#tempestkels

I recently dove back into warframe hell...  So here is my main-frame ;>

[ Closed starter for @tempestkels ]

Europa, the smallest of Jupiter’s four Galilean moons, now the scene of a sprawling, nearly silent graveyard of destroyed and scuttled corpus warships.  Alad had sent out a select handful of his most loyal crewman to that forsaken sphere of ice, commanding them to scout the perimeter of one fallen ship in particular-- That of his old Capital ship, a grand Corpus Obelisk, now so ruined and devastated that it would never again taste flight.

The financial losses of such an event should be enough to put a ding in any Corpus’ account, but for Alad in his prime, it was a mere trifle. Losses had been recouped, damages dually healed, and a replacement ship already in the process of being constructed. But there was something he couldn’t replace-- Something he couldn’t afford to lose, something still inside the wreck he could never trust in the hands of a bumbling employee.

That was why Alad had come to Europa, why he himself would push past the bitter, icy winds that stung and singed-- Something irreplaceable, something that only he could know of and seek out. He trusted this with nobody...

Nobody except his beloved Zanuka, his proxy, the only being in this solar system he knew he could trust. After all, it was he that created her, molded her into what she was. 

His.

The two of them, alone, made their way through hallways of bent metal, past great spears of ice that impaled and dripped from the residual heat of the destroyed fusion core, heading for the command module. 

Many Tenno seemed to be in the same boat upon awakening from cryo-stasis. Knowing nothing and only following the voice of the Lotus as their sole purpose of existing. No past or memory to plague your thoughts when you’re too busy tearing through flesh and metal in the name of justice and righteousness. 

Voxx normally found herself alone in the Origin System however, no matter how many Tenno there seemed to be. She was always by herself in her missions. Not that she minded of course, she could hold her own in a fight. Especially against Corpus. Grineer and Infested not so much, but at least she could strip Grineer of their primitive armor and Corpus of their simple shield technology. 

She glided and slid through the air, her movements quite majestic and gentle for a cold blooded killer. Popping off Corpus helmets and heads left and right. Disabling enemy robots where they stood. However, the Mag Prime paused for a moment, staring at the softly glowing lights of a MOA locker.

She then proceeded to look behind herself at the ten Shockwave MOAs that followed.

Oh well, one more couldn’t hurt.

Quickly hacking the MOA locker, another large orange proxy was dropped out, gathering itself and looking at Voxx like she lead them, which she did. Use the Corpus’s technology against them. However, she froze upon hearing the sounds of vents moving and the soft ‘thump’ of body meeting ground. She looked over to see another Warframe who had dropped from the ceiling, clearly here to help sweep the Corpus ship and exterminate all who’s in it. Well, this is the first time someone’s actually came to join her, for once. However that still didn’t stop the underlying embarrassment of, well, being caught dilly-dallying and gathering an army of bird robots.

Was sitting in the middle of a field with his Helminth Charger and ignoring the fact that he had shit to do a bad thing? All he wanted was some peace for once and to simply relax instead of running himself ragged with his orders. At least, when he bothered to actually go on missions, as he was rather.... rebellious, to say the least, and he didn’t like being under the Lotus’ thumb, hologram or not.