Beginnings

Today was her very first day out of training. For most, this would be an exciting, if not monumental moment of their lives, but for Cordi, a young, bashful, and overall, unconfident Nova user, this was downright terrifying. Not only did she have very little, if any, real combat experience, but she knew very little people and those she did know, she had no way of contacting. This left her at a dilemma. Should she seek out a clan willing to take her? Or should she traverse the Origin System alone, until she found some people that would let her tag along? Unfortunately, Cordi liked none of these decisions, because both meant having to speak up or draw attention to herself, which, by no means, was her strong suit or within her comfort zone.

To say Cordi was incapable of fighting would be a rude and preposterous assumption. Cordi could easily handle herself in a fight. What mainly concerned her was what her peers may think of her prowess, be it too eager, not eager enough, too slow, too fast, etcetera. Cordi feared she would humiliate herself in the field in front of both her enemies and allies, which would ruin her standing, which even though almost nobody knew her name, she felt that it was precious and that she had to maintain it with utmost caution.

As all of these thoughts went rushing through her head, paying little heed to anything else as water does rocks, a rather curious set of purple eyes had caught sight of the introverted greenhorn, and felt that further investigation was a necessity.

Zora, an Ivara user, accustomed to the life of a real Tenno warrior little more than the source of her curiosity was, found the pondering Nova user to be an interesting spectacle. Not to say interesting Tenno were not uncommon within the Relays, Zora could easily find many interesting Tenno to talk to almost daily on her trips to the Relays. Be it to visit Baro Ki'Teer to look at his many exotic wares, or to relax between missions, Zora has never left the Relay dissatisfied by the people she met, and she was not about to break that streak.

Quietly, Zora approaches the silent Nova, smoothly weaving her way through the crowd while keeping Cordi in her gaze. The young lady was rather short and her whole appearance screamed introvert. Her blonde hair went down to the bottom of her neck, which, thankfully, did not clash with her white and gray Warframe. When she came within speaking distance of the silent Tenno, she was briefly confused by the fact that the woman had not yet noticed her, despite her attempts at making her approach, albeit being silent, known.

"Hello..?" She spoke in a tone that she believed was perfectly audible, but in truth, was very quiet. Unsurprisingly, Zora was unheard. In a second attempt, Zora moved a little more into her curiosity's line of sight.

"Um, hello..." Cordi, shocked by the stranger's sudden appearance, jumped in her seat considerably upon realizing she was being spoken to.

"Oh! Uh, hi. S-Sorry if I didn't notice you, I was deep in thought." This made Zora even more curious. What was she thinking about? How could it be so interesting that she hadn't noticed Zora approach and even greet her? Would she be willing to talk about it?

Having already learned the punishment for prying too much the hard way, Zora decided to keep these questions to herself until later, possibly when the timid lady felt more comfortable. Instead, Zora decided to start with names.

"I've never seen you here before. My name's Zora. What's yours?" The bashful Nova looks blankly at Zora for a moment, unsure of what to say, and internally scrambling for something to say

"C-Cordi. Nice to meet you. I-I'm new, that's why you've never seen me here. Today's my, uh... my first day." Cordi replied, quite obviously nervous. This was the first Tenno she had met that had battles under her belt, if she messed up and made herself look bad, it might as well have been the end of the world for her.

Zora's eyes fluttered a bit in surprise, she did not expect to see another greenhorn so soon after Zora herself left her training grounds barely weeks ago. This made her feel good, not only because she now had someone to relate with, but she knew that this would make Cordi feel slightly more comfortable, too, making it easier to befriend her. Zora enjoyed befriending introverts. It was reasonably challenging, and they usually have a much more interesting view of things than extroverts. Not to say Zora thought extroverts were boring, quite the contrary, actually. Some of her favourite people were extroverts.

"Really? Me too! I only arrived here a couple of weeks ago. Would you like me to show you around? There are a lot of interesting places here. Some crowded, some not." Lots of stress disappeared from Cordi's expression at that point. It was so good to know she wasn't the only one in the Relay with only half a clue, and that's being generous, of what to do or where to go. Excitedly, she nodded, eager to learn the best places to have some time to herself, and to overall know the place, and this rather peculiar woman a little better.

