Hammers and Nails (IC)

[InfiniumV]

It was approaching afternoon. The rain had picked up and the winds of Venus were carving through the terrain, any of the natural fauna having long since retreated to their burrows to avoid the barrage of icy sleet and howling gales. Not lethal by any means, just very uncomfortable to get caught by.

This wasn't nearly enough to dissuade the merchant spacemen of the Hystruc Salvage Yards; working as diligently as ever despite the conditions. Hermetically sealed and insulated uniforms helped a great deal. That, and having a majority of the facility built into the mountainside with only the necessary parts exposed to the weather.
A plethora of craft were going about their duties: Gox-Craft were flying about in squadrons of four, some escorting the rectangular box-like Pax-Craft to assist in the unloading of scrap metal for reprocessing while others departed to survey local space for any derelict vessels or installations to mark for later dismantling.

But the platforms stationed on the surface were only the ancillary docking booms - The primary docking array; An artificial depression in the terrain ribbed with docking platforms and support struts, housed the Monsoon, An Obelisk-class capital vessel; the companies latest acquisition relatively speaking.

However, the most important part of the facility was the primary access - Tucked away into a natural canyon, it was barely noticeable, if at all, from above.
The canyon was carved out presumably by natural processes, the snowmelt from the mountains having carved the 3-Kilometer hollow, all the way to the beaches, they themselves black with the loamy, volcanic soil characteristically associated with Venusian geography..

That very canyon was lined with defensive emplacements - many turret mounts pointed towards the entry, and kinetic-dampener fields that could bring anything trying to come through to an abrupt halt. But such defenses would neither be needed or effective if the soon-to-arrive guests were on time. That is, if they had any intention to cooperate at all.

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Hemlock didn't quite know why the least used docking array was designated the primary. He'd deigned to ask, but to be frank he couldn't give a rats rear-end. He had more pressing matters to fret upon, such as the impending visitation of a gaggle of garishly dressed genocide engines similar to himself. Hemlock couldn't fathom why Bansenn had even gone through with the idea, let alone acted on it - He'd seen what Tenno could do, and the aftermath of said action. He'd seen the fickle nature of the children behind the metal golems, and how capricious they could be.

After all, he had a first-row seat considering that Hemlock considered himself little more than a hired thug for him as of the moment.

Granted, about half of that was what Hemlock himself had told him, and as far as he was concerned Bansenn must have downed an entire salt shaker having gone ahead his little outcry for help, and now? Now every single one of them within a few astronomical-units would have gotten a notification, so they were bound to have some company, and soon.

The pale blue Inaros double checked his Quartakk for the umpteenth time. Despite the firey orange scarab swarm that amplified his armor, and having bar none some of the best damage absorbtion in the system, he still couldn't shake that sinking feeling that things were going to go very wrong, but that was likely the cynic inside him. Call it what you may, but his paranoia at least kept him from letting his attention drift to more unpleasant things, like that-

"Oi! Mopey!"
The Inaros snapped his head in the direction of the offending voice, A certain Faux-Nox was lumbering towards him, Flamethrower casually slung over his shoulder and a sly grin on his face.
J'kotal. Of course.

Hemlock tilted his head slightly, as if to display either dismissiveness or bemusement at the situation before it spoke - but the voice that came from the golem betraying the youth of the being behind it. 
"Yes, J'kotal? I presume you need something?" Hemlock asked, even though he knew the answer would be the farthest from the question.
The grineer chuckled, casually hooking his left arm over the barrel of his flamethrower - A retrofitted Nox chemical dispersal gun.
"Ah, nah - Just came to let ya know I managed to forward the message to a few colleagues of mine. You know, the ones from the Fortuna?"

That particular disaster. It was a miracle they managed to make it out of there alive, let alone in one peice. But if J'kotal was recommending another survivor from, well, that place then they were good credentials as any. But that still didn't provide enough of a confidence boost.
After all, Anyone could have hea-

TAP-TAP-TAP

"Oi! Anyone home? Anyone at all?"
A quick shake of his head and he was free from his reverie - and aware that he'd been rather rude by ignoring J'kotal like that.
"Hmm? Oh, sorry." Hemlock intoned, turning his view to the canyon approach. "I got lost in thought. Do go on,"
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't be too surprised if one of 'em decides to pop in, just keep that in mind." J'kotal finished.
"..."
"Expecting trouble, are we?" the grineer asked indignantly, even though he knew the answer he'd likely receive.
"...When do I ever not expect it?"

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Barring the visual confirmation of the entrance itself, the only way to know that something of interest was nearby, was the small cluster of towers, each of the thin, spindly constructs possessing some form of sensory array - Typically utilised to assisst craft in landing, it was oft quiet, with little activity. Save for the crashing of the waves against the shoreline - The storm above had the sea whipped into a rather rough state, but it wasn't any real threat to modern craft.

Zeerit, a simple crewman from one of the martian stations, rather preferred the quiet his station offered. He'd take the oppertunity to have a long nap or two, read a book or novel, before letting the contents break down with another nap. Or at least, he would have had he not gotten the forewarning that they potentially had visitors. Potentially of the technocyte war-golem variety.

Really, he'd skimmed the briefing he got untill he read the word 'Tenno' get mentioned.
He had promptly re-read the thing thrice over to make sure he wasn't making things up in his semi-voluntary isolation, but no - It was a very real situation for the poor sot, and now because of it his activity had spiked from potato into a fever pitch. Just the notion of a Tenno would send any greenfoot crewman scampering for crates and dark places, but the message? It spoke of Tenno as plural. As in, more than one.

Zeerit was rather surprised he hadn't blown a hole through the lower section of the suit at that point - because zeerit felt like he was a hairs width from such a humiliating scenario. The storm outside didn't help, limiting visibility to about 5 feet ahead of you and forcing you to rely on technology that was often fooled.

Even though he was told that they would ring, It didn't quite soothe his nerves so much as set them afire, after all what does he do if they don't oblige?
Oh how he wished this'd kerfuffle be over soon.

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The co-ordinates you received from this Hystruc company has led you to one of the few seas of Venus, along the warmer equatorial regions.
They specifically lead to the sea, before turning towards a large mountain range, then it comes to a stop roughly 3-KM south of the mountains, to a supposed entrance. There is a notifcation to broadcast a specific ID on a tight, close range frequency, One that was apparently provided with the program that was encrypted within the datapack.

