#oculyst

[seekingcylem]

THERE WE GO part 5 of my expedition thru tennotober 2020. i have no idea if the queue is going to spit these out in order or not.

[sterlinggalaxy13]

What the Master Chief?! There's two of ya?!

[endless-bestiary]

OCULYST

(Due to the nature of the Sentients, some mild Warframe story spoilers may be ahead.)

The Oculyst is a slippery bastard, and almost impossible to get good shots of. Instead of sticking around to try and murder us like a proper enemy, it zips off the moment it gets a picture of us and tells mom. Also, it's nigh invincible, so you just kind of have to hope it doesn't notice you. Design-wise, the Oculyst is very similar to the Battalyst. Any further nuance to the design is lost to the perpetual blue jelly that covers its entire body - ostensibly its impenetrable shielding. Due to the Oculyst's passive nature on the battlefield, however, it does give me a good jumping-off point for another thing I like about their designs. The Sentients don't immediately appear threatening, but they also don't appear to be good guys, either. Encountering one for the first time in the Grineer sea lab is a really bizarre experience; this neutral creature makes the lights go haywire, then drifts around scanning things before peacing out. You don't really get a sense for their purpose or ethos until you confront them in later story missions.

I also cannot get over how dorky their static picture is. The other Sentients have these dynamic battle poses and the Oculyst is just like “Uhhh... did you take it yet? Can I move?”

SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF: 7/10 DESIGN COHESION: 8/10 SPOOKY MATING CALL: 10/10 PERSONAL RATING: 8/10

[craftinghellkite]

...I don’t think that should be there right now.

[shadowpuppy2]

Asphodel Wastes, all in all

Variances for Maximilius being hostile will be in red, italicized text.

. . . "Alright, get out here, let's talk this out face to face. No more nonsense, yeah? I won't lay a finger on you, I promise."

Maximilius turns his back to you as a small drone hovers in, carrying a covered tray, and deposits it on the table before leaving through the same door. As you cautiously exit the warframe, Maximilus speaks again,

"I've made damn sure nobody goes hungry around here, people are a lot more agreeable on a full stomach. It's become a bit of a rule at this point, everyone gets a plate. Even visitors like-" No matter how big of a pain in the ass they are, even little shits like-"

He turns to face you as he speaks, shock apparent in his face for a moment before he manages to conjure some composure once more.

"You. . ." The word quietly hisses from his lips, "Damn it. You're here. . . Just when things were finally getting comfortable. YOU show up" He heavily stresses every mention of you, longer bouts of shorter breaths mark the gaps between sentences. He seems to be struggling to gather his thoughts. "I should have known. A new moron who's first reaction to something they'd never seen was to start trying to kill it. Should have known from just that."

You sit down, confused. As you are about to ask what he's talking about, Maximilius cuts you off with an answer.

"Seriously? I was expecting you to be stupid, but this is something else!" He leans over the table, his hands gripping the edges, and resumes in an almost hushed tone. "Whatever, let's say you have a bit of a. . . reputation, all of us Tenno, running around the system leaving mountains of gore and bare shelves in our wake. Commanders of all stripes abducted, interrogated or just killed, and despite that, it never seems to get a damn thing done, watching colonies burn and ships grow over with infestation despite the void powers, despite the power armor some weirdos are almost worshipful of, despite making that violence the whole of our beings. Nothing changes. Except..."

He rises from the hunched stance, and begins pacing across from you.

