating in a frenzy to board the vessel. Only one thought ran through his mind, 'This ship is the most beautiful thing I have seen. And where there is beauty, there is wealth and treasure.'. 

"I'm gonna be rich!" Kholdor shouted as the docking bay came into view. But in that moment, he was gripped with fear. He realized he had been accelerating all this time. Gripped with fear for his life, he suddenly applied whatever 'breaks' he could. He deployed his landing gear in hopes of slowing the vessel down as he docked.

"Brace, brace BRACE" He shouted both to him and his poor companion, who had up to this point been sleeping. The ship skidded across the docking bay, leaving scratches and damage into the floor. In frantic hope, he turned the vehicle to its side doing anything he could, be it helpful or not. Kholdor's ship collided with the wall of the docking bay, and ended there, all force behind it being drained upon contact.

Pained and confused, Kholdor quickly moved to get out of the ship, picking up Sunik and carrying him out of the Condor. When he touched the ground of the new ship, he quickly collapsed to his hands and knees while his Kubrow shakily tried to find its senses after the shock of the crash. After Kholdor gave himself a chance to breathe, he began to take in his surroundings. The euphoria he had felt before had left him. The gilded light he had felt before and the vision of wealth, fortune, prosperity and all had now been casted out and replaced by nothing but a sickening feeling. An empty void of fear, anxiety and terror.

"I really messed up."

Bornstella jerked backwards in response as she felt a sudden vibration as something impacted the Fortuna et Ops. "What was that?" She muttered. It had to be something nearby - the vibration was large. It felt like it was in the docking bay - very close to where she was. She powered up her Arca Plasmor as she walked through the docked ship, Alexis beeping fearfully that something might happen. Quickly coming to the exit of the ship, Bornstella came into the docking bay. It was so large! And full. Definitely very full. Full of old ships - relics.

And she saw it. The source of the vibration. A Corpus Condor dropship had impacted the wall of the docking bay! It was a mess. Bornstella slowly walked out of the docked ship, slowly moving towards the Condor Dropship. As she walked towards the Condor, she saw them. A Human and a Kubrow. Obviously the pilots of the now crashed Corpus ship. With her Arca Plasmor aimed - not aggressively, but more defensively - Bornstella slowly walked close to the Condor ship, the Human and the Kubrow. Alexis slowly floated behind her, frightened.

"Uh, hello?"

[GrimLandon]

19 minutes ago, IrishHades1798 said:

-snip-

Pained and confused, Kholdor quickly moved to get out of the ship, picking up Sunik and carrying him out of the Condor. When he touched the ground of the new ship, he quickly collapsed to his hands and knees while his Kubrow shakily tried to find its senses after the shock of the crash. After Kholdor gave himself a chance to breathe, he began to take in his surroundings. The euphoria he had felt before had left him. The gilded light he had felt before and the vision of wealth, fortune, prosperity and all had now been casted out and replaced by nothing but a sickening feeling. An empty void of fear, anxiety and terror.

"I really messed up."

 

"Operator, a ship just impacted into the derelict" Landon proclaimed.

"What in the...why?" What would drive someone to full ram a ship the size of this derelict?!?!

"The ship did create an opening, should we move in?" Landon asked nervously

"What? No, look for something far away from the wreckage. If we have to take that entrance then we will, but otherwise look for entry somewhere else."

Whoever that crazed pilot was, Kastor hoped he knew what he was getting into. 

[Ghost333]

26 minutes ago, IrishHades1798 said:

"Brace, brace BRACE" He shouted both to him and his poor companion, who had up to this point been sleeping. The ship skidded across the docking bay, leaving scratches and damage into the floor. In frantic hope, he turned the vehicle to its side doing anything he could, be it helpful or not. Kholdor's ship collided with the wall of the docking bay, and ended there, all force behind it being drained upon contact.

Pained and confused, Kholdor quickly moved to get out of the ship, picking up Sunik and carrying him out of the Condor. When he touched the ground of the new ship, he quickly collapsed to his hands and knees while his Kubrow shakily tried to find its senses after the shock of the crash. After Kholdor gave himself a chance to breathe, he began to take in his surroundings. The euphoria he had felt before had left him. The gilded light he had felt before and the vision of wealth, fortune, prosperity and all had now been casted out and replaced by nothing but a sickening feeling. An empty void of fear, anxiety and terror.