The simple yet robust program is simply called "Doorbell", apparently will alert the facility of the new arrival - and to that end the program itself acts as a temporary ID.

If one deigned to follow up on the approach vector, they'd find their craft flying through a fierce storm, before falling below the tumultous cloudline - And facing directly towards the mountain range, the only thing betraying the Salvage Yards existence beneath the sheets of rain were the dim lights of ship-engines and facility light fixtures.

Now, it was a simple matter of following the approach vector - And ringing the Doorbell.exe, of course. 
Unless one deigned not to, of course. But such an act would only prove perilous. 

[Agent_Maine]

Unsurprisingly, it wouldn't be long until someone had answered the call - a small vessel of Grineer design. The ship had heard the call not long after the call was broadcasted - appearing in the upper atmosphere of Venus and moving down into the appropriate approach vector laid out by Hystruc's call. Detailed analysis of the vessel showed that while it was of Grineer design - it had no symbols which showed that it belonged to the Grineer Empire. In fact, it had the word Guillotine written on one side of the vessel - and Fortuity on the other. The ship moved through the fierce storms of the Venusian sea, continuing to fly across the designated approach vector.

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The pilot of the Guillotine held the controls of the ship tightly, as she maneuvered the small vessel through the deadly storm. She sighed. "Of all the things to answer, Bane, you chose this one? This thunder could damage the Guillotine!" She exclaimed to the passenger sitting in the seat beside her. Bane turned to the pilot, before speaking in the pure Grineer language. «You chose the last one, Sloane. And it did not go well. I will do this one alone. Stop complaining.» Bane said, the mask on his face translating his words for her to understand.

"Ugh, sure, sure." Sloane responded. The ship moved below the cloudline - now safer from the dangers of the storm. Suddenly, a notification popped up, prompting her to broadcast the entrance ID on a tight, close range frequency. "You better have gotten this right, Bane." She said. «I always get it right.» He responded. Sloane pressed a button on the controls in front of her - broadcasting the correct ID needed on the frequency.

[Locky122]

-Venusian Atmosphere-

The cacophony caused by rain and ice hitting re-enforced glass at 800 km/h could be heard even over the hum of the engines and the roar of the wind. Another large gust hit the craft from the left, causing a shudder to course through the air-frame. Lucas double checked the navigation systems to see if he was tracking towards the coordinates provided to him, and once satisfied that he was indeed not going to plow into either the swirling seas of Venus OR a cliff-side, he busied himself with other tasks.

Steel meridian contacted him barely 24 hours ago while he was re-supplying at the Larunda relay on Mercury. All the transmission held was a small job description, a payment contract, and a set of co-ordinates. Normally, Lucas would turn down the offer due to lack of information, but when the operative stated that the sender was a known Steel Meridian collaborator, he decided that it'd be worth a look. He geared up, re-fueled, and headed for Venus within the day.

His ship - a prototype that was originally built by some corpus weapons research firm (acquired by Lucas during an escape from said firm's high-security research station on Pluto) - broke through the bases of the storm clouds hanging over the turbulent waters. Here, the sleet was thick, and the winds more erratic than at higher altitudes. Lucas switched to autopilot to take some work off his hands, as he continued to monitor systems and navigation.

He checked the comm system for the third time in the past three minutes to confirm his frequency and broadcast ID. The transmission supplied what seemed to be a short term ID - called, of all things. "Doorbell" - to allow safe passage through whatever defenses the facility may have. He wasn't within range yet - but he was close. Soon he would have to transmit on a tight-wave frequency, and then wait for clearance to proceed. 

Despite his confidence in avoiding any AA the facility could throw his way, he decided to play it safe. and once in range, he transmitted his doorbell, and put his ship into a holding pattern - waiting for the go-ahead.

Edited January 22, 2018 by Locky122
Editing out tired mistakes. Please don't hate me...

[Arcadian7]

When Meyr received the call he was luckily already on Venus. He had just finished sabotaging a corpus ship reactor when the message came through comms. He chuckled and moved down to his armory. "Euren, start prepping the landing craft for these coordinates. I'm leaving soon.". A light and chipper voice responded, echoing through the room. "Leaving already Operator? Very well, I will be done by the time you finish." Meyr smiled "Thank you Euren.". Meyr scanned through his array of weapons, wondering which ones he would use when he answered the call. That is if it needed aggression. He pulled a Tigris off the wall, slid a Sonicor onto his wrist, and hooked a pair of Tekko to his waist. Meyr moved back up to the ship and knelt down in front of the navigation console "Alright Euren, launch.". The AI reacted quickly to the command and the front of the orbiter broke off into his Mantis-class landing craft. 

The ship seemed to fly itself as it descended down into the Venus atmosphere and soon above one of it's few seas. As the craft approached the mountains Meyr got up from where he was kneeling and moved to the comms station, following the instructions and broadcasted the encrypted id from the message on a close and secure channel. "Did you get any info on who sent the message Euren?" The AI hesitated for a moment "I am sorry Operator but I could not in such a short amount of time. We can only assume they are Corpus."

[Daakjenaar]

*retcon*

Edited February 24, 2018 by Daakjenaar

[Arunafeltz]

They may not have noticed or cared. But the vessels were loosely followed by a rather conspicuous and unarmed Gox craft, bright-red in colour with flickering headlamps. That alone was enough to denote it as an emergency response vehicle, which it certainly was. Dubbed the Light Rescue Tender by its creators, it was simply a fast-dispatch firefighting, disaster control and equipment dispenser housed within a Gox chassis. 

The pilot within was a rather youthful Corpus agent. Her piloting may have been smooth and well-controlled, but deep inside she could feel her guts churning. This was the first contract she would ever undertake without the Intelligent Civillian Defenses by her side. The first client she would meet without her father's hand proudly upon her shoulder. Involuntarily shivering despite the central heating, she trained her focus on the ship's controls, opting to manually pilot the ship rather than simply set it to follow on autopilot. She couldn't afford to worry, brood and long for someone to accompany her on this assignment, someone to appear strong and reliable and capable in front of. Not now, when she had finally managed to get off her whimpering bottom and start trying to turn her situation around.

