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Freedom is where you feel love the most without having a fear of losing it.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

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Lotus Prince NEW AND IMPROVED.

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I love frosts snowglobe. You just use it and you go "my town bitch." The only person that could save the enemy now is john prodman.

This is dumb and stupid

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hurting ur friend with a really sad headcanon like 

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Aboard

//Corpus merchant raider Majestic Step, Entering Void Sector 03-Neptune - nearing Orokin Tower Ukko

Captain Nef Detron chewed on his flavoured smoke, the cybernetic optics analyzing the schematics of the old Grineer model over and over. Five times each time but it seemed untrue, there haven’t been much of the old scavengers junkers with the decaying clone-imperialists’ constant replacements and it had some good value in the market. However, his hesitation wasn’t the model - it was the origins.

It was rare when the Void spat something out from its infinite space and when it did. It was either very profitable or very fatal. The ultimate gambit that even put the Orokin Towers and their neutral-snatching defences to an immediate choice between the two. Being a former accountant to a Board Member of the Raptor Mark III project had its lingering habits.

The scans reported no bio-signatures, but the ship was still alive. Core rolled energy still, probably thanks to the Void. Then again, if he was anyone else, he would think the ship went into the Void and just came out like passing a door. No long voyage, just flung between time. Reports from exploration teams confirmed it a few times. Three out of the Hundred recorded back in a decade’s work and investment. It wasn’t worth the cost to further the studies and left the Void as it was, is, and probably forever be; an enigma of anyone’s comprehension.

“Sergeant, get your boarding crew ready with a flock of moa. I don’t want any surprises.” Captain Nef finally commanded through the comms, getting an immediate ‘Yes, Captain’. From his grineer second-hand. One of the countless clones discarded by the Grineer in their festering days and campaign against the Tenno and wrestling of systematic control with the Corpus, Sargeant Kir was a capable officer despite the needed biotic replacements. Held in high regard by the mingled crew that they had, Nef had the upmost faith.

The boarding craft that the Majestic Step used was a standard grineer boarding ship, perfect to ram with its drilling teeth through shield and hull alike. A violent thing but the modifications made for a better infiltration. Energy-lined for a smoother penetration,  it made for the larger scavenger junker. Sergeant Kir was rechecking his personalized Hind rifle, armoured and ready for engagement while his helmet’s optics were retrofitted to meet with the current market stocks and scanning capabilities. Behind him six rough-armoured engineer with a mix-match of grineer and corpus weapons while a whole swarm of huddled Eximus MOA sat in their deactivated crunch position, waiting on their handlers’ work.

“We make this quick. Easy. Everyone come out alive. Good quarry, good money for us.” Kir grumbled through his vocalizer, thyroid rattling through its metallic assistance. Pauldron-weighed shoulder rolled with a noticeable pop, the former elite felt his boarding craft piercing past the drill and clamp down with its secondary claws like a predator on soft prey-flesh.

Weapon up, the sergeant growled. “Employ.” By the press of a figure, the MOA-handler pointed forward and gave the native command to the patrol-bots. Twenty proxies started up quickly with their electrical cries and sprang off on their digitigraded legs into the opening portal that gave a dead yawn of barely pressured air.

The MOA shattered about, taking immediate reconnaissance to the entire ship. From the punctured starboard to portside. Their viewpoints reporting back to the handler while the main team carefully made way to the bridge.

Each room checked. Clear. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nif almost felt sense relief while he watched from every screen that dotted his viewpoint, the tension in his chest easing.

“Wait…”

His optics flicked at MOA 235-E’s screen, it was accessing the cargo room after a prodding and code-coordination to grineer security. Amusingly simplistic compared to Corpus complexity but one can never be unprepared. When the door slipped open with a huff of trapped air, a scan revealing...four cryopods.

Open.

His heart skipped.

One screen blinked out. Another. Then another!

“Sergeant!” He keyed in, but there was no answer despite the key was working. “Sergeant Kir!” The captain was watching as the bridge was opening by Kir’s own camera, finding only a singular figure. The dank lights of the bridge flickering on and off as it sat on its knees. Arcs of gilded electricity crawling on its arms and popping ornated conductors. The former Corpus officer recognized what it was. No one can mistake the appearance of a Warframe. A Volt classification and the appearance was too canny.

A primed Volt.

Its movement was sudden that even Nif’s mechanic eyes didn’t register until it unleashed a storm of its stored power - the same power that spiked the scanner to high levels. It was a trick! The Volt tricked them into thinking the ship was empty with its power, blocking out the biological registering. With it now exposed, the Captain switched to the scanners. Now fully reading the ship and his own. Two new contacts. Aboard. Behind him.