"I really messed up."

 

"Sir, I think an opening just opened up."
"Really?"
"Hull breach. Nothing appears to be the cause, meaning-"
"Stealth ship. Possibly Tenno." He chuckled. "Bring us in. Flash a hailing frequency as you get close - hopefully they'll pick up."
"Sir, there are also more ships jumping in."
"Of course there are. Alright, once you get in range, park and hold position. Keep the doors closed, find turrets and set them up, whatever. I want this ready to bounce the instant S#&$ hits the fan."
The pilot and co-pilot both nodded and went to work, carefully drifting the transport closer to the impact zone.

[IceDragonofAmber]

If it weren't for the fact that Space were a vacuum where only bladed forms of aerial transportation were audible, the entire Origin System, at this one point in time, would be capable of hearing the echo of an in descript banging as an enraged Tenno needlessly abused her poor Liset.

"Oh come on! It was right there, I was right there and you had to f*ck up NOW?!!"

There was one final bang that made Cephalons the system over activate their cringe protocols before the Valkyr pinched the bridge of her "nose" in frustration.

Seriously, this was the ONE time she'd tried to be stealthy and look what happened! Not only did she miss the opportunity to commit needless slaughter against a group of humans that had no control over the circumstances in which they were born, but now she was deep in the &#!'s end of nowhere. All those bloody Primes and their talk of her "compromising the mission", "exposure of Tenno operations", "loss of operative life" yadda yadda yadda, well for once she listened and see what happened? A$$ END OF NOWHERE!!

Sab sighed and shook her head. Even hitting the Liset wasn't relieving her frustrations. For one, it wasn't hers, it was some random smhucks's ship she'd "borrowed" after Nium said he'd rather have Fifty Shades of Hek hardwired into his core programming before allowing him and his Liset to be the guinea pig for when she tried "stealth". Secondly she knew that every dent probably added another hour to the "borrowing is bad" lecture she was likely to get when she returned from her "mission", what little there was left anyway.

Her communications and navigational systems were still scrambled, so the Valkyr knew that if she were to get out she'd have to go into that derelict. With a sigh Sab drew her Jat and looked out to the abandoned station, noticing the strangely familiar walls of the abandoned derelict. She felt them tug at her mind. The warm, faded silver, the distant echo of union, the closer sense of betrayal...

The Valkyr winced and turned away, shuddering as the grip on her hammer grew ever tighter. Rolling her head as she sent her gaze back to the station, recomposing her stature as the Liset slowly stirred towards the ring of docked ships.

She'd break something in there. Make her feel better.
 

Edited September 25, 2017 by IceDragonofAmber

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

"Operator, a few more ships have arrived, including two Tenno vessels. A Corpus vessel seems to have crashed into the target."

"Why? Did his ship appear to be damaged?"

"Not before the crash, no. Though he was on a direct collision course, and showed no signs of deceleration. Something may have been wrong with his Nav unit."

"Or wrong with his head."

"That could be the case, Operator. One of the Tenno vessels was heading towards us before turning and heading straight for the target. The other has just arrived."

"Where are we on contacting the Corpus scout vessel?"

"Still no reply, Operator. I hope his communications systems are still functional."

"Ok. Establish communications with the first of the two Tenno vessels, this one. *points at screen* Maintain radio silence with the other."

"Might I ask why, Operator?"

"Something's wrong with the other Tenno. Her mind is far too chaotic. It's like she was never trained by Margulis to control herself. I don't trust her. Not yet. But the first one to arrive, he seems stable enough, aside from the sudden course change."

"Very well, Operator."

Well, thought Takar, this is becoming very interesting.

Edited September 25, 2017 by -AoN-CanoLathra-

[GrimLandon]

4 minutes ago, -AoN-CanoLathra- said:

-snip-

"Ok. Establish communications with the first of the two Tenno vessels, this one. *points at screen* Maintain radio silence with the other."