The Perrin Sequence couldn't help her with a loan, certainly not with a sum so large. But they did assist by scouting her out for this particular client. Helpfully decoding the transmissions for her and sending her off with instructions, well-wishes and encouragement, she was still grateful for them having done this much. If she could finish a few successful contracts by herself while they found a buyer for her father's freighter, she might just have enough to secure bail for her parents and try to battle their cases before the Board. They had been set up, and she knew it. Having lost her men, her friends and her livelihood in a single day, she was not about to lose anyone else.

Her intercoms panel lit up as it picked up other transmissions on the specific frequency. The Doorbell program did most of the work for her, assigning and broadcasting a visitor ID while updating her Tender's navigation with the checkpoint coordinates. All she had to do was follow instructions and follow the earlier arrivals in front of her, and fight back any thoughts about turning around and flying back to her brother to cry in his arms for the next month or two.

Edited January 21, 2018 by Arunafeltz

[Ghost333]

A jolt of turbulence awoke Lysandra from her nap. She was by no means a stranger to the air, but this storm was hardly something she'd use for cover on a rough mission. Quite the opposite, actually - and that did not sit well with the Zephyr at all.

She stretched as much as she could, confined within the tight space of the landing craft's rotating drop bay-slash-cockpit. Her equipment clanked against the impression in the metal she occupied, interrupted only by shuddering of high wind against steel and the beeping of an alarm a solid minute later.
"Cheap piece-a-junk." She mumbled, disabling the infernal beeping that threatened to drive her slowly waking mind that much further into madness. She started to yawn before yet more turbulence knocked her around, causing her to grumble.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." Came the voice of her Cephalon. "Doorbell has been activated and coordinates are locked. Estimated time to arrival...either five minutes or an hour, the lanes are quite busy."
"Cheers, Sudo."
"You are welcome, ma'am. And good luck."

Relative silence filled the cramped space once more, and Lysandra waited and wondered about who else would've answered the call, thoughts punctuated by wondering how long it would take for someone to reply.

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

Takar sat in her void-cloaked Orbiter above Venus, watching the activity going on. Several ships had arrived, broadcasted their landing code, and descended. Takar had decided it was about time to do the same.

"Prepare my Xiphos; I'm going to go ahead and land. And don't forget to load that program we were given!"

"Yes, Operator"

"Also, I think I will leave my frame on board and call it if I need it. I would rather make a friendly impression this time."

"Very well, Operator. Xiphos landing craft is ready to depart."

Takar braced herself for the upcoming flight. The surface weather looked rather stormy, and while Venus was certainly more inviting after the Orokin Empire's Terraforming, it was still an unforgiving landscape.

She might even have to zip up her hood.

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As she rode the landing craft down to the surface, Takar launched the 'doorbell.exe' program she had been sent, courtesy of J'kotal, the 'defective' Nox she had met when escaping the Fortuna. She saw the coordinates pop up in her feed, and set the ship to fly towards them.

She was certainly glad to be using the Xiphos. It's thinner form sliced through the storm with relatively minimal turbulence, giving her time to meditate and focus. As the ship broke through the storm, however, she looked up, and saw the dim lights of the salvage yards up ahead.

Now we just wait for them to tell us where to land.

.......

I sure hope this goes well.

[Aegia-]

Aegia was early.

Aegia hated being early.

Well, "hate" was a strong word. In fact it was a stretch to say that the She-Rhino hated anything. It was an emotion that, while understandable, she harbored none of it. Suffice to say, she did not particularly enjoy being early, or alone. While drifting in a nearby nebula, her Orbiter had begun to notify her of a transmission being broadcast. It was a soft, subtle pinging sound that pulsed throughout the confines of her Orbiter that had gotten her attention whilst she was busy inspecting a few of her Ayatan scultpures. Her Cephalon, Alhazred, calmly informed her of the message, as well as its underlying encryption which was quickly breached to expose the coordinates, as well as the temporary ID, and a curious "Doorbell.exe" file. After Alhazred had explained what this mission would entail, there was no possible way that Aegia could say no.

She did after all believe herself to be a protector of sorts.

But now, after having been piloted through a rather relaxing storm all things considered, and having landed with very little ceremony involved (save for navigating through a scenic canyon, and the occasional nervous glance upon seeing the clearly Tenno-origin ship land) Aegia finds herself meditating upon one of the docking platforms located in the primary docking array. As a symbiote-Tenno, or Mk. I Tenno as some have called her, she finds the act of sitting exposed to the elements almost cathartic in a way. The occasional sting of ice bouncing off of her Warframe or her cheek, coupled with the winds that howled along the mountain range made for an idyllic, if somewhat bleak mood for inward reflection. And thanks to their reputation as unflinching, unfeeling, murderers, any wayward crewman of the station gave her a wide berth.

So the large She-Rhino sits, cross legged, with her left hand resting upon her left knee, and her right grasping the vertical handle of the massive Palatine hammer she wields; it's head resting upon the ground as her bangs are occasionally jostled by the wind. The golden void scarring upon her face breathes slowly, fading in its intensity only to slowly glow brightly once more over time. The Corinth is slung across her back, and the AkJagara reside on either thigh, respectively, safeties on as she resided in friendly space. Her own self-reflection is cut short however by two things:

The sounds of a conversation that she overhears, mostly involving talk of how there may be quite a few other Tenno showing up. Of course, curiosity is not so easily beaten back, and so Aegia turns her head to observe an Inaros speaking with what at a distance appeared to be a Nox. Something felt different about that one however, but she couldn't quite place the feeling. Soon the thought slipped from her mind like so many others that had before it, and it was of little consequence to her. Judging from the way the other Tenno carried themselves however, as well as the general design of the Warframe, Aegia could tell.

It was one of the Zariman children.

A puppeteer, a man behind a curtain, one whose Oro resided not within the frame, but within themselves, those who had recently awoken for the second time. Such thoughts were the norm of course, but Aegia held no ill-will towards this generation of Tenno. She simply could not fathom not being on the battlefield herself, in the thick of things, feeling the rush of speed, the recoil of a rifle, the impact of an energy projectile against her shields, the sensation of a bullet piercing her Warframe, the feeling of her own warm, wet life essence. It was what it truly meant to be alive in a sense.