Nif let out a breath that he could not hear. He could not even hear his own heartbeats and the cold sweat frosting on his skin. Optics staring at his screen, seeing the barely visible reflections of it. A Dominian Banshee tilting her head with the glow of her void-blighted power slowly receding with something standing next to her. Tall and uncaring, beautiful yet rugged. Eyes of cold suns, the curse of the Void crawling on the side of his face with hair that looked like a black stream ending of falling blood. A hand gently grasped Nif’s shoulder and he felt the very thin line of life and death. The life that he had in his hands and the death happening on his screens.

The Tenno leaning to whisper into his ear and steal the cigarette from the quivering lips,

“I have places to be, Captain...and you are my escort. If you so wish.”

The smile that brandished on that face gave Nif his ultimatum.

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Returning Home

//5 Years after Lua’ Return...

“Sariel! The ship is being pulled in!”

“I’ll make it, Delia. Just retrieve the cryopods.”

“Sariel!”

“Do as I say! I’ll...I’ll be fine. Make you te- ARGH!”

“SARIEL!”

His eyes opened with that constant echo of his name, the warlord laying in the cooling bed of his own cryropod. A clawed hand grasping its edge. His back was stiff and muscles still thawing out, pausing only for that brief pseudo-fatigue creeping to insist another rest. No, the Tenno has rested long enough.

Lips curled in a silent hiss as he heaved his bodysuited body from its sarcophagus. Sariel nerves felt the numb brush of his own hair falling around his shoulders like a blood-kissed waterfall of black. Eyes trying to adjust in the dark. Nothing but the hum of the engines and groans of an old ship around him. His pupils glowing their sun-gold, one holding its black pupil and the other exploded into a cat’s nebula of brilliance.

With his Void-blessed body, the blindness in that eye eased enough but the body made quick readjustment to use the right for main focus. He needed to find a Trinity or…

The mere thought of the focus-school tore the Naraman’s thought process. It has been three months since falling into the Void. By the Hell that he just left from, he can only imagine what Emile must be doing. The bo-...man always ended up getting into something. Then again, what Tenno doesn’t.

Amusing himself enough to break the melancholy,  Sariel pulled himself out and kept prompt. His bare feet touched the floor, but he didn’t feel it. The nerves were tingling, waking up finally from head to claws to toes. Looking down at his right hand, he could see the Void affliction has crept and deepened at his flesh. He was hoping sleeping in the crypopod would save him of further...devolution.

“Saraquel.” A voice rasped at his side, causing the Tenno to snap his attention in its direction. A sharp suction of air between his teeth and hand snatched for a blade that wasn’t there. A mistake that caused the young man to crumble from his own weight against useless legs. An arm reached out and caught him into a comforting strength. The operator’s own hand grasped tightly to the shoulder of his other half - his bound warframe.

“Ara…” Sariel muttered, looking up at the horned face of the Volt Prime. He could feel the space-dust resting on the chitinous hide that wasn’t implanted armour of orokin design. The Warframe utterly refused to leave him. Even in the eye of an exploding vessel, the stubborn Volt would rather die with him than losing his one and only operator ever again.

For the first time in many years, since first reclaiming his operator from the Lotus’ Reservoir, Ara wrapped his arms around Sariel and hugged him dearly.

Sar tensed a moment before gradually melting into the Volt’s care. Face pressed against the cold chest that held hardly a beat under its infected mass. How far did the Orokin go to ensure their dominance across the system, what evils would and have they done beyond the Children of Zariman Ten Zero and their Warframe conduits? What he’ve seen in the Void, the whispers and faces that haunted him…

No.

It is not a time to think of the past, but now.

“Anything to report?” He asks softly, feeling his vocal cords crack and struggle to speak. The Volt’s voice growled a low kavat-like rumble in his mind, their connection true and unique as all Tenno and their Bounded. “We have pierced the Veil. However, the vessel lacks communication capabilities. We must make landfall.”

Nodding against Ara’s chest, Sariel allowed a smile - a cold, logically-bred smile. “Make landfall to the optimal location, please. We have places to be and a contract to collect.” A hand cupping around his Operator’s head, claws combing through the frost-kissed mane. “As you wish, Saraquel.”

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“When you are trapped in a place beyond our time and space, you make due...and make it work. Our enemy is just another material in the end.”

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But why don't Aibel like the paracesis? Its actually a really good sword.