"Might I ask why, Operator?"

"Something's wrong with the other Tenno. Her mind is far too chaotic. It's like she was never trained by Margulis to control herself. I don't trust her. Not yet. But the first one to arrive, he seems stable enough, aside from the sudden course change."

"Very well, Operator."

Well, thought Takar, this is becoming very interesting.

"Operator, another Tenno is trying to contact you" Landon alerted.

Kastor's mind was racing, with several visions flashing back and forth, little snippets of hints toward what might be the final meaning of the phrase, and this ship offered to piece it together. 

"Message... them to rendezvous at wherever another entrance might be.... tell.... tell them that I am here on a important mission and would welcome the assistance but i'm... i'm... unable for comms at the moment." Kastor ordered. It would be easier to communicate in person, try and explain what is going on. In a better position he would be more welcoming, but focusing is difficult right now.

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

12 minutes ago, GrimLandon said:

"Message... them to rendezvous at wherever another entrance might be.... tell.... tell them that I am here on a important mission and would welcome the assistance but i'm... i'm... unable for comms at the moment."

"I'm afraid the message cuts off there, Operator."

"Hmmmm. It would seem that the hivemind's effect is stronger the closer you are. Can you ask the ship's Cephalon what this 'mission' is?"

"Certainly, Operator. I will do so at once."

Edited September 25, 2017 by -AoN-CanoLathra-

[GrimLandon]

Just now, -AoN-CanoLathra- said:

"I'm afraid the message cuts of there, Operator."

"Hmmmm. It would seem that the hivemind's effect is stronger the closer you are. Can you ask the ship's Cephalon what this 'mission' is?"

"Certainly, Operator. I will do so at once."

Kastor barely noticed this message as his Liset continued to probed for a location. Slowly the visions became more intense. These were not like his other returning memories. This was more intense, more promising. But he focued with enough clarity to send a more succinct message.

"I'm here for a missing Tenno operative. She went missing a couple of weeks ago and this is here last known location. I intend to find her and bring her home, not matter her status." The last words tasted bitter, reminding him of the worst possibility.  "I intend to land as far from the wreckage as possible, as that was certain to attract trouble, I will explain more once we are aboard."

With that he relapsed back into the hallucination, with that god forsaken phrase repeating continuously.

"Landon, I need a entrance soon or I might just do what that crazy corpus did a couple of minutes ago"

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

6 minutes ago, GrimLandon said:

"I'm here for a missing Tenno operative. She went missing a couple of weeks ago and this is here last known location. I intend to find her and bring her home, not matter her status."  "I intend to land as far from the wreckage as possible, as that was certain to attract trouble, I will explain more once we are aboard."

"I see. I sensed her upon the station the moment I arrived, but the Hivemind is to dangerous for me to look further. My training is the only thing keeping me sane right now, as is likely the case for you as well. I will head in as soon as I can." Takar said, cutting off the transmission.

"Ordis, any news on the Corpus scout vessel?"

"No, Operator. He does seem to be conserving power on his approach, and he appears to be running on minimal systems."

"Almost out of power?"

"That would be my guess, Operator."

"Ok. Keep trying to hail him, and let me know if his ship's status changes."

"Very well, Operator."

Edited September 25, 2017 by -AoN-CanoLathra-

[Agent_Maine]

4 minutes ago, -AoN-CanoLathra- said:

"I see. I sensed her upon the station the moment I arrived, but the Hivemind is to dangerous for me to look further. My training is the only thing keeping me sane right now, as is likely the case for you as well. I will head in as soon as I can." Takar said, cutting off the transmission.

"Ordis, any news on the Corpus scout vessel?"

"No, Operator. He does seem to be conserving power on his approach, and he appears to be running on minimal systems."

"Almost out of power?"

"That would be my guess, Operator."

"Ok. Keep trying to hail him, and let me know if his ship's status changes."

"Very well, Operator."

