B L A C K F R A M E

Bodies of various Corpus soldiers laid about the area, as shaky hands turned plates to make circuits. A ring of flame surrounded the single point where the Ember stood, protecting her from all foot soldiers that may have had the gall to pass. She needed the information inside, but her hacking was poor, and she needed to get out as quickly as she could. Even her companion kubrow was getting antsy, pacing back and forth and growling occasionally.

She muttered curses under her breath, neuroptics darting back and forth between circuit tiles. She’d been here too long, and the Arbiters needed this information, for whatever reason. The thrumming in her ears protected her from the softest footsteps behind her, but barking broke through, and made the Ember turn sharply on her heel.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, fingers twitching nervously, the ring around her flaring with her alarm.

He studied the tactics and powers of most Warframes. There was a reason he picked his current Frame after all. To counter other Frames with traps and the his own knowledge but there were a few who were still outside of his own power range, even with all of his planning. One of those Frames was Ember. With a heat output that would light him a blaze before he could toss out a mine or trap, Embers were always dangerous to fight up close, even in his mastered operator form.

On the opposite side of the ship, Korah was guarding a cash of items and rare minerals she planned to give to the Ostrons on Cetus as soon as she had taken the bridge. But the bridge had to wait as her Cephalon pointed out an energy spike on the other end of the ship. Curiosity was apparent in his voice, but even as she took off in the direction, he warned her to take caution. As her Nova Prime frame ran down the halls and up an elevator, she came to something that an infested charger could only love. Caution was taken in force, as she followed the trail of carnage. She recognized these uniforms, they were of civilians, so perhaps the infested were on board. However, what she saw next almost made her blood boil.

An innocent Corpus child, pressed against the wall in fear and in tears as a black and golden Warframe threatened to take their life. In an act to save the innocent, Corpus or not, she launched an antimatter drop at the Warframe’s shoulder, high enough to make him stumble backwards, and to keep the child out of the blast radius. Even if it hit or not, Korah popped out of her frame to confront them.

“Hey, what’s the big deal!? They’re a civilian, can’t you see?!”

Another second more and it would have been done but he was interrupted by the sound of antimatter shooting towards him in his audio processors. A quickened roll to his right side barely was enough to dodge the other’s attack and focusing his optics on the Frame behind him. A Nova, most likely a Prime. Fighting a Nova in close combat like this was a death sentience but fortune did smile upon him the very second she removed herself from her Warframe to chew him out. The tactics of a child who thought themselves invincible.

She had no idea how right she was. X couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent night of sleep. The artificial stimulants running through his veins and his own personal drive and ideals were the only things keeping him on his feet. Fighting a war on multiple fronts against endless sides would make any man tired. Lucky for him, he wasn’t just any man. He was a Tenno with a vision. A system without conflict from the old war. Something worth not sleeping for.

     It was true, maybe Nicor even FANTASIZED Natah as Margulis as was intended for the ENTIRE time; a memory to CLING to after the SLAUGHTER began, most likely KNOWING his difference beyond the rest of the children whom were SAVED. Nicor’s lower lip CAVED in under fanged teeth.  Under the eye fold did his SHUT, head leaning to the left.                           — “ I guess it’s just harder for some of us to let go. ”

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