The second thing that got her attention was the sound of a myriad engines, most of them belonging to the landing craft of her fellow Tenno. And once more Aegia found herself smiling at the prospect of meeting new people. She stands, turning in the direction of the sounds she hears... And waits.

[InfiniumV]

- Hovering around the Yards - Clogori, Lysandra, Myer, Takar, New arrivals.

The new arrivals that had yet to reach the canyon approach had not yet gone unnoticed - They would be contacted by the autonomous flight control system and directed about three kilometers south-west of the facility - Towards the canyon approach. Once they reach the tower there, they would be directed to the canyon entrance proper.

- Canyon Approach - All

Following your activation of the Doorbell, the kinetic dampener fields begin to fade, and the turrets lining the canyon walls follow your movements loosely - Now that the facility personnel knew you were here on business, and not to shoot up the place.

Transit through the canyon itself was mostly uneventful - Much of the light was natural, as an exposed crack in the ceiling of the caynon ran from its entrance all the way to the docking booms at the end of the tunnel, albeit dimmer than normal as freeflowing water from the storm poured from the ceiling.

The canyon itself was fairly large - Formed mostly from tough white granite and layered with red soil and yellowed clay, any construction efforts would have been somewhat grueling and taken a great deal of time to excavate, even with the tools available today.
Additionally, much of the yards themselves almost seemed like a patchwork - The Architecture of some of the kinetic field generators is reminiscent of older Corpus building patterns, whilst some of the support struts for the canyon looked considerably more modern.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that this facility had at least some history behind it. If one were familiar with the construction styles of the Corpus, they'd be able to tell that this facility had been through multiple generations of personnel. Regardless, as one approached the hanger, they'd be contacted by the personnel to organize the docking procedures.

For the Tenno, they were directed to the uppermost layer of the hanger, where the fingerlike docking booms were able to vertically suspend their craft for the time being, whilst the crewmen would hurriedly clear the pads - The ones that stood idly were Techs, ready to assist in any emergency or support.

For the non-affiliated, they were guided to the middle layer of the hanger - Able to receive and hold most vehicles, the deck was fairly active but with plenty of open hanger slots of varying size, so most craft shouldn't have much difficulty in docking. Most ships automated systems could dock themselves with a 2.5% margin for error, but for Grineer vessels, A singular crewman would see to docking assistance - As long as the pilot paid attention to them, they'd dock safely and without error.

For anyone with something larger than a liset, like a certain unfortunate mercenary, they would be directed to one of the open landing slots on the ground level - There, a few Corpus Crewmen would assist the vessel in landing properly, and without getting in the way of anything else in the hanger.

Regardless of where they land, the personnel present would head out to make sure the craft landed properly - In addition, moments after they landed they would receive a minor notice in their systems that the automation that handled the facility had requested whether or not they need to refuel by any chance - The rates were higher than average, but considering this facility was in the middle of nowhere, it might be a good idea.

Additionally, it'd also be a keen time to notice the uniforms the personnel were wearing had been oriented with variations of the color green. Your basic crewman wore the same green jumpsuit as the Prova crewmen, Techs wore Olive jumpsuits whilst Sniper crewmen had jade colored attire.

Lastly, as they depart their vessels, a corpus tech would approach them to give them their visitor ID's - A means to identify them so that they don't get mistaken for someone or something else entirely.

- Primary Hanger - All

At this time of the day, activity was beginning to draw to a close - With the onset of the evening, some of the crewmen were heading off duty, the night-shift coming onto the scene, but most of the security staff remained present alongside the technical staff. The mere presence of their guests had the staff on edge - They might have gotten used to Hemlock, but the sudden appearance of not only the various free agents, but the multiple Tenno have the workers on edge.

Despite this, and the occasional hesitation, the workers are fairly helpful - If a problem or suchlike occurred, they tried their hardest to resolve it quickly. Looking about the hanger-bay, There is still a bit of work going on here, with many of the workers occupied with their jobs.
Perhaps they could use some assistance?

Regardless on ones stance in regards to philanthropism ,they would one way or another be directed to the ground level to meet up with their two guides to the facility - Who were currently watching the new arrivals as their craft were guided to their respective docking ports.


- Annual Associates Meeting - Lucas

Well, Well, Well, look what the cat brought in!

The day had just gotten a whole lot better - No sooner had he forwarded the datapack to his associates had some arrived in person. He did hope those that were not present were doing allright, however. Regardless, that meant he had some introductions to perform. There also happened to be that...She-Rhino that had taken to looming at the edge of the hangar entrance. Tenno were way above his pay grade, so he concluded his conversation with Hemlock, and began making his way towards one of the incoming vessels.


Even before landing, Lucas might be able to see a certain orange-armored Faux-Nox lumbering towards, currently conversing with a pale blue Inaros - Only to cut short on whatever he was speaking about & bid his fellow goodbye, and begin lumbering towards the landing corvette.

Moments after leaving his ship, he would come face to face with one of the unlucky sots that was J'kotal Miinek.
"Hahaah! Well, if it ain't the man himself!" the former bombard began - "How's life been treating you these days, my friend?" - he said as he extended his hand, with a happy grin on his weathered face. 

- The Hanged Man - Aegia

"Well, I'll be seeyin' ya, Hemlock, some friends have gone an' showed up."
And with that, the Faux-Nox had turned and began trundling to an angular vessel that had just arrived. He seemed to recognize it from somewhere, likely from the escapade on the Fortuna - After all, when he was recalling his adventure from that place he did mention a similar vessel that was able to pick him & some of his associates up.
Undoubtedly he wanted to catch up with them in terms of life & achievements.

"I'll be seeing you later, then." Hemlock stated, as he turned his attention to the Rhino Prime that had decided to jump in. So far, the Rhino had elected to sit near the entrance to the hanger, despite the cold weather. Another he'd noticed was that the warframe had a pilot.
This was a Symbiote-Type Tenno - One of the old-guard, this She-Rhino had elected to dismiss her helmet, and with an oversized Palatine hammer resting head-first upon the steel floor, and she seemed to be either unaware or uncaring in regards to the rest of the facility.