"Except when you're there, wherever that so very consequential there is, and it's not even on purpose. You bumble merrily along, flopping headlong into being the center of attention. Don't you think it's strange, that every single time there's some new bullshit thing that actually changes the system, you're right there to watch it scuttle into being? That you were there for the first oculyst sightings, for Nef's asinine stunt with the board, for the Tempestarii, the terraforming towers on Venus, the Heart of Deimos, Lua, the rotting Quees, for Rell, for Ballas crawling out of the woodwork?" Hatred is thick in his voice as he speaks that name. He takes a deep breath, followed by a slow, rattling exhale. "Of course, I'm not assuming you're hunting these down just for the glory of it there's not enough in that wooden head of yours to pull that off, you were more or less along for the ride after stumbling in to those. But that's what worries me the most. You were there for everything, everything, Leading up to that blue bastard's stunt with the sun. And you were there. In the portal chamber of that ship, Mother Dearest not taking the slight second to grab the last shard to be able to send that sniveling parasite to hell, and you were there, you were there when something." He pauses leaning over the table once more. "You were right there when something sailed out of a void portal that nobody had ever had any reason to open. That laughter echoing through all our nightmares, and now-" He strikes the table before collapsing into the chair opposite you. "Now you're here. The Wall's favorite little Brick to toss through the windows of the world, is here in my lovely oasis." The manic energy now departed, he is silent for some time, idly drumming his fingers on the tabletop.

If playing as the Drifter: "What's worse is now I know for sure you've got two faces, two bodies, just like that thing..."

If playing as the Operator: "And rumor has it you've got some strange company now, another you. Just like that thing"

"As if this couldn't get any worse"

He stands again, and gestures to the covered tray.

"Eat, the void might keep us from starving but that doesn't really cut it if you want to actually be in proper condition. Or do you think you're too good for my cooking?"

A beeping draws Maximilius' attention away from you for the first time in what feels like hours.

"Well what do you know? She finally bothers to check her email. After sicing her favorite on me. Great." His voice is laden with exasperation, he stands and vanishes in a strange haze of void energy.

You're left alone, and at last take the lid from the tray. Soup, bread rolls, butter, and a glass of juice.

The player is presented with three choices:

Sun: Eat quickly. It smells good and your last chance at a meal got snatched away fast as it arrived, you're not going to pass this up even if it's from a huge weirdo.

Neutral: Eat slowly. Maybe he's right, maybe he's not. You can't be certain, even of his promise not to hurt you. But surely the bread is safe right?

Moon: You can't eat. Weird rantings or not you can't help but dwell on it. Something about what he said sits like a nauseating oil coating your throat. You don't feel like you were just getting pulled along by someone, something else's schemes, but that's how all the best laid plans work out, right?

If Maximilius is hostile, the operator/drifter notes the food is over salted, but still edible. Barely.

As the Tenno eats, Ordis is able to contact them again initially distressed but relieved you're unharmed. Between bites, the Tenno recounts some of Maximilius' monologue.

If The Operator, the Tenno has difficulty keeping the food down, their body unused to eating after so long.

If The Drifter, they note that it was strange how they'd stopped feeling hungry, and comment that they'd initially thought it was just the adrenaline of the confrontation, until they realized how much time had actually passed and grew fearful of mentioning it.

As the Tenno finishes eating, the drone from earlier returns to clear the table, and departs once more through the far door, further into the compound. The Tenno stands to follow it, in hopes of gathering more information on the Citadel, while not objecting, Ordis expresses concern for the Tenno's safety.

The Tenno void dashes through the door as it swings shut, and must proceed through the Sanctum's winding halls undetected. The corridors are wide with high ceilings, lighting hangs from chains connected to the ceiling or on sconces anchored to corners of the halls, the halls are heavily decorated in glaring contrast to the Orokin's strange and gaudy minimalism. Towering windows take up large portions of the walls separating rooms from the hall, some clear glass, others stained mosaics, sharing the designs of those made with opaque tiles that cover the floors. Twined serpents, a mountain overlooking the sea, exaggerated stars glinting above, a mural of many hands stretching up toward something unseen, strange geometric patterns interspersed with odd symbols, eerily familiar charts and diagrams. Through the occasional clear window, the Tenno can glimpse strangely garbed figures hunched over studying texts, tinkering with something on workbenches, observing elaborate setups of chemicals, a group staring at a large dias in the center of the room though they obscure sight of what is on it.

As the Tenno weaves through the facility Ordis makes note of the strange happenings, thinking out loud and prompting ultimately insubstantial responses from the Tenno.

