So an average-ok idea came into my head.
i will now test this idea.
inform me of your reception of this idea.
A mechanical-sounding, digital voice rung through a landing craft in the far reaches of our Origin system.
It did not sound well. Rather, it was filled with panic.
"Operator! The vessel is pulling us in together with it through the void!"
A Cephalon owned the worried voice, which conveyed emotion far better than most current-day A.I, held anxiety at the scene outside the Liset lander.
For context, a Tenno ventured to the outer edges of the system for a very specific Orokin construction. The Tenno and the Cephalon searched, for a ship clouded with void energy so thick, that no one had been able to find it
But now that they did, the vessel's pilot seemed to want to retreat to deep-space via void portal, which seethed yellow energy from it's massive entry point.
It seemed very similar to the Wormhole cast by a Nova Warframe. But the energy was circular, and what would have been a flaying line of directional transportation was instead a massive straight beam of energy pointing dead ahead, opposite the center of the Origin system.
And the wormhole was yanking the Liset and it's inhabitants into it, without allowing any form of stability.
"Operator, we're going to crash with the super-vessel at this rate -fire missiles !"
"Attempting escape."
"Failed, for the sixth time!"
The owner of the ship, from further back of the Liset, began to talk through it. She was grunting against the gravitational pull, which was a strange thing to be feeling on the lander.
"Ordis! We haven't got any other choices."
"Lock down all compartments... Stasis, mods, arsenals, all of it!"
A prompt reply from the Cephalon. Yet a question remained within it's data-bank.
"What about -"
"Yourself as well, just make sure we're ready for impact if it comes to." The operator continued in thought. "We have no idea what's on the other side, so restart our systems as soon as you can! And..."
"Just get ready for impact."
"Affirmitive, operator." The inside of the Liset was filled with blaring red lights that only occurred once since awakening from deep stasis, along with a repeated alarm.
Several attempts to break influence of the gravitational pull generated from either the Orokin ship, or the wormhole itself, brought no use to the effort of escaping it, the attraction was too strong.
The massive Orokin Warship, leagues larger than any tower filled with drones, fled through the even larger entry point of the warp gate, with a tiny little ant of a vessel trailing through alongside the intricate gold - white designs at a dangerous distance as it was forced through the gateway with the super-vessel.
Students of an institute of learning, especially one such as the specified, would naturally feel gratitude at the arrival of the weekend. Yet, at least one student, felt otherwise.
"Yuck."
Beacon Academy, a major institute of learning.
"Up! Now! It's already eleven and you're still in bed."
"Yuck. Bleh - no my blanket!"
"Weiss, it's -agh- so..."
"...cold..."
The youngest feigned a death upon exposure to the colder air.
The other re-located the treasured object to a location that is out of reach of the younger's position.
"Young, and wise, was the girl. It was truly a shame her passing was of this time."
"Get up, it's no good to still be in bed at this time."
"But Blake does it."
"No excuses, now get dressed. Yang wants us to go see something just outside the school."
"Yang? Can't it wait?" Even if the youngest was not able to visually acquire her partner's facials, it could still be felt along herself.
"F-iiiiine"
inform me of your reception of this idea-made-text.