Of course, that's because she'd be able to shoot the place up if she so wished.

Not on Hemlocks watch - As he made his way towards the She-Rhino, he was stopped by one of the techs - Despite his size, he'd just be cannon fodder and this Tech seemed to know it - To that end, the Tech handed the data-chip that would serve as their guests ID during their stay here before hurrying off, seemingly unwilling to gamble his life any further.

Regardless, he held the chip in between his left hands index & middle fingers, and brought his Quartakk to the ready - As prepared as he could be in the event that the worst comes to pass. With his trusty rifle held in a ready, but not hostile stance and surrounded by the orange scarab swarm, he made his way to the Symbiote-Type. The Inaros' stance was tense - As if he was predicting the rise of hostilities...

"Greetings, Tenno." The young voice echoed out from the technocyte golem.
"I understand that you're here for that little mission Hystruc has offered." He continued, the Quartakk held firmly in his grip.
The Zariman child was running through his head the best means to counteract the Rhino should she prove to be an enemy to the workers here. Despite the fact that she seemed far from hostile, Hemlock was unwilling to leave out the potential for hostilities to yet arise.

Setting his rifle to an idle stance at his side, he offered his left hand to the She-Rhino - The data chip glowing softly in-between his fingers.

"Here, your ID. You'll need this to make sure the workers 'ere know you're on their side. Can I count on you being compliant with the rules during your stay here, Rhino?" The pale-blue Inaros spoke plainly, but there still was a tad of an edge to his words, as if he didn't approve of the Tenno's presence...

[Agent_Maine]

"Alright, Bane, looks like they're letting us in." Sloane said. After having the kinetic dampener fade, Sloane piloted the Guillotine through the canyon, careful not to antagonize the turrets lining the canyon walls. The small Grineer vessel moved fluidly through the canyon, avoiding any unfortunate accidents as it was directed towards the middle layer of the hanger. Sloane carefully moved the Guillotine, watching the singular crewman who provided docking assistance, and safely docked the Grineer vessel without error.

"Well, it seems we're here, Bane. I'll wait around here until you give me the go-ahead to leave or the sign that it's a bust. Alright?" Sloane said. Bane nodded, picking up the Brunt shield and placing it on his head. «I will notify you.» The Grineer mercenary said. He motioned to the silver-grey Drahk sitting on the floor of the ship. «Come, Marrok.» Bane said, and Marrok barked. The ramp at the back of the Guillotine opened, with Bane and Marrok walking out of the Grineer vessel, hopefully to meet whoever was sending the call for assistance.

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

As Takar's landing craft approached the hangar, she got into the disembarkation chamber, knowing that her Cephalon would be more than capable of landing the craft by itself.

They really didn't make these things with living beings in mind, did they? She thought as she crammed herself into the claustrophobic airlock. She had only done this once before, and it hadn't been fun then, either, but she didn't want to have her frame get in the way of what would hopefully be a peaceful meeting.

 

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As the ship descended into place, the cephalon opened the airlock, dropping Takar ~15' down onto the metal platform below.

Fortunately, having learned her lesson the last time she did this, she knew to drop into the Void before landing, and then quickly dash away from the spot her craft was landing on.

Re-entering from the Void, she took a look around. Over to the one side, she saw a large Nox-like character walking over to a human operative who had landed before her. She assumed the Nox was J'Kotal, considering the heavily-modified gun it was carrying. To the other side, she noticed an Inaros talking to a ..... Rhino?

Takar assumed it was a Rhino, though it's larger size, the human head atop it, and its slightly emphasized upper torso implied that it was a Symbiote, and a female one at that. Takar hadn't seen any of them since before the Great War.

How could one of them live this long? Was she put into cryosleep like the rest of us? And if so, who? The Orokin wouldn't have been around to do that, and the Lotus mostly ignored the Symbiotes. Maybe if I'm lucky she won't mind answering a few questions, if we can spare the time.

Takar began walking toward them, hoping to introduce herself. As she did, she heard another ship landing behind her, but that would have to wait until she had a chance to talk to a living relic of the past.

Edited February 10, 2018 by -AoN-CanoLathra-

[Arunafeltz]

With guidance from the on-boards, the Corpus agent steered the bright-red Gox into a vacant lot, just a minute after the other arrivals that she had been loosely tailing. In a well-practiced movement, she powered down the craft and vaulted out of the access hatch. She was joined by a large golden Kubrow, whom thankfully was rather tame and gave the hangar staff absolutely no trouble. Nodding to the nearest attendant for a refuel, she headed off in the direction of the earlier arrivals with her helmet under her arm. In the throng of green-jumpsuited Crewmen scattered around the hangar, her own dark-blue suit stood out, if only slightly. She made it a few steps before growing conscious of the curious(and in her perspective - judgemental) stares in her direction, and quickly put on her helmet to hide her face. The red highlights on its chassis did little to make her any less conspicuous, but at least it would hide her youth.

Edited January 27, 2018 by Arunafeltz

[Locky122]

*Landing Clearance Granted: Navigation Updated*

Lucas couldn't help but let a small grin show as the ship's HUD was updated to show the new approach path. He turned the vessel towards the canyon and began preparations for landing. Despite the ship's larger size, Lucas had no trouble weaving through the canyon approach, and within no-time had the corvette in sight of the shipyards.

He had to admit, the corpus structure wasn't something he had seen before - the patchwork design indicated that the yards were built over a long period of time in different stages, probably over different corpus eras judging by the difference in design of certain elements. Either way, the landing sequence was directing him towards one of the lower level docks, as his the corvette was by far the largest ship in the landing cue if the other vessels loitering at the entrance were anything to go by.

The Data feed issued a warning, indicating that the shipyard's automated landing system had taken over control from the pilot. Although this was a little annoying - Lucas was perfectly capable of landing his own damned vessel - he shrugged, got up out of his seat and headed back through the ship.

