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D-218 grumbled to himself as he hid ducked behind a pillar, wincing at the highly accurate staccato of bullets that would have embedded themselves in his face. He hated going up against the Tenno; it seemed every mission away from their home planet met with disaster because of the scum.
Not far away he saw an entire row of his fellow soldiers fall to the skilled warrior leading the Corpus lines, then they went past.
Why did the commanders never offer more rewards? The Corpus always had the Tenno assisting them in skirmishes because they parted with just a few more credits.
Shaking his head, he leaned out and managed to shoot down several wounded crewmen lagging behind, then slowly made his way closer to the rear of the procession. He was shot a few times, but managed to kill a fair amount of enemies before the Tenno spun on a foot and began sprinting for him.
He barely had time to think before a vicious rending strike tore out most of the augments in his legs, and he was knocked back, unable to walk with her scythe sweeping for his head.
Suddenly she stopped. “Join us.” she said. “And I won't kill you the next time I see you.”
He looked at the sigil angled on her left shoulder and chest. The Steel Meridian?
“'Ow'd'ju know i's me.” he chuckled until she dug her scythe into his cheek and carved a quick X.
“This way.” she said simply. “I'll expect to see you among our members when I next visit the syndicate outposts.”
He hissed in agony, but was astonished when she walked off. The lancer was tempted to pick up his rifle, but she had already kicked it away. Her scythe had effectively ruined his pistol in the same slash that had rendered his legs useless, so he had no projectiles.
He swore, but crawled forward. If he could kill the Tenno, he'd be at least a commander. He needed to be able to salvage this; he needed better augments and a safer position.
D-218 had just grasped his rifle and smirked to himself when he twisted to view the straight path she had taken. The Tenno had been walking; she wouldn't be out of sight yet.
Then he stopped, noticing the shadow behind him.
“I forgot.” she said, gesturing and knocking the gun out of his hand nonchalantly. “How would you join us without transportation? You don't have your own ship; you're just a soldier. You can't exactly ask your superiors for a ride, either. I'll bring you with me.”
He could almost hear the smile in her voice.
Driving her scythe into his rifle with a flourish, she bent and picked up his torso, then carried him over to a platform before a sleek ship pulled up. Stepping into the groove meant for her, it rotated around and left them viewing the inside of the ship.
Then the vehicle leveled, and she deposited him beside a kubrow, which growled instantly.
“Not this one, Einarr.” she said evenly before moving into a higher area, leaving him alone with an animal that the Grineer had killed just as many times as they had been killed by them.
The kubrow knew this, of course. Its yellow eyes glinted as it snapped in his direction, then growled until he looked away. When D-218 glanced back after several minutes, it was lying on its own station, one eye open and watching him with its teeth bared.
“Good news, Grineer.” the Tenno said, the ramp lowering as she slid down. “The syndicate will take you.”
“Nev'r 'greed to'it.” he growled.
“My apologies. I'll bring you back to your base where you can go without the treatment for your many genetic drawbacks and die in a few years, if not sooner because of run-ins with Tenno or Corpus.” she sighed. “Who would want better augments for free, anyway?”
D-218 paused. “P'raps I'll taggit.” he muttered out of the side of his mouth.
“A wise decision.” she said in amusement, and made a small sound. Had she laughed at him?
“I can lift you with my abilities.” she continued, giving him no time to dwell on his indignation at the circumstance. “And I'm sure they can whip up some new legs for you in no time. The leader is tough as steel and just as cold on the outside, but she'll take care of you if you're loyal.”
He had rumours of course, but never imagined he would willingly associate with a traitor without a gun in his hand to shoot them. He was still Grineer, after all. But the complimentary augments did sound inviting. Who didn't want to live longer?
D-218 said nothing as part of the floor slid back to reveal the same traced depression of her frame, and she lifted him from across the space. He slowly floated into her arms, and they spun around to step onto the docking stations outside the relay.
Two Tenno pacing with rifles in their hands paused to view the strange sight of a Mag supporting a floating Grineer lancer with no legs, then followed the pair to the energy barriers.
“Who is the lancer, Mag?” another Tenno waiting for them asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
“A new recruit for the Steel Meridian.” she answered. “If you need approval, you can contact them.”
“No need.” the male smirked beneath his helm, studying the clone with amused interest. “Must have been a hard choice, eh, needle fodder?”
The sound of laughter echoed from the other guards and customs officers as the Mag dipped her head and resumed moving him along.
He gritted his teeth once they rounded the corner. What he wouldn't give for a good-
“My apologies, Grineer.” she said slowly. “I'm sure they didn't mean it.”
The silence that ensued said both knew otherwise, but no contradiction came.
He noticed she took a side path instead of moving through the common area, however, and avoided the sight of other Tenno when possible.
Perhaps not all Tenno were so bad.
“If you do not want to, I can bring you back.” she said suddenly in a quieter voice. “I realize that I didn't give you much of a choice.”
She stopped. “Do you want me to?”
He paused, then shook his head.
She said nothing, and continued on. He couldn't tell if she was smiling or frowning because of her helmet, and the uncertainty made him frustrated.
It wasn't long before they had reached the personal chamber for the syndicate, and there was already a prosthetics station waiting with two new legs loaded in.
She deposited him on the flat surface as several other Grineer watched one of their syndicate tear off the scraps of his ruined legs, and then activate the machine.
Within several minutes he could walk again.
“I shall perhaps see you on the battlefield, lancer.” she said lightly, then dipped her head politely to the assembled Grineer and left silently.
“Never heard of a Tenno sparing any on a mission.” the clone beside him grunted in their broken language.
D-218 got to his feet, then was bombarded with a multitude of explanation and plans to fit him for new armour and augments and orders and-
He let himself glance back at the doors and stop listening for a moment.