"I'd love that. Lead the way, Zora." Each of Zora's steps had a small bounce to them as she began her little tour. Once she led Cordi to the center of the main room, just behind the statue, she gestures to the back-right corner of the landing.

"This is where Baro Ki'Teer stops by every two weeks. He's got a lot of interesting things from the Void. A lot of people think he's ripping people off, but I honestly think they're worth every credit. He's rather nice to talk to, as well." She pauses, almost as if she were done talking, but quickly remembers something. "If you've bought something from him, of course. He doesn't like chatting if you're not going to buy anything." Satisfied with the information she gave, Zora gives Cordi an opportunity to ask questions. When she is met with silence, she takes it as a signal to move on, so she does.

Next, they arrive at a cross section of a hallway, going forward to two elevators, two doors past them, and two other hallways that branch off in two opposite directions

"If you go forward, those two doors lead to Teshin's little Zen room, where you can talk about the Conclave with him. The other door leads to a Navigation console so you can plan out missions while you're here. If you go up the elevator, you can find Darvo's shop and Simaris' Sanctuary."

Quite frankly, Cordi had no idea who most of those names belonged to. All besides Teshin, of course, who was widely known as the founder of the Conclave, but his name was the only name she recognized.

"Who are Darvo and Simaris? I haven't heard of them before." Cordi tilted her head only slightly, but enough that someone as sharp-eyed as Zora could easily detect the movement.

"Oh, Darvo is a Corpus black marketer who does most of his business with Tenno, and Simaris is a Cephelon that looks after his Sanctuary, where he keeps... some sort of digital copy of lifeforms scanned by Tenno on the field. I'm not sure how it works. He has some very interesting views on things, though; you should give him a visit sometime."

Just as she did the first time, Zora remained silent, allowing Cordi an opportunity to ask any more questions. When she doesn't, Zora moved on through the hallway on their left, showing her new friend-to-be the numerous doors to the Syndicate rooms.

"The Syndicates don't want much to do with new warriors like us. They normally talk to Tenno who have made more of a name for themselves. They don't need to be famous; they just need to know a lot about what they're doing. I haven't been able to join one yet, but Cephelon Suda sounds like a very interesting Cephelon to talk to."

The two continued through the Syndicate Halls while Zora explained all of the Syndicates' goals. Cordi listened attentively and silently, merely nodding as she absorbed this information like a sponge does water. Once Zora had showed her friend-to-be the Syndicates, she decided to move on to the more hidden areas of the Relay, starting with one of her favourites, a platform high above the statue in the central landing. With little difficulty, both women make it up to the hidden place. Despite being out of site, a couple reserved-looking Tenno are also here, most likely thinking to themselves.

"This is my favourite place. It isn't too crowded here, but it isn't empty. I like to come here to think or chat with people who are willing. Speaking of which, I'm surprised Otho isn't here. Normally he'd be sitting right there." The quiet woman points to a small pillar, no one sits on top of it.

"Maybe he's on a mission." Cordi suggested, only looking briefly at the vacant pillar before looking back at the Ivara user, who nods slightly.

"Probably." Zora realizes this is a good spot to stop for a moment and get to know Cordi a little better. "Would you like to sit down and chat?"

Cordi beams a rather sweet look towards Zora as she nods. "Sure." Seating herself in front of one of the vacant pillars, Cordi tucks her knees in slightly and wraps her arms around her legs. "Well, you already know that I've just got here from training. I'm actually rather nervous." Cordi shifts her eyes down, away from Zora's as she finishes her sentence.

"Oh, don't be. Everyone is very nice here. You shouldn't have much of a problem since you passed training. Although some people just don't like talking at all. They're easy to spot. They look like they've lost things."

There was a brief pause as Cordi pondered what she meant. It didn't take long to realize she was referring to many of the battle-hardened Tenno, specifically ones who have lost friends in battle. Cordi tries to change the subject. "I'll keep that in mind. Where are you from?" Cordi tilts her head towards Zora as she asks her, genuinely curious as to where such an observant woman was raised.

"I'm from Kronia Relay. It was a little rougher there than here at Larunda, but it was better than living on a planet. I've heard conditions are relentless down there. I can't say I come from a family of warriors, but I felt, sort of a calling towards this life. I can say honestly I'm enjoying it so far. What about you? Where are you from?"