The inside, while not exactly overly spacious or glamorous, was certainly big enough to act as a "Home Away From Home" whenever Lucas decided that going planet side was not really necessary. Passing through one of the ladders for one of the top-side turrets, he entered a small lounge area. "Lounge" might be a stretch, as it consisted as a small Kitchenette, a table on the opposite side, and two bench seats on either side of that. But, it got the job done, so it stayed. Passing another ladder, this one leading to the sleeping quarters - consisting of a small set of bunk beds in an "attic" style compartment of the ship - he entered the Armory/Engineering room. He had already laid his kit out prior to entering the atmosphere, and his weapons and equipment, bar his pistol, currently sat in their respective racks on the wall. After slipping on his tactical webbing, consisting of a vest, leg holster for his pistol, and a small pack for other miscellaneous things like breaching charges, he grabbed his weapons. His Argonak was the first to be inspected - Lucas double checking the scope settings and calibrating the IR signature readers. Finishing up with that, he moved over to the workbench to grab his pistol - his modified Lex. With the new sight checked for the millionth time since it was fitted yesterday, he grabbed his trusty combat knife, and continued his trek through the bowels of the corvette.

Passing through the second last doorway, with the next being the cargo ramp, he entered the cargo bay. At the moment, it was relatively empty - having just unloaded at Larunda Relay - occupied only by a few crates with food, ammunition for the turrets, and other miscellaneous cargo that wasn't off-loaded during the relay stop. Lucas heard the external engine nacelles rotating and powering up, signifying that his craft was transferring into landing mode. "three...two....one aaaaaand..." The landing legs extended as he felt the ship adjust it's angle of attack to bleed off any excess speed the corvette may have been carrying. It wouldn't be long until he touched down, and he let his mind wonder as he held onto some cargo netting laying across the forward wall.

Before long, a soft *thump* heralded his sucessful touch-down, and after waiting for the landing engines to power down, he yanked on the lever to open the cargo ramp. He ignored the notice for available fuel - he just filled up at mercury, and had plenty of fuel to spare even IF the worst happened. So he quickly declined the offer, and deleted the message.

With the doors still coming down, he then noticed a familiar figure lumbering towards him. 

"Well f*ck me dead..."

Lucas smiled broadly as the cargo bay dors opened fully, as he walked towards the familiar Faux-nox

7 hours ago, InfiniumV said:

Moments after leaving his ship, he would come face to face with one of the unlucky sots that was J'kotal Miinek.
"Hahaah! Well, if it ain't the man himself!" the former bombard began - "How's life been treating you these days, my friend?" - he said as he extended his hand, with a happy grin on his weathered face. 

Lucas gladly accepted the old codger's hand, chuckling as he shook it vigorously.
"Well well well, didn't expect you to be here so soon after the Fortuna! Good to see you're being dragged along for the ride J'kotal" the operative snarkily replied "And to answer your question, I've been pretty busy, all things considered. Was in the middle of a lapse in activity when this message popped through from steel meridian. Thought I should take it up."

His attention was briefly taken by a corpus technician handing him an ID pass, and Lucas nodded in thanks as he walked off

Edited January 25, 2018 by Locky122
touch-ups and typo fixes

[Ghost333]

The first thing Lysandra did as she disembarked was stretch properly, spending a good two minutes working out the kinks in her arms, legs and back. Sighing with unfettered relief she opened her eyes and finally noticed that there was a crewman before her with an ID pass. She gave a quick apology, thanked them and took the pass before proceeding deeper into the facility.

She stuck out like a sore thumb in the drab, shiny halls and rooms, her armour looking as bright as a beacon against the greys, whites and blues. She hummed a tune to herself as she headed into the hangar, recognizing absolutely no-one. Certainly a colourful cast already - a human mercenary, a nox-seeming fellow, several other Tenno and an army of crewmen wandering about.

She milled around a bit, looking around and waiting. She knew she was waiting on a guide, but all she truly had to do was wait, mill around, pace a bit and hope nothing exploded next to her.
And thanks to that stray bout of paranoia and a first-name basis with Murphy's Law, Lyse quickly and quietly turned her shields on.

[Arcadian7]

Euren obliged with the commands of the flight system and directed the landing craft south-west and moved towards the canyon approach. Meyr gave a sigh of relief, noticing that they were not shot out of the sky yet which meant the codes had worked. Meyr took the time to look around the canyon as they flew through it, recognizing the old corpus design. He chuckled, and thought back to the Orokin Empire when the Corpus served the Orokin. He had always found the Corpus fascinating with how they seemed to adapt and create some sort of amazing machinery or weapon for the situation. They were certainly brilliant, but sadly that brilliance was overshadowed by greed nowadays. As they started to reach the docking area Meyr moved the way to the passenger pod, locking himself into it as he warframe slid in seamlessly.  

The Mantis-class ship's head started to move upwards as the ship began to dock, revealing the underbelly passenger pod. One locked in the pod slid 180 degrees to the left, revealing the Atlas warframe inside. Meyr stepped out of the pod and looked around the hanger. He first noticed the Corpus tech that approached him to give him his temporary id. Meyr nodded and took the id, pinning it to his warframe. "Pkatk you" (Translation: Thank you) Meyr spoke in the corpus tounge. He was  actually fluent in the corpus language and chose to learn it during his time learning from Marguilis as the Corpus were important enough in the empire to learn their language and speak to them in it.  It was certainly difficult back then but now he could speak it without much trouble. 

Meyr noticed the little alert on his HUD and decided to ask Euren. "Euren, how is our fuel?". The Cephalon was quick to reply, responding almost as soon as the question was asked. "Already taken care of Operator! Our fuel reserves are good for a few more jumps and we should be able to move in and out of mission with the Mantis at least seven more times according to my calculations." Meyr thought about it for a moment "Request a refuel. We can't take chances with this, not that I don't trust your calculations." The Cephalon paused and obliged with the Operator's will, contacting the facilities's automated systems for a refueling request and paid what ever the price was.

Edited January 25, 2018 by DeathInDesguise456

[Daakjenaar]

*retcon boi*

Edited February 24, 2018 by Daakjenaar

[(PSN)SuperShadic445]

 

 

"You want me to go through THAT?!"
 

Just outside the planet's atmosphere, a small shuttle hovered above the raging ice storm below. 

"You know the ship can take it Smokey, so why are you worrying? We'll be fine!"