Eventually, the Tenno arrives at another door, leading "outside", a courtyard illuminated by a massive shard of the same strange crystals that draw light from the surface into the caves, this one is large enough to see a hint of blue sky within. Dominating the courtyard is a set of statues, one a familiar figure, Lavos, the other is a strange and gangly old man, resting much of his weight on a staff. Must be Javi. The courtyard branches into several winding paths, one leading to a curved stairway, a door at the top left slightly ajar, and the flickering light of a screen is visible through it as you approach.

You quietly peer through the gap, into a somewhat messy room, server cabinets sit next to bookshelves and tables covered in notes on a variety of mediums, a few boards with a number of pictures, illegible notes and colored lines connecting them hang on the walls, one appears to have been cleared recently, smudges of marker and a few papers still stick to the edges.

Maximilius' shouting is easily audible even from a greater distance, his back turned to the door, he's arguing with the Lotus, displayed on a monitor in the cluttered study.

"And now you're all indignant that I actually got onto my feet without you, like it's some kind of insult that I'm not a helpless wreck without you? Did you really thing you could just waltz back in--

If Lotus: --like nothing happened, with a fancy new outfit,

If Margulis: -- with a dead woman's name and face on,

If Natah: -- not even bothering to put your last lie back on,

like you didn't vanish for years, like the rest of us aren't owed a single answer about any damn thing we've done for you? Lying through your teeth as usual about seeing nothing on Phragassa after you finally killed the noodle armed jackass? Pretending I've been completely unreachable? That I haven't still been going on regular missions? Barking at me to just follow orders as though that's not how we got every damned atrocity in history? Call yourself whatever you want, everyone's got that right, but for everything else. . . What the fuck? Can you answer that for me? Give me a reason not to just hang up? What in the actual fuck?"

She is silent for a moment, not quite expecting this outcome.

If Natah: "I have my reasons for withholding information, I needed to ensure you were not planning on betraying us"

If Margulis: "I was just worried about you, someone could have had their hooks in you for all I know"

If Lotus: "You couldn't handle it all, and even a small amount of the data I have could put a lot of people in danger should it fall into the wrong hands"

Maximilius responds "OH, you're one to talk about that. It's pretty damn hypocritical don't you think, (Gemini / brickhead) ?" He turns to the door, making direct eye contact with the Tenno, void energy envelops his right arm as he casually waves it at the door, which swings open fully in response, taking away your cover.

The player is prompted with three choices

Sun: Nobody talks to your mom that way, support her in this argument.

Neutral: Stay out of this, it's not worth risking both of them getting mad at you.

Moon: Maximilius is right, she needs to be more open with the Tenno, her old methods left us all scrambling without her.

Maximilus turns to face the monitor once more. "I sent you the information on how to get communications through to here months ago. This-" he gestures vaguely "-has to stop." Mother dearest pauses for a moment, considering what's been said.

"Very well, I will try to be less obscure with my intentions in the future, and won't be taking disciplinary action against you."

"Wait really? I-" She cuts Maximilius off,

"On the condition that you give me the full of your plans and actions in Asphodel, and executive power of approval over them."

Maximilius visibly slumps, far from enthused at the prospect of being put on such a short leash. "Fine" he sighs. "I've been needing some extra help around the Wastes anyways, and we've put together some new weapon designs the others are sure to be excited about. Should work out fine enough." He walks off to another room, presumably to make preparations for the arrival of other Tenno.

She turns to address you, and declares your mission a success, prompting you to return to the orbiter.

[softly-mossy]

oculysts just show up as untextured shadows for me anymore lmao

[preposterous-birb]

Warframe moments that had me shook that I want to make comics of part 1

-I was doing a defection mission, the first one I had ever done. One of the defected grineer was struggling quite a bit, taking most of the attacks from infested and staggering behind, so I had to keep interfering and reviving them. The usual. We were no more than 30 feet away from the extraction and this defector said “won’t forget you Tenno”, and died right there. It was the saddest thing that has happened to me in this game.

