#operator nero

19 //  (<< read from the beginning)

He dreams.

It's what the Tenno do best, after all.

Two long tracks trail behind him, soft lines scored across featureless grey sand, curving away as far as he can see. A flat plain extends beyond these tracks, the sky overhead is a flat, muted non-colour, distinguishable from the gray of the landscape only in the way it shifts and subtly changes.

8 // << read from the beginning

The rifle itself is unremarkable, nothing more than a retooled Vulkar. The Queen’s sniper has one shot, from where she’s hidden herself away above the burial grounds, where the traitor—the blasphemous filth—Cressa Tal has told her to wait. But her sights are not fixed upon the burial ground, and instead her scope tracks across the opposite shore of the lake. She doesn’t have to wait long. The reports that have trickled back to the Kuva Fortress from Tusk troops on the ground in the Plains of Eidolon are true—and she watches, as the Tenno, the real Tenno—materializes on the lakeshore.

Weapons of Orokin origin are all the more beautiful when held in Grineer hands, because the beauty of what is true and pure stands out sharply against what is ugly and corrupt.