Bornstella stepped back. The Human appeared to be recovering from their crash into the docking bay. She sighed. "Just what I needed..." Bornstella muttered. Suddenly, Alexis beeped several times, and Bornstella turned to face her pet Nemes. "What? Someone is trying to contact our ship?" She asked, Alexis beeping in response. She sighed. "Put it through to my Comms." Bornstella demanded, and Alexis nodded his glowing eye. Takar would suddenly have the hail answered.

"Hello? Who is this?"

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

Just now, Agent_Maine said:

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Ordis, I said to contact the corpus scout vessels on approach! Not the one already docked!"

"My apologies, Operator."

"Oh well, guess we had to make contact sooner or later," Takar said, before opening the comm channel.

"This is Tenno agent Takar Lathra. I've come to study this derelict vessel and catalogue it's contents, if possible. Who are you? And if you don't mind me asking, what is your purpose here?"

[Agent_Maine]

Just now, -AoN-CanoLathra- said:

"Ordis, I said to contact the corpus scout vessels on approach! Not the one already docked!"

"My apologies, Operator."

"Oh well, guess we had to make contact sooner or later," Takar said, before opening the comm channel.

"This is Tenno agent Takar Lathra. I've come to study this derelict vessel and catalogue it's contents, if possible. Who are you? And if you don't mind me asking, what is your purpose here?"

"A Tenno?" Bornstella muttered. She then sighed. "I am Bornstella Versia. Yes, I belong to the species of Corpus, no, I do not work for the Corpus. I am a Scavenger who is here to find anything of profit to sell so I can provide for a Human Colony." Bornstella answered. She kept her eye on the Human and Kubrow nearby - they could recover and attack at any moment. Alexis beeped innocently. "So don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those rich Corpus aristocrats who take and take and take just to fill their own greed and corrupted desire." Bornstella added.

[SpaceHelicopters]

Bornstella, Kholdor, Hexer, & Co.

The interior of the “Fortuna’s” docking ring was far from a welcoming sight. Smaller class ships ranging from all manner of size and design lay in various states of decay with nary even a drop of power still coursing through their still veins. Stray noises of entropy sounded off every few steps; their origin far from traceable given the acoustics of the expansive stretch of aging metal and frayed industrial cables. Any light that wasn’t coming from distant stars was non-existent, plunging the ring in a veiled layer of dim light and far reaching shadows…

That is, save the still smoldering wreckage of one rather rash individual. Dancing flames and the echo of embers snapping at stale air resonated out from their source, providing a painfully obvious beacon to anyone within line-of-sight. If the stark contrast in scenery wasn’t enough, the deafening groan of fatigued metal that thundered out the barely kept environment of the docking ring would see to that. A nigh ancient knife-fighter class Grineer ship, gentle equilibrium upset by a rather forceful skid, began to tear away from its docking hinge; its metal husk drifting outward and erratically from the docking ring’s weak environment. Though unaware to the current local inhabitants, the quickly deteriorating remains of this once knife-fighter would seem set on a shockingly sudden, nigh unavoidable crash-course with a certain unlucky general’s vessel.

Though on the plus side, the resulting impact would set their vessel on a spiraling entry roughly exact in placement where the knife-fighter had once been. So, perhaps it’d be a wash – assuming no fatalities were suffered, that is.

Evon, Frez, Kastor, Thraks, & Irritum

Though full, plenty of larger vessels littering the outside could serve as a proper bridge. Devoid of life, much less power, these ships would prove easy enough to board so long as the party involved possessed the ability to navigate their inner machinations to reach the installation itself. Additionally, the neglected ships themselves might prove to be possess promising chances at much needed supplies even before the installation, though certainly not anything of greater value than anything to be found within the greater vessel.

Alternatively, it would seem a rather visible opening has been provided by a more excitable entity, though this door doesn’t seem too great in promising ‘safety’. With this in mind, there are more than enough possible entry points opposite the impact site for the more discerning adventurer.