It made sense to Cordi that observation was a vital skill for the life of someone growing up in Kronia Relay. Larunda being the most populated Relay, there aren't many Tenno warriors in Kronia, meaning average Tenno security is the only thing between criminals and their goals. To top it all off, security is spread thin there.

"I'm from one of the minor Relays. It's, well, gone now. That's what made me want to become a warrior, to make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else. I liked my time in the training grounds, and I had a couple of good friends, but we went separate ways."

Zora changed her expression as Cordi told her these things, each expression an acceptable reaction to each bit of information. She tilts her head, and blows some of her dark hair out of her face when it gets in her eyes.

"Are you looking for a clan to join? The clan I'm in is recruiting. I think you'd make a good addition." She asks this with a hopeful expression on her face.

Cordi was excited by this. Finally she would have the opportunity to meet people who would help her in missions and to improve her skills.

"I would love to join! I've been looking for a clan that would be willing to take me in for most of the day." This, of course, was a lie. Not a harmful lie, but a lie, nonetheless, she actually spent most of the day sitting where she was, worrying about her reputation and what would happen to it if she did something.

Zora beams a rather mild, but nonetheless cheerful smile at Cordi. "That's great! I can take you there now, if you want. I'll need to talk to the leader, and then she'll have to take a look at you, but I'm sure she'll let you in, the clan's always willing to recruit anyone looking to join."

"Sounds good! Let's go." Cordi stood, barely containing her excitement. Zora stood after and lead the way. When they made it to their Lisets, they immediately set course to the clan's dojo, Zora of course leading her new friend through space.


When they arrived, Cordi marveled at the sheer scale of the dojo. The ceiling laid well above her, and the room itself was massive, filled with crowds of Tenno who were talking to one another, preparing for a mission, or simply going to another room. She followed Zora through the Grand Hall as she took Cordi to a smaller room, where a rather tall woman stood at a large table with two other Tenno on either side. Before speaking, Zora waited for the woman to move her attention to the two of them. It took a while, and the conversation could easily be heard.

"With all due respect, Elpis, I don't think you're giving Magnus enough credit. He's fully capable of wiping out bases of that scale. He's done it before." The helmeted Oberon user to the woman's left said. His voice was deep and could turn iron to gold.

"Yes, but I don't think he's capable of doing that before he's even landed. I just got off comms with him and he told me he's still on his way there. There might be something else going on over there." The Oberon looked like he was about to respond, but he noticed the two who have just entered.

"You have visitors, Commander."

The tall, short-haired woman looked up from whatever was on the table, probably displays of different information. "Hm? Oh, is there something you need?" The woman seemed rather disinterested in the two, but nonetheless respectful.

"I've found a recruit you might be interested in, Commander. She's new, like me, but she's got potential, Ma'am." Zora's attitude changed dramatically around these people. Rather than the soft, mild expression that she wore in Larunda, her face wore a rather serious and hardened one, and her quiet, barely audible voice was much louder and clearer. Noticing this change, Cordi decides that following suit would be the best course of action.

The woman that Cordi could only guess was named Elpis raises an eyebrow as she seems to scan her entire person with her eyes in such a fashion that made Cordi rather nervous and uncomfortably aware of her overall appearance.

"Really? Well, let's test her mettle then. Baldomar, take them to the testing grounds; we'll see if she's got what it takes. I wish I could join you, but this, anomaly, requires my attention." The helmeted Oberon, whose name was Baldomar, nods as he walks towards the two.

"Of course, Commander." After walking past them he gestures to the noobies to follow him. Baldomar takes them to a sizeable room, mostly empty, save for a large bell at the very back of the room. The grey and gold Oberon stand at the far end of lowered section of the room, most likely where the fighting happens.

"Firstly, I require your name." Were the only words that left the paladin's mouth as he collected two wooden Bo staves, not even close to being lethal.

"C-Cordi, sir." She internally cursed at herself for stuttering.

"Sir?" The figure chuckled as he tossed one of the staves towards Cordi. "You need not call me that. You may call me Baldomar."

"Yes s- er, Baldomar." Cordi caught the staff with little difficulty and held it passively.

