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Inaros X Qorvex

Disclaimer: This story is a headcanon to the story of Warframe. Content contains innuendos alluding to risqué topics but do not describe them, and is thus 18+. The Warframes depicted are separate from their operators and function as their own beings than being controlled through transference. This is just a fan fiction story for fun. Reader’s discretion is advised.

[Story 1]

It’s been roughly 3 solar cycles since the God King of Mars had left his tomb in search for different ventures in the Origin system. Much has changed since his days of remaining idle in his ruins, but it appears the king has settled on a moon nearby his home, Deimos. He was no stranger to infested, the beasts of boils and what little kinship he shared with them. But he called upon familiar creatures to devour them in the form of Feral Kavats, lunging towards them and clearing the way for the gilded royalty as he struts up to the sphere that was the Necralisk.

Once through the double doors, he wasn’t given a king’s greeting by the Entrati, only scoffs and reminders of the old war where he served the “Golden Skymen”. Their son merely dismissive of the king’s request to find lodging. Their Daughter too busy with the melodies of another time from her Somachord. The Father would rather talk with him about the old days of primed weaponry and what he could offer offensively. And the mother, treating him as merely a Warframe and nothing else. “There’s work to do” she’d say, shooing him as he declined the offer to go back out into the pulsating wastes he had just escaped from.

Down on his luck like a relic cracked to handful of Ducats, he merely sat at a spot near shards of Seriglass. And there he saw him, another Warframe! Clad in warm grey armor, nailed to his sculpted frame of a body. The glow of radiating red energy from between the cracks of that floating brutalist design of his, and that stable stature as he spoke to the old lady that emerged from the flesh flower. They were speaking, something about needing expertise on decorating something down below where “The Necraloid” was going towards. Inaros only got a few minutes to gander at this stranger before the old woman noticed, giving him a smile before gesturing to the king of sands.

“I see you staring. Don’t be shy, dearie! Come along, introduce yourself!” She’d open kindly, with her longer arm waving over for the king to approach.

The king would approach. Slowly but with his usual decorum as he does on Mars, his head held high and his mannerism almost martian-like as he kept his arms crossed together whenever stood straight.

“I…am the Great King of the Sands, God King of Mars, defender of the red planet and…occasional practitioner in Baro Ki’Teer’s fine wares…Inaros. My presence welcomes you. “He’d look to the other, motionless in his pose while the other stared.

“Oh umm….Qorvex. Sentry of the Entrati property, bulwark of …a secret location, and ‘Hard Head’ according to Dante. I still don’t understand what that means. Umm…pleasure to meet you, your majesty!” He replied, awkwardly extending his hand to the other and waiting for him to reciprocate the gesture.

Inaros would respond by extending his hand over, unfamiliar with such a casual display. With his fingers lightly hooking Qorvex’s hands, he’d lightly shake them.

“The pleasure is all mine…Am I to assume you are a servant of this..Entrati you say?” The king asked, curious as to who the other warframe answered to.

“Yes, Entrati. And it’s the family name of all the residents here. But I shouldn’t discuss such details so openly in the Necralisk. If the Necraloid permits, perhaps we could continue this topic somewhere beyond the door of Obols? “ Qorvex would gesture with both hands, as if to tell the king to follow him down the hallway towards the room where the Necraloid resides.

Normally, Qorvex is able to pass freely because of his permission as a defender of the levels below, but Inaros had to wait outside while the stony servant discussed with his higher up about introducing this foreign noble into what lies below. They did need more help…especially when trying times are to come with what the Tenno are preparing for.

Minutes would pass as Inaros stood outside the mysterious golden door, solid to the touch yet ethereal as soon as Qorvex reemerged from it. The king had been bored within these few ticks, keeping still like he always does yet…slightly tempted to tap at the flat plates of metal that shined like his own.

“I got the approval from Loid; you’ll have to put this on before you’re allowed in.” Qorvex would state to Inaros, holding out a “Gargoyle’s Cry” emblem to put on his shoulder. However, Inaros merely stood there. Expecting the other to pin it for him.

“…Well?...Are you not going to apply this symbol onto me? “Inaros asked, confused at the other’s lack of action.

“Oh uh…right. “He’d respond, placing the emblem onto Inaros’ left shoulder before opening his hand to guide the king in through the curtain of Obols.

Step by step, the two would walk towards the room decorated with strange symbols before spiraling down a flight of stairs towards a new door. Once open, the king now basked in the vast mystery that was the Sanctum Atomica.

Despite being several depths below the plagued plains that was the Cambion Drift, this space from within…it was massive. Infinite one could even say, with a void of seemingly nothingness over the horizon where the cliffs ended. And yet, it reminded him of home. The grains of sands that flowed along the floor of the base, the warm light and gleaming fixtures along the walls that surrounded them. Etched words into the walls, the schematics of a mad scientist yet familiar like the symbols of his own home.

Inaros was awed, it was everything he wished his kingdom still remained as before he was shut into his slumber years ago. Descending down the stairs, his fingers traced at the golden railings leading up to what seemed like a broken sarcophagus. His clawed nails, lightly clinging onto it before he heard a man clear his throat from behind them.

“Ahem..I’d appreciate if you didn’t fiddle with that device, vessel. Only my Albrecht knew how it worked and I doubt you’d want to fashion it into some makeshift bed for your idle time..”Spoke the well-dressed man, hair combed back and glasses framed to examine the king.“So this is the warframe you brought to aid us in our time of need, Qorvex? The God King of Mars?... I expected someone more focused on their survival than the shine of their trim.”

“And…you are? “The king would ask, lowering his head with armed crossed as if to oppose this gentleman.