Kastor & Saboteur

It starts as a whisper. Faint, catching at the edges of your consciousness as you draw ever closer to the behemoth. It speaks louder, and in an instant, you know what it is. Loath it, ignore it, try to block it out. Whichever you choose, it speaks still, and in an impossible span of time you come to regard it as almost human. Previous dispositions remain, however now their lies among them a sense of understanding stemming from an underlying familiarity. It knows what it is, what it has done, and what it’s going to do. The way it speaks, it almost sounds pained. It quickly changes subjects, a nostalgic tone filling your mind as it begins to bring up a memory. Shared, your surprised to find. It knows you, and to a degree, you know them. The discussion continues, and without realizing it, you soon come to find you’re contributing. Eventually, talk of the past gives way to hopes and dreams. Rather bashful, she states she wishes to finally get a proper night’s rest; what with how busy she’s been as of late. After your piece, she reassures you that what you wish is certainly within the grasp of your capabilities. She states this with such genuine sincerity, that part of you vehemently desires to believe her.

Following a short, awkward lull, she snaps to attention as sudden realization hits her. Dockets waived, directory lights coming up; she apologizes roughly thirty times despite your replies. Once calmed, she apologizes once more before pausing. Rather meekly, she states how much she’s missed you. There’s a sniffle somewhere in that, and suddenly you realize that there is a part of you that desperately wishes to see her in person. Whatever brought you here first has become secondary to seeing your far too long lost companion, and you’ll be damned before you let anyone get in your way.

In reality, only but a few moments have passed.

[Ghost333]

18 minutes ago, SpaceHelicopters said:

Bornstella, Kholdor, Hexer, & Co.

The interior of the “Fortuna’s” docking ring was far from a welcoming sight. Smaller class ships ranging from all manner of size and design lay in various states of decay with nary even a drop of power still coursing through their still veins. Stray noises of entropy sounded off every few steps; their origin far from traceable given the acoustics of the expansive stretch of aging metal and frayed industrial cables. Any light that wasn’t coming from distant stars was non-existent, plunging the ring in a veiled layer of dim light and far reaching shadows…

That is, save the still smoldering wreckage of one rather rash individual. Dancing flames and the echo of embers snapping at stale air resonated out from their source, providing a painfully obvious beacon to anyone within line-of-sight. If the stark contrast in scenery wasn’t enough, the deafening groan of fatigued metal that thundered out the barely kept environment of the docking ring would see to that. A nigh ancient knife-fighter class Grineer ship, gentle equilibrium upset by a rather forceful skid, began to tear away from its docking hinge; its metal husk drifting outward and erratically from the docking ring’s weak environment. Though unaware to the current local inhabitants, the quickly deteriorating remains of this once knife-fighter would seem set on a shockingly sudden, nigh unavoidable crash-course with a certain unlucky general’s vessel.

Though on the plus side, the resulting impact would set their vessel on a spiraling entry roughly exact in placement where the knife-fighter had once been. So, perhaps it’d be a wash – assuming no fatalities were suffered, that is.

Hexer finished slipping on the last of his kit - a sealed helmet to complete the closed atmosphere of his underlying hostile environment suit. It would, after all, be a crying shame if he stepped out into a total vacuum and exploded of course. The on-board VI chirped confirmation that the seals aligned perfectly, and the internal atmosphere was stable with no ruptures, and that it was currently drawing air from the atmosphere.
"Alright sir, we're approaching the gap. Not...really a docking port by any means, but you should be able to jump out and board."
"Copy. Cycling airlock now."
The hiss of evacuating atmosphere and migrating vacuum, or rather simply evacuating atmosphere since vacuums didn't move for lack of anything in them in regards to an atmosphere, filled the side hatch and slowly filtered out. Once the pressure inside matched that of the outside, the doors hissed open and Hexer leaped towards the hull, boots first and magnetic locks charged.
"Crap, I forgot the G.R.A.I.L. drone." He muttered over the comms. "Co-pilot, can you activate and send him over? Impacting hull in 10."
"Sure thing, sir. Give us a few."

Perhaps fortunately, perhaps not, the ship wasn't properly aligned with the gap between the vessels. It remained to be seen if the Grineer ship still somehow managed to impact the shuttle as it flew out into space.