:^ I 

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I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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Knight-Blade Fabio of the Festering Wheel

He was coming. They knew he was. He made sure they did. From the screams of their end to the bleating howls ripping through his infested throat.  Their rightful fear was pungent and sweat to his nose. Their panic was barely contained. Their deluded supremacy degrading like their flesh. Now...it was the moment of waiting. Watching. Then, at the most opportune moment.

Strike.

Fabio came out of the underbrush like an emerald dart. When the last of the Grineer occupationists was in the open for their transport, he appeared to cut their last chance to run. A entire company gone by the day’s end. As the sun was setting, there was only the terror of the fae warframe. With a graceful flip in his flight, the fae-knight’s burning blade of blightful corrosion relieved two of their armour-rounded heads from their shell-like shoulders.

Landing on the dainty stalk of his hooves, the paladin of Earth’s womb came upon them without a hold of mercy. Their rifles fired wildly, bouncing the shield and natural armour that protected the Oberon’s frame. Fabio tilted his horned head, all six tiny eyes staring in alien amusement before angling his shield to let the hail of bullets utterly tear at the ferrite armour. Only to be halted by the shot of barbed rope wrapping around his wrist.

A bestial snarl, the cervine frame snapped his head at the Scorpion. When she moved to reel him in, vine-like muscles clenched along his bicep before yanking the soldier off her feet for a fair landing on his blade to its hilt.

The Grineer call them reptiles. For they act with such cold indifference. No mercy. No conscious. Only to kill whatever their masters tell them.

Watching the light die away from the grineer’s eyes before they melted away, following with the blackening veins and hyper-decay of flesh. Angling to let the body slug off his weapon, Fabio caught the sight of the rolling plasma grenade and vanished in its high-pitched explosion.

“Go! Go! Onto the ship!” The commander insisted in hollering command and wave of his arm, the last of their company rushing along the ramp. Half-way on the ramp, the troop were suddenly dived by the dropping appearance of the airborne warframe. The blink of an eye is all it took.

Everything to them was instinct. To kill. To demoralize. To triumph. Nothing else but the safety of their operator and goals mattered. Anything else was a mere distraction.

Bodies were cleaved and rent. Lives were snuffed as quick as candle lights. By blade and power.  The ship attempted to lift and shake the creature off, only to have its engine corrupted by the utter choking strangling of radiation and corrosive slashes. Tilting and wavering until its hull crashed into one of the many great trees that rose from Earth’s face. Downing into an explosion that scared the roosts of birds.

The paladin is a guardian. A warrior of upmost valor and devotion. May assume for the greater good. However, such a concept is...subjective to the beholder.

From its wreckage, Fabio stepped out. His wounds creeping and knitting themselves, the infested meat moving like black vines under the reconnecting hide and finally chitinous finish. He didn’t look back to ensure no survivors. He knew if there were, his legend of fear will grow among the enemy. In that, the paladin almost hoped there were.

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Vhi Cok - Clanbound Bounty Hunter and Twinshot of Fifty-Ninth Gallery

They came. Regulation hammering. 

Bang! Bang! Her ivory fury coming in the flash of red. 

Bang! Bang! Four went down before she touched the ground. 

Spurs clicking to her talons rap. Grineer hollering for the back, surrounding.

Bang! Bang! The mislet swift lung for her kill.

Bang! Bang! The young guns nothing to them.

The clone-meat stung in their way. One was tall, the other was wild.

Bang! Bang!  Six more dead by shatter and jam.

Bang! Bang! The burning bullet slammed through layers...

Over the body, the smell of corroding in the air. The Peace of galleries was made.

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Warlord Setmosu of Saraquel’s orbiter clan - The Howling Winds of Mars

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The Blade of the Silent Kai’s primary clan

“Generations in my waking death, by the screams of the children and laughter of my enemies, I have walked desolated. Forgotten was my legacy, my limbs scattered to the four winds. Now…by the screams of my enemies and howl of my fury, the Pharaoh of Her Deshur walk upon the stars to pass Final Judgement.”

- Setmosu

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Tuesday’s plans

Earlier:

“We are going to do something, worth our time! We have been low of contracts for too long!”

*Commence clan roar of agreement!

Now: 

Sariel laying across Setmosu’s lap, the anubite Inaros stroking on his mane while the operator plays with a lazy Furius’ big Rhino peets. “This is a good day...”

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i’ve been playing a lot of warframe lately

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Corporal-leviii’s writing tips wooo

For the sweet anon who asked me for some tips about writing! I’ve gotten several asks like this so I’m just gonna pop in and post this before putting my nose back to the grindstone for finals. See you all later, and I hope this helps!!