Below them, they couldn't see anything beyond the clouds, but the ship's sensors had picked up what looked to be a handful of a storm. The duo aboard the ship did notice a couple of ships entering the planet, but neither one could tell if they had been shattered to pieces or not. Magnus had always been one to dive headfirst into dangerous situations without hesitation, but his Cephalon, who was in control of the ship, was not so keen to go bashing themselves to pieces. Of course, this usually led to infighting which Magnus usually won. 

"Look, you said the signal is leading us down there right?"

"Right."

"So why are you so scared to go?"

"Because I don't want to be annihilated by some large hunk of ice!"

"Then why don't you use the computer to find the most optimal way through the shower then?"

The automated voice gave no reply as it calculated the odds.

"Because I was not aware of that function" it replied.

Magnus sighed and leaned back in his seat. The ship entered the atmosphere and dodged the larger shards of ice. Soon they received the flight path through the canyon. It wasn't long before they arrived alongside the others, and touched down at the farthest open bay. 

"Now be nice Smokey" 

Magnus transferred the cephalon to his arm as he looked at his new surroundings. It didn't seem like anything special, but then again, Magnus wasn't exactly the luxurious type. The Bounty hunter hopped out of his cruiser and stretched for the first time since he entered the machine. He didn't exactly have a welcome party, so he just sort of glanced around, looking at the different ships. 
 

[Cryptix123]

"Achilles, come in through the storm. Let's not scare our new employers before we even get the job." commanded Damian from his perch on the Orbiter.

"Understood Master Damien. The route has been planned and a space has been reserved for the Liset in their docking bay." responded the ship Cephalon politely. It had been a early birthday gift from a friend in the Red Veil. "Would you like for me to start up the Somachord?"

"No thank you Achilles. I'd like to think for right now. Prepare Punishment for deployment - only bring the Scourge, we're not going in for a fight...yet." Achilles' avatar flashed off the navigation com screen, leaving Damien alone in the small craft. He sits down, and meditates. 

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

From his transference chair Damien controlled his Harrow Warframe, Punishment, as he walked through the Corpus installment. One of the Corpus in a suit the color of old vomit walked up to him, offering a light-blue datacard. An ID, how quaint. He accepted it, and allowed the Tech to pin the thin blue object to Punishment's skin. Looking around, he found what was most likely the other mercs that had accepted the call, including what he assumed to be a Rhino but with that chest..He shivered in his Somatic Link. 

Edited February 1, 2018 by Cryptix123

[Aegia-]

On 1/24/2018 at 8:24 PM, InfiniumV said:

Regardless, he held the chip in between his left hands index & middle fingers, and brought his Quartakk to the ready - As prepared as he could be in the event that the worst comes to pass. With his trusty rifle held in a ready, but not hostile stance and surrounded by the orange scarab swarm, he made his way to the Symbiote-Type. The Inaros' stance was tense - As if he was predicting the rise of hostilities...

"Greetings, Tenno." The young voice echoed out from the technocyte golem.
"I understand that you're here for that little mission Hystruc has offered." He continued, the Quartakk held firmly in his grip.
The Zariman child was running through his head the best means to counteract the Rhino should she prove to be an enemy to the workers here. Despite the fact that she seemed far from hostile, Hemlock was unwilling to leave out the potential for hostilities to yet arise.

Setting his rifle to an idle stance at his side, he offered his left hand to the She-Rhino - The data chip glowing softly in-between his fingers.

"Here, your ID. You'll need this to make sure the workers 'ere know you're on their side. Can I count on you being compliant with the rules during your stay here, Rhino?" The pale-blue Inaros spoke plainly, but there still was a tad of an edge to his words, as if he didn't approve of the Tenno's presence...

Clip... Clip... Clip... Clip...

Familiar sounds to the She-Rhino. Footsteps. Aegia tilted her head just slightly, trying to get a good feel for the mood behind these steps. It wasn't nervous, no, not completely anyway. It lacked the same subtleties that the symbiotes had. The varied personalities that inhabited them. No, just like she had confirmed before from afar, this Tenno did not inhabit their Warframe. Aegia wondered just how far away this one could be at this very moment. She could guess, but she wasn't particularly intimate with the knowledge of transference interfaces.

The footsteps had stopped.

They'd stopped a few meters away actually, not far enough that she couldn't reach with her hammer, mind, but far enough away that it would be an ordeal to land a blow, were she of a mind to do so. Of course, Aegia was not the sort of Tenno to simply turn on her own brethren at the drop of a credit. In fact, she was almost confused as to why this Tenno in particular seemed so wary of her. It was different for the crewmen, they knew they were a hair's breadth away from death at any moment around Tenno. Perhaps it was just the way the Zariman children were around such Tenno like her. Another in a long line of questions she would find few, if any, answers for.

As she stands she uses her hammer as leverage, muscles flexing from beneath the techno-organic bodysuit as she lifted herself up to her towering height. Now the hammer didn't seem quite oversized. She can see a few ships docking, but she couldn't pay attention to them, not when someone was addressing her.

"Hmm?" Aegia turns around to meet face to face (or as much as face to face was possible) with the Inaros getting her attention. She speaks with a voice that almost seems like it's barely contained, like she was making a concerted effort to keep her voice down. "Aha! That I am, that I am! I was meditating out here for some time, waiting for an ID to be given to me but it seems that I'm a tad too... Menacing for some of the crew here. I would say I don't know why, but well..."

She gestures to herself with her left hand, adding a little flourish at the end as if to say "just look at me!" before cocking her head to the right and noting her hammer that she's resting easily upon her shoulder. The woman graciously takes the ID, it seeming rather small in comparison to her, and does her best to attach it near her chest.

"Oh you won't have to worry about me any! I'm perfectly compliant. I may have been on ice for a few hundred years but I was still taught how to act properly beforehand. You have my word."

Aegia sets her hammer down upon its head gently (or about as gently as she can manage without denting the floor) and holds out her right hand to the Inaros, placing her left arm behind her against her lower back. The traditional Tenno handshake, of course.

"Hopefully this ID will make the crewmen less skittish around me, eh? I rarely get the chance to simply talk with someone!"

[Arunafeltz]

Fortunately for the dark-blue suited Corpus, the incoming gang of night shift Crewmen paid her no heed. She could feel their gazes glancing off the ID now affixed to her chest - dismissing her as another freelance merc, before returning to gawk at the Tenno warriors down by the disembarkation platform. She continued on her way towards them, soon becoming aware that her path was about to align with that of another arrival. A blue-haired child, which sent the slightest of shivers down her spine.