Edited September 25, 2017 by Ghost333

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

26 minutes ago, Agent_Maine said:

"A Tenno?" Bornstella muttered. She then sighed. "I am Bornstella Versia. Yes, I belong to the species of Corpus, no, I do not work for the Corpus. I am a Scavenger who is here to find anything of profit to sell so I can provide for a Human Colony." Bornstella answered. She kept her eye on the Human and Kubrow nearby - they could recover and attack at any moment. Alexis beeped innocently. "So don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those rich Corpus aristocrats who take and take and take just to fill their own greed and corrupted desire." Bornstella added.

"I never assumed you were. No rich aristocrat would come to this place, unless they were also eccentric to the point of insanity. I must say, though, that it is nice to know that there are more Corpus like you. Like Glast.

"As for your purpose, I merely mean to catalog the contents of this derelict. So, unless we come upon something dangerous, or something of direct value to the Tenno, I really don't care what happens to it afterwords. Unfortunately, I fear the other, larger ships, may have come for the same purpose as you.

"I like your cause. I would like to help you, but I also wish to prevent conflict among all of us who have come here. There is a bigger threat looming, one already aboard the derelict, and we really can't afford to fight each other as well."

Takar keyed off the mike.

"Ordis, can you inform Kastor of this new development? We have a human-friendly Corpus, and I think she could be a good ally."

"Of course, Operator."

Edited September 25, 2017 by -AoN-CanoLathra-

[GrimLandon]

27 minutes ago, SpaceHelicopters said:

 

Kastor & Saboteur

It starts as a whisper. Faint, catching at the edges of your consciousness as you draw ever closer to the behemoth. It speaks louder, and in an instant, you know what it is. Loath it, ignore it, try to block it out. Whichever you choose, it speaks still, and in an impossible span of time you come to regard it as almost human. Previous dispositions remain, however now their lies among them a sense of understanding stemming from an underlying familiarity. It knows what it is, what it has done, and what it’s going to do. The way it speaks, it almost sounds pained. It quickly changes subjects, a nostalgic tone filling your mind as it begins to bring up a memory. Shared, your surprised to find. It knows you, and to a degree, you know them. The discussion continues, and without realizing it, you soon come to find you’re contributing. Eventually, talk of the past gives way to hopes and dreams. Rather bashful, she states she wishes to finally get a proper night’s rest; what with how busy she’s been as of late. After your piece, she reassures you that what you wish is certainly within the grasp of your capabilities. She states this with such genuine sincerity, that part of you vehemently desires to believe her.

Following a short, awkward lull, she snaps to attention as sudden realization hits her. Dockets waived, directory lights coming up; she apologizes roughly thirty times despite your replies. Once calmed, she apologizes once more before pausing. Rather meekly, she states how much she’s missed you. There’s a sniffle somewhere in that, and suddenly you realize that there is a part of you that desperately wishes to see her in person. Whatever brought you here first has become secondary to seeing your far too long lost companion, and you’ll be damned before you let anyone get in your way.

In reality, only but a few moments have passed.

Though it was only out of the corner of his eye, Kastor saw one of his old squad members, Hatford. He stood there, in his classic golden red Chroma, beckoning him. Kastor wasted no time and moved to dock on one of the old grineer vessels. He wasted no time moving through the grineer ship, tearing his way though. He makes it to the docking area and sees Hatford moving toward the interior of the vast vessel. Kastor loses track of time and continues to follow him. He followed him inside, and he found himself in some grand building. tall walls with great ornaments of gold and white, no doubt Orokin and nature. He continued to follow Hatford toward a giant set of grand doors. In the background he could barely hear the sounds of cheering. As he moved towards the door, Hatford looked to him and stated grimly

"When the signal hits, we move in.  You ready?"

He looked around and saw his cell with him, and didn't know what he was preparing for, but he just had some feeling, a feeling deep with inside him. He had to open the doors, for some unknown reason he needed to. He just had to reach out and grab it. 

Unbeknownst to him, Kastor leaves his warframe and walks in his true form, towards the doors, for some unknown importance to him. 

"And So It Begins"

The words echo as the vision fades. Kastor realized with dread that he had been fooled. A false promise from some unknown source, As the vision fades, he takes a look around him and gathers his bearings. All the while he curses under his breath for his foolishness.

Edited September 25, 2017 by GrimLandon