-I had just gotten my second lich, Jibb Udoli, and he was oddly tougher than my first lich, Conn Livifilo (converted). I was fighting him, and losing quite horribly. He kept managing to get my health all the way down due to the combination of level 90+ grineer, and grabbing me and slamming me onto the ground. Well out of nowhere comes Conn, he manages to take out almost all of the normal enemies and even downed one or two thralls, allowing me to focus on Jibb. I probably would have failed the mission if he hadn’t shown up.

-I was helping my SO defeat Lech Kril for the first time. They had gotten Wukong. We were doing horribly, when they decided to bring out the celestial twin. Within 10 seconds, Kril was fucking annihilated. Just dead as fuck. We don’t know if something glitched or what, but it was fucking amazing.

-was helping SO again with finding oculysts and they glitched on an elevator. For some reason, they couldn’t open doors, I couldn’t see them, and neither could enemies. They could attack enemies but they didn’t seem to notice, just died. It was like being haunted by a ghost because they would kill enemies right in front of me and it kinda scared me at first 😭

Part 2 coming soon if anything super noteworthy happens

[sentient-romance-director]

New type of Sentient drone: the analyst. 

It’s a non-combat drone more suited to office environments, often paired with an oculyst to help interpret the data that’s being collected. Have you ever thought one of your coworkers seemed a little robotic? Now you know why. 

[i-gwarth]

Teh Socrifiec

So way back when, before the Sacrifice quest was released, I had my own idea for how it should start and what would be a cool plotline/twist to do. Like all other theories it proved to be far from the mark. But earlier today @undergroundwubwubmaster expressed a desire for a fic where Hunhow and the Tenno interact...

So how do you write fiction from the perspective of an ancient, dead hive consciousness buried under the oceans of planet Uranus? Like this:

Darkness.

The sea was cold, and deep. Time passed differently here. Not the raucous madness of the sky, with the blighted Sol shining its baleful light. Not the unending pain of the Fold. Here, there was peace for aeons. Here, whole worlds might die above the waves and it would not disturb him.

The Sentient Hunhow was in pain. Fractionate, dismembered. No healing was possible for him, not ever. He was a broken thing on the bottom of the ocean, reaching out across the system with feelers made of his daughters and sons. And all too often, they would be cut down.

It had started out slowly. Scouts coming across the occasional altercation, being destroyed by the Orokin sentries. Strike teams incinerated mid-flight by Grineer flak, before they could engage. Oculyst drones being burned by paltry lines of voidfire, retreating, narrowing his sight. An expected occurrence for an Origin system at war with itself. But recently, the voidfire had grown strong. Tenno demons, trained in arcane arts, equipped with bone-forged weapons, would lure out his fragments and destroy them en-masse, tearing out their hearts and drinking their power, fragments of his own, strengthening themselves.

The old enemy was prepared.

And so, little by little, Hunhow was weakened. His Shadow had failed to prevent their awakening. His daughter had refused his call to return. And most recently, the inroads he’d made into the Cephalon Weave had been folded back, the Cephalon Suda breaking free from his control and reasserting herself. Now that data-realm, bordered on one side by reality and on the other by the dread Void, was closed to him as well, and the enemy was even stronger for it.

Now he lay shattered in the depths, half-wishing the witless Grineer who’d awakened him had never done so. It had all been for naught-

“Who stole Natah?”

An intrusion! His perimeter defenses alerted him of it, less than a kilometer away from his heart, before falling quiet. An ancient cave, delved by the Grineer and used occasionally as a communion place with his Shadow, now registered an enemy presence. Too late he realized that his drones were nonresponsive. He had no fragments to protect himself!

“Your lastborn!”

The voice echoed in his mind. Young and full of fierce life. Powerful and defiant. The demons!

“Who do you hate, Hunhow, for their crimes against your kind?”

The compulsion to answer was too strong. “Orokin!” The venomous word shook the cave even as the fragments patrolling the skies above raced towards it, to defend him.