It wasn't her first time seeing them, or even working alongside them - thanks to her line of work and the clientele it could involve. But she always found it easier and much less unsettling to imagine the much-fabled, recently-awoken Tenno as taller, imposing warrior-gods of flesh and steel, instead of the mysterious, scarred teenagers that pulled their strings from behind. The Corpus youth slowed her pace, hoping to let the child pass in front of her to keep her distance. But her Kubrow had other ideas. Ears perking up curiously, the hound scampered over to the Tenno - ignoring all his master's hissed commands to stay - and tried to sniff at her skirt, his golden fur rubbing against her leg.

At the very least, the dog was a good conversation starter.

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

21 minutes ago, Arunafeltz said:

Fortunately for the dark-blue suited Corpus, the incoming gang of night shift Crewmen paid her no heed. She could feel their gazes glancing off the ID now affixed to her chest - dismissing her as another freelance merc, before returning to gawk at the Tenno warriors down by the disembarkation platform. She continued on her way towards them, soon becoming aware that her path was about to align with that of another arrival. A blue-haired child, which sent the slightest of shivers down her spine.

It wasn't her first time seeing them, or even working alongside them - thanks to her line of work and the clientele it could involve. But she always found it easier and much less unsettling to imagine the much-fabled, recently-awoken Tenno as taller, imposing warrior-gods of flesh and steel, instead of the mysterious, scarred teenagers that pulled their strings from behind. The Corpus youth slowed her pace, hoping to let the child pass in front of her to keep her distance. But her Kubrow had other ideas. Ears perking up curiously, the hound scampered over to the Tenno - ignoring all his master's hissed commands to stay - and tried to sniff at her skirt, his golden fur rubbing against her leg.

At the very least, the dog was a good conversation starter.

Takar found her approach to the Symbiote interrupted by a large golden-haired Kubrow that came up to have a sniff.

"Hello boy! Did you want to get to know me?" Takar said, extending her hand in greeting. "Would you like some petting?"

Takar looked up to see a short female Corpus wearing a modified Crewman helmet with red highlights watching her and the kubrow carefully.

"I assume this big boy is yours." Takar stated. "Does he like strangers?"

[Agent_Maine]

As the ramp of the Guillotine opened, Bane and Marrok were met by a Corpus Tech who provided an ID Card. Bane accepted the ID Card, sighing as Marrok growled at the Tech. He didn't like strangers, especially since most of Marrok's life was spent attacking targets. After pinning the ID Card on, Bane turned and glanced around the hanger, noticing what seemed to be various other mercenaries who had answered the same call. It seemed that these mercenaries ranged from other Corpus, Humans, and various types of Tenno. Interesting.

Intent of learning the motives of the other arrivals, Bane started walking in their direction. If he were to be working with these people, it would be best that he knew who they were - and what they wanted. Marrok slowly walked behind Bane, glancing at the various people scattered across the hanger. They had been employed by the Corpus before, and so Marrok was aware that they were allies. But he was still skeptical. There were a lot of unknowns in the hanger - any of which could be a threat to the silver Drahk's master. And so, Marrok kept a watchful eye.

[Arunafeltz]

4 hours ago, -AoN-CanoLathra- said:

Takar found her approach to the Symbiote interrupted by a large golden-haired Kubrow that came up to have a sniff.

"Hello boy! Did you want to get to know me?" Takar said, extending her hand in greeting. "Would you like some petting?"

Takar looked up to see a short female Corpus wearing a modified Crewman helmet with red highlights watching her and the kubrow carefully.

"I assume this big boy is yours." Takar stated. "Does he like strangers?"

"Indeed he is." the Corpus replied, her voice made tinny and slightly warbled by the helmet's voice modulators. "He's usually picky with new people, so I suppose you're an exception."

Attempting to sound aloof and put up an adult front felt a little awkward to be doing when facing a child such as she. But she was not about to let her guard down just yet, considering the possibility that they might be working together soon. Suddenly extremely self-conscious of being a Kubrow handler with an unleashed companion loose in a vehicular environment, she quickly fumbled in her toolbelt for his leash, somewhat grateful that her increasingly frustrated expression was hidden behind the helmet.

The child was right about the Kubrow at least. He was panting eagerly, peering up at her with his soft, brown eyes and practically begging to be obliged with her affection. Perhaps it was from some sense of familiarity that he took to her so quickly, the Corpus thought - recalling the days he spent with hired Tenno breeding enthusiasts who pampered him, outfitting his body with their implants and training him for attack canine duty.

Those were better days too. She wasn't alone then.

[-AoN-CanoLathra-]

3 minutes ago, Arunafeltz said:

"Indeed he is." the Corpus replied, her voice made tinny and slightly warbled by the helmet's voice modulators. "He's usually picky with new people, so I suppose you're an exception."

Attempting to sound aloof and put up an adult front felt a little awkward to be doing when facing a child such as she. But she was not about to let her guard down just yet, considering the possibility that they might be working together soon. Suddenly extremely self-conscious of being a Kubrow handler with an unleashed companion loose in a vehicular environment, she quickly fumbled in her toolbelt for his leash, somewhat grateful that her increasingly frustrated expression was hidden behind the helmet.

The child was right about the Kubrow at least. He was panting eagerly, peering up at her with his soft, brown eyes and practically begging to be obliged with her affection. Perhaps it was from some sense of familiarity that he took to her so quickly, the Corpus thought - recalling the days he spent with hired Tenno breeding enthusiasts who pampered him, outfitting his body with their implants and training him for attack canine duty.

Those were better days too. She wasn't alone then.

"You are so fluffy!" Takar said, rubbing the Kubrow, then kneeling down and hugging it. "And so very well behaved."

It looks like a Sahasa Kubrow, and a very well bred one at that. She must take very good care of him. He isn't showing any signs of genetic degradation, and he has been well-trained as well. He even seems to have a well-groomed coat. She must really care for him. I wonder what their story is?

As she stood back up, she turned to the Kubrow's Corpus master, extended her hand, and asked, "What's his name? And what is your name, if you don't mind me asking. I'm Takar Lathra."