“Loid…Butler of the Entrati family and current head of operations here at the Sanctum Atomica. Had it not been for Qorvex’s insistence on bringing you into the fray, I would’ve left you upstairs to do Euleria’s errand work..”Loid would reply, a sliver of snark in his words as he pushed his glasses up to his nose.

“I’d…watch..your..tone, Butler” Inaros would step forward, attempting to close the distance between them as the sand around his feet started to whirl. But before he could meet him eye-to-eye, the concrete cladded sentry would come between them.

“Now now! Let’s not get hasty, shall we?” He said, getting between the two. “Loid, you have some work to discuss with Dante, don’t you? I think he’s in his retreat. How’s about I give Inaros a tour of the Sanctum?”

The two haughty men stared at one another, glare to glare before disconnecting their gaze. Loid would attend to his duties as usual, while waving off Qorve to do as he pleased with the king of sands. Inaros would still stare daggers at the butler, like a Karyst Prime ready to strike. But before he could respond, Qorvex tugged him palm in hand and brought him from spot to spot around the enclosure.

Slowly he’d introduce him to each of the Cavia. The enigmatic Fibonacci, as proud as his tank was bloated to fit his ego. The two would have much to discuss as Inaros found himself discussing with the Norg about niche concepts, etiquette and even the necessity of water to wash one’s self off from gunk. Though Inaros would also turn to Qorvex to a moment, asking him the following.

“Tell me, servant…Would you perhaps be able to bathe me?” The King raised, a mere question but not a request.

“I-I’m sorry…what? “Qorvex asked, confused and…slightly caught off guard.

“Bathe me! With water! My frame tends to collect a lot of sand and debris after roaming the deserts a lot. Would you perhaps be open to it?” He asked, spinning his hand as he explained.

“I umm…would I need to partake as well? “He asked, still confused by his hypothetical.

“Well..I don’t see why not. You will need be under the spray of water with me if you want to reach every nook and cranny, won’t you? “The king would reply, an answer to the question but…this only raised more questions. Qorvex remained quiet for the rest of the tour after his phrasing, keeping his hands together as he led Inaros to Bird-3, then Tagfer. But all the while, one could have sworn that the warframe’s crimson glow turned slightly more red. All while he stared at the position of the two vessels within the sanctum, almost with a weary sigh.

Once the tour was done, Qorvex merely led him to one of Albrecht’s empty rooms. Beamed by harsh skylight from beyond the elongated window, it contrasted the dark room they were in. A chair pulled up, Qorvex would look to Inaros expecting him to sit.

“Well…this is it. It’s not much, but it’s the only spare room I could find, your Majesty. “The stone sentry would state, before tapping away towards the door.

But instead of hearing the creak of the chair behind him, he felt something grab him…His wrist, held by Inaros?

“It…is enough, servant. May I request one thing of you? “The king would ask, staring at him. “Sit…Please. “

Qorvex was confused, turning to face the golden other as the two were illuminated by the light from the window. Silence took the air for a few seconds before he sat down on the rose cushioned seat.

“Servant…how long have you served in this sanctum for? “The king asked.

“A century or two? Maybe a millennia?It’s hard to tell because of how time works here..” Qorvex would reply.

“And throughout all these many years, why have I never encountered you? “The golden king said, tilting his head with his hands behind his back.

“I..don’t know. I suppose it was because I was made to serve and protect the labs here? “The cladded servant replied, lowering his head as he felt like he was a mere Necramite running routines.

“No…it was because you were made to be by my side” The king would say, approaching Qorvex with his hand open.

“I-i…what? “ Qorvex was stunned, he didn’t know if the king was merely being pretentious or…genuine?

“My servant…no…Qorvex…Since my arrival on Deimos. No other soul has batted an eye to me once I entered pass those gilded doors. The Orokin family merely turned their gaze away from my greatness, their parents merely dwelled in the past of what I was during the Old War…and the fumbling machines didn’t pay me any mind. But you…you saw me for what I was, and uttered me words I hadn’t heard in a very long time… ‘Your Majesty’…You stared at me with radiance as if I was the Martian sun, yet you kept gaze constant despite such radiance that could blind..”

Inaros would look to Qorvex, lowering himself to a kneel in order to be on level with him as he spoke. After a few short seconds, he stood back up and cleared his throat. “Perhaps…you have duties on your mind. You are dismiss-“

Qorvex would cut him off, lifting his head to look back at him. “Your Majesty… “He uttered, causing Inaros to watch as Qorvex stood eye-to-eye with him. “Do you mean what you said? “The sentry asked, his armor shaking as if something was quaking within him.

Inaros would then extend his right hand to Qorvex, placing it on his cheek before answering. “Every word of it…Don’t think your wants went unnoticed. I saw how you stared at the two vessels out there. You were loudest despite your silence..”His nails lightly brushing along the concrete surface of his helmet, with endearment. Qorvex would extend his hand in return, holding onto the king’s right arm as he leans his head into the other’s palm.

“I didn’t think I’d find a home after I left Mars, Qorvex. But the sands of the sanctum, the royal trim of this place…even the rough touch of your armor reminds me of the sarcophagus I rest in…I feel most in place while I am by your side. “The king would lean in, pulling Qorvex into an embrace as the two hold still for a moment. Inaros’s arms crossed over one another but now along Qorvex’s back.

From that day onward, the God King of Mar stayed. No longer wandering from node to node for a new home after its desecration, but finding a new one and…a new person by his side. The coming months were not less busy though, with the two protecting the Sanctum Atomica from the Murmur and rogue Culverin as they ventured into Deep Archimedia. But the two would be at each other’s side. And perhaps even under a Chyrinka Pillar ;)

[END OF STORY 1]

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