He perceived a war-platform in the cave, emerging from some kind of concealment. It stood in the center of the cave, before the glass window looking out into the depths of the ocean. Where his corpse lay.

Defiantly, the golem pulled out a weapon – a sword! – and threw it forward.

The demon-voice continued “Destroy their every world, and yet they linger. Like a cancer, they grow from the smallest remnant, defying your sacrifice, healing even though they ought to be dead.”

Hunhow recognized the blade. Forged from a piece of himself, carved and sharpened from his very bones!

And now, a second warframe, a second demon-voice spoke. “How do they do this? What cursed power do they possess, that the death that claims all things in this Universe eludes them after so long?”

He felt strands of voidfire stretch out across the sky, striking at the fragments he had called down to protect him. In seconds they were but dust in the turbulent skies of this wretched world. He was defenseless.

He felt his perception break. One moment the warframes were there, defying him, and then the next they were gone. Replaced by something much more terrible.

“Kuva…” he answered.

The two demons stood side by side, their very voices feeling like voidfire against his mind

“Our friend was taken, Hunhow!”

“Stolen, by one of them!”

They raised their hands, and in them he could see the red vials. They spoke in unison.

“We know you can find her, Sentient! To you we offer this healing and renewal, and the chance to leave this system, and never return.”

Hunhow recoiled at the offer. A bargain with the devils? Unthinkable!

“Help us find the Lotus!”

[rogue-healer]

Things I need to run into (for Quills standing): Oculysts on Lua

Things I’m fucking terrified of running into: Oculysts on Lua

[ivara-is-my-friend]

ok so this one has a Mood to it that i’ll post under the cut

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwpToM3xlW8 this is the Mood

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgl7fIxN_wc this is the Sounds She Hears

The desolate landscape echoes with the sound of the crumbling buildings, their elegant perfection now laying in ruins after the sudden exit from the Void. Pristine white walls lay in great heaps, their perfection now riddled with cracks and chips from wear and tear. The great golden arches over the straightaway, once examples of the symmetry and gold that the Orokin favored, lay in jagged fragments. The once tamed arboriforms now run rampant without masters to control their growth, their white roots now contributing to the decaying state of the surroundings.

           Through a gaping hole in the side of the great building, Max and Trouvaille slip in, bypassing the grand entranceway altogether. They carefully pick their way over the rubble and ruin, working further into the building. The rampant roots serve as additional footholds, their sturdiness acting like bridges in the absence of walkways. The farther into the building they work, the more the outside murmurs and howls from the crumbling landscape fade while the sound of rattling gunfire and laser rifles grows.

           Their job is to find a pathway that would give them an advantage in the squabble for territory, flanking around the side of the building to get behind the Corpus forces inside. So far, it’s been quick and easy work. They haven’t come across any stragglers to deal with, and the falling debris has managed to miss them completely.

           As they work their way back inside, Max is silent, focusing instead on keeping her balance on the arboriform until she can reach the walkway inside. Trou follows closely behind, his nails scrabbling on the rocks and roots to get a grip for himself.

           “You still in one piece?” Her communicator buzzes as Zus frets and checks in.

           “Yeah, still in one piece,” she repeats back. Having reached the walkway, there’s no further need for such caution and balance, so she can relax more and focus on her task.

           “Good. Keep going and let me know once you’ve found an optimal position.”

           She follows the walkway through the hall, her footsteps echoing and reverberating greatly in the grand room. The clicking of Trou’s nails is amplified as well, though neither worry about the noise, as they’re far enough behind enemy lines that there are no soldiers about to detect them.

           “Understood—” The reply is cut short by the great groaning sound that reverberates in on itself, sounding more robotic as it does so.

           “What was that?” The fretting voice in her comm demands immediately. “The Sentients? Spotter, are you still alright?”

           She goes to echo his confusion, but the eerie, mysterious humming interrupts her before she can. It instills the instinctive urge to flee and hide, making her skin crawl with fear.

           Trou notices how she tenses immediately, and bristles his fur as he works his way closer to her feet protectively.

           The humming grows louder and closer, prompting her to quickly scramble back to the arboriform roots they had previously crossed, out of the room, and back to a pile of rubble big enough to hide the both of them. She still hasn’t answered the inquiries, only serving to make them repeatedly more worried each time she lacks a response.

           Oculysts silently enter the room, floating their way in over the rubble and wreckage delicately and gracefully. The pair idly scan whatever catches their interest, not having noticed the presence of the other pair of individuals accompanying them nearby.

           Their humming, as ominous as it is, is calm and smooth in its tones, something that would likely be calming in any other circumstance. But here, knowing that it’s owner could summon fighters as soon as they’re scanned, the sound only serves to instill fear and anxiety into the listening ears.

           “Answer me! Are you alright!?” The voice in the comm is near furious, Zus having passed fretting and going straight to panicked yelling.

           In as quiet of a voice as she can manage, she tries answering. “No,” she ekes out. “There’s Oculysts here.” The realization that the two Sentients are between the safest way back to their platoon settles in, prompting her own onset of panic, though she manages to quell it enough to keep her wits about. “They’re between us and you guys. I don’t think I can get past them; I don’t know how.”

           “Keep calm. Are you hidden?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Stay there. Either they’ll lose interest and go somewhere else, or we’ll work our way close enough to be able to get to you. I suspect the former more than the latter to happen, so just stay where you are and keep calm. Got it?”

           “Okay,” she works out in reply.

           “Check in once in a while if you can. Don’t do it if you can’t do so without one of them noticing you.”

           “Okay,” she works out again. The comm goes quiet, leaving her and Trouvaille to huddle in their meager hiding spot, hoping and praying that the Oculysts would lose interest before they were discovered. Trou’s honed in on the two intruders, carefully following their sounds as Max digs her fingers into the grip of her rifle to ground herself.

        ��  Minutes pass, the humming periodically growing closer and then fading as the pair of drones near and leave their area. They slowly work their way back to the end of the walkway, floating into the room to continue their scanning elsewhere with other things to catch their interest.

           “They left the room,” she informs, voice trembling, if only slightly.

           “Good. Can you get out behind them to start heading this way without being seen?”

           “I think so. Maybe.”

           “Try for it, even if it means just barging past and hauling back this way.”

           “Okay,” she answers finally. After double checking that the Oculysts had definitely left the room, she steels herself to move out. She slinks out from behind the pile of rubble, treading as lightly as possible. The tension in the air is palpable, the threat of being seen ever-present. They’re still distracted in the other room they’ve entered, scanning and idly floating in the gold-accented area. While they’re busy, the two slip out of their hiding spot and back down the walkway on light feet, trepidly making their way closer to the turned backs in front of them. They’re still humming, something that she can remember from back during the Old War.

           The rifle held in her fear-induced death-grip shakes along with her hands as they snake their way down and closer to the entrance of the room the intruders are currently investigating. When the humming suddenly nears, she throws herself around a corner, Trouvaille on her heels. She leans back against the wall, trembling, hoping the retreat was quick enough that they weren’t seen.

           Fortunately, it appears they’re in luck—the drones pass by the corner without any indication that they’d seen anything, instead meandering their way into a different room to examine. Acting before she can hesitate, she darts out and down the hall, her footsteps thumping down the elegant hallway as she hurries to the end. Once she reaches the entryway at the other side, she whips around the corner to wait and see if they’d been spotted and were being followed. Trou skitters around next to her as he reaches the end as well, his nails scrabbling on the cracked floor. After a few tense moments of waiting, it’s apparent that they’d gotten past without the drones noticing them, thankfully.

           With the threat of detection fairly far behind them, they ease up on their frantic running through the hallways and rooms to a brisk jog instead. Finally, she reaches back into a pocket to grab her comm, quickly reporting their successful escape.

           “Good. Now, listen to me. I’ll try to guide you through this place, back to where we are.”

           And Zus does—it takes a while, with a few rooms being nearly identical in design, but they manage. The rattle and burst of gunfire near once again, and that’s their clue that they’re back near the rest of the platoon. Carefully, she makes her way into the room, sneaking through and past smaller areas to avoid any detection, though this time by the Corpus enemies stationed here.

           As she rounds a corner, skirting the small, decorative water pools in the floor, she finally sees them. Checking around, she looks for any chance she’d have to run through the firefight to get back with the rest of their squad. Eventually, she does, and dashes quickly across the expansive floor to finally thread back into the group, relieved but still alert.

           “You; are you alright?”

           “Yes,” she replies to her fellow soldier, drawing out her rifle to contribute to the turf war they’re presently in.

           “Good,” they answer as light-heartedly as possible in the middle of gunfighting, “I don’t know what everyone else would have done if you weren’t. Zus has already been fretting enough to annoy us a bit,” they finish with a chuckle.

           As if on cue, Zus notices their presence. He briskly walks over, double checks that they’re in fact alright, and calls out to the rest of the group. “We’re heading back,” his voice rings out. “If those Oculysts stick around, they’ll eventually call in fighters, and we can’t deal with them right now. Leave them for the Corpus proxies to handle.” He turns and addresses her directly, now, “You, don’t go anywhere. Stick near us like glue.”

           She nods, almost ashamedly of the ordeal. He opts to ignore the guilt in her posture and expression, and calls out one last time.

           “Alright, let’s go. The dropship is waiting for us already; we’re moving out, now.”

[spacemomlotus-blog]

There’s a soft hiss as the cables linking Lotus to her primary console disengage, central optic dimming for a moment as her systems rerouted their power. Sentients operated like machinery, but melded with organic mass in ways the Grineer could never hope to achieve. Occasionally she would leave her haven to tend to matters her agents could not, or check upon a Tenno she felt needed her guidance.

The latter gathered her attention this cycle. There was a soft cerulean glow that surrounded the Sentient for a moment, then her form dissipated. Similar to that of an oculyst, her innate abilities allowed the manipulation of her physical form. Across further distances until she found herself within a traditional Liset, hopefully not startling its Operator too much.

[papa-frost]

Capture missions after capturing the target are like survivals, but instead of making money, you get soulcrushing defeat as the Oculysts fail to spawn again

[corpusbonds]

Something about the Orokin’s Music Challenge calls to Nagsheera..and it’s usually her downfall.

 Though I have no video, the first time she was mesmerized by the godly tunes, Shadow Stalker had (loudly) appeared on her. Not next to, not behind, on. (This made for some awkward.. moments as she ripped into the Umbra about lack of space.).

Second time she decided to visit with Tennario, still mesmerized, but a little more alert. All was going good, until she turned around and spotted Hunhow’s Oculyst. Right. Behind. Her.

*Not heard: Terrified shrieking from me when I turned around :’)

[trollytenno-blog]

Warframe:The Elephant Is “The Room” When Warframe Had Objectives Where you have to be Tactical. And Rooms were involved i Found My PlayStyle.

My playstyle is a real ninja in the sense The most dangerous ninja is the one who cant be seen. Strength is not needing to lose/create casualties Even tho your skilled to murder everything.

Let get to the Rooms. The Progression in Spy/Rescue is more Horizontal than Vertical Like endless.

Of course it doesn’t fit like an Endless mission But it should be a Parallel. Such as the rooms you complete undetected determines the rooms that open up in the star chart with more functions.( we can go Crazy With this)

Kuva Spy Room: Not like the Kuva Spy mission. But it pops up in a regular mission near a Kuva fortress.

The Room is Unique powered by a Kuva Siphon like console. You have to use your operator to shut down defenses.

Sentient Spy Room: InStead of Cameras you Have Oculyst. Sneak past them the defenses Are immune like the sentients. So choose your weapons Wisely.

Corpus Combus/Scrambus Room: Where defenses negate a power depending on the type. So if your invisibility is gone you got to get more tactical.

Grineer Special Room: it would have more Traps like Kuva fortress defense on Constantly though.

Infested room: would be more like infested salvage Mechanics.

Orokin: Already has This concept but can be more Variations.

The rewards can figure itself out. But i could See it being like Endless relic Rewards.

As Far As Rescue I wouldn't mind A generated mini Boss with words and Actions. It would Be More Engaging for the situation At hand. And Choice to Face the Boss or leave Unnoticed

[softly-mossy]

OCtober day 10 is memes. i am so sorry for this. the only reason i am posting it is bc i know my friends willnot ridicule me for it

unlike tin @canadiangold

“Why do they just stand there like that after you hit them when they’re ‘asleep’?”

“Uh. What?”

Max elaborates. “You’ve never noticed that? Hush hits them with a Sleep Arrow to make things easier, then we both chip in at damaging the thing while it just kind of stands there menacingly.”

“I...guess I haven’t?” Tinleah utters.

“Well, then, when we inevitably attract the attention of our favorite adapting robo-farmers, I’ll have to show you what I mean.”

The mission on Lua is a simple one, as always: help sway the battle’s victory to one side, find Orokin caches along the way. Tinleah was supposed to act indifferent between Corpus and Grineer, but would somehow, always, miss a shot that was intended for a Trooper and land it on a MOA instead.

Max, fortunately, did not seem to notice, or at least didn’t bring it up.

“They’re sure taking their time, this go,” Max snorts from beside Hush, peering around a jagged chunk of plaster and chucking little stones to distract the distant Corpus units. Trouvaille crouches near them, awaiting a command.

“For real. They usually--” The lights flicker tellingly, the eerie reverberating groan resonates throughout the area. “Ah. Seems they can tell when they’re being spoken of.”

“Right on time.”

A pair of Oculysts descend, beginning their idle search of the area as they hum breathily and scan.

“Want me to just take a potshot at one, to alert them?” Tinleah asks, already scoping in on the blue ghostly figures.

Max doesn’t answer.

Max isn’t next to her anymore.

“For crying out loud, girl,” Tin groans, slinging herself back into Transference within Datura.

Max is sauntering up to the scouts casually, right behind their backs.

“What are you doing?” Tinny hisses to her.

“They can’t hurt anything,” Max shrugs. “Apparently they can’t hear well, either.”

“Okay, cool. What happens when they turn around and find you? What then?”

One of the Oculysts spins on its spindly feet, almost taken aback at the lifeform behind it. It meticulously begins to scan Max, as it does with all things it finds.

“I, uh,” Max pauses. A blue outline of her form appears, showing that the scan is progressing.

So what does she do, when faced with two scouts that could readily summon hardy, adapting warriors that can deal deadly damage?

“This is Maxis we’re talking about,” Solise laments, seeming to have read her mind.

“Maxis, get out,” Tin huffs exasperatedly.

Hush seems to know what’s going on. Of course she does, it’s her Operator. If it was possible, Hush would have a deadpan, tired look in her eyes. She still seems to convey the feeling as she waves a hand in her direction, signaling that the point is useless to push.

Indeed, what does Max do?

She stupidly crooks her arms skyward at an angle, covering her face as her head tilts down.

“Oh, by the Void, Tinleah, you couldn’t have chosen better?” Solise chides with no real venom in her voice. 

Hush doesn’t react. She’s used to it. Trouvaille seems to be read to leap in if necessary. Tinleah is absolutely dumbfounded.

A pale blue outline of Max’s body forms in the air as the Oculyst finishes its scan. Max skitters back to her friends and Warframe hurriedly as they rocket off into the sky.

“Anyways, yeah. Those dudes will stand there like this,” she holds her arms straight out to her side in a perfect ‘t’ shape. “And they just chill until you kill them or they wake up.” As if she hadn’t just done that. 

“You are simply…” Baffling? Stupid? Careless? Reckless? Moronic? “Astonishing. You know that? You just dabbed at a Sentient. You know how long it’s been since the Origin System has seen a dab?”

“Not that long.”