"That's more like it. If you decide to stay with us, Cordi, you will be seeing me often, for I train the recruits. I do believe we will get along fine." Baldomar held his staff with one hand, planting one end of it into the ground.

"Whenever you are ready, Zora, you may strike the bell." Cordi's helmet surrounded her head, protecting it from any harmful blows.

When the bell was struck, Baldomar sprung into action immediately, leaping forwards in an attempt to overwhelm her with sudden strikes and movements. Thankfully, Cordi was one the most attentive of her class, so she quickly relocated herself behind Baldomar as he landed, and attempted to hit him in the back. This attack, of course, was easily parried by the more than experienced paladin, who quickly commenced a counter-offensive, unleashing a flurry of blows towards Cordi, most of which were parried by the sharp greenhorn, although she was not prepared for a leg-sweep which nearly knocked her off her feet. Just barely regaining her balance, Cordi already knew that she has very little time to prepare herself for the paladin's next strike. When she fully recovered from the sweep, she is met by a rather solid piece of wood flying towards her face, which she does not parry in time, and is knocked to the floor.

When Cordi regained her focus, she saw Baldomar reaching his hand toward her in an offer to help. She took it with gratitude and with the help of the paladin, stood up, but not so quickly as to send her senses into a jumble.

"You fought well, Cordi. I did not expect you to react so quickly to my lunge, or my strikes." His helmet did not do a good job at expressing how impressed Baldomar sounded. "You needn't worry that you lost; that is normal, it is that you held your own so well is what impresses me. I will be sure to tell the Commander of your admirable talent when she is no longer occupied. Until then, you may feel free to wander and make yourself at home. I feel confident that the Commander will see your value." Baldomar bowed slightly to Cordi, which was returned with a deeper bow from her.

"Thank you, Baldomar." Cordi's helmet recedes back into her Warframe, her face is flushed red from the fight.

When they left the room, Zora gave Cordi a tour of the place, showing her the laboratories where weapons research was done, then the "Testing Grounds," where potential recruits were tested, or others were tested on their skill in order to be promoted, it also housed the Command Center, where missions are planned, observed and assisted, this was where they had found Elpis. After those, she showed her some of the other "Districts" of the dojo, there was the Rec District, where Tenno gathered to socialize and to relax it was also where personal quarters were kept. The Training District was next, where Tenno were trained by people like Baldomar. Finally, there was the Production District, where the Labs, reactors, and Foundries were housed. This was the most interesting place to Cordi, as she was always fascinated by what goes on in the laboratories and foundries, and what could be made. Cordi decided she would wander on her own for a while, after following Zora around for what she could guess was an hour, and bid her friend goodbye.

For a moment, she considered entering the research labs and the foundries, but in the end, decided that she should wait until she was officially part of the clan. So she wandered throughout the Rec District, appreciating the synthetic plant life in many of the rooms, but especially enjoyed a rather dark lily garden, which had four bridges each moving into the center of the room from each of the doors. Rather than sit on the bridge, Cordi decided to sit in one of the far corners, each had a small mass of earthy dirt and rock, packed tight to form small islands in the sea of lily pads. Cordi liked the silence and bliss of this room; it allowed her to think with utmost clarity and to relax.


After what Cordi could guess was a half hour, the tall Tenno named Elpis entered the room, almost as if she knew Cordi was there. Not that the fact would surprise her, she noticed a reasonable amount of surveillance throughout the dojo, and this room would be no exception. Cordi stood as the tall, authoritative woman approached her, and quickly made adjustments to her posture.

"Welcome to the Steel Talon, Cordi. I'm sure you've already heard my name. If you didn't, my name's Elpis." The Commander extends her hand in an offer to shake. When her hand is taken, Elpis gives a firm, if not slightly constricting, handshake. "But for a while you'll be calling me Commander, though I can see you rising through the ranks at a steady pace judging by what Baldomar told me. Now that I've got the anomaly on Ceres out of the way, I'll show you to your quarters." Elpis sounded much more like she was telling Cordi this than offering. She didn't give the greenhorn any time to respond as she immediately swiveled one hundred eighty degrees towards the door she came from and marched forward at a brisk pace. Cordi quickly caught up, although with difficulty while at the same time she tried to keep in a fashion barely resembling orderly.

It doesn't take long for Elpis to lead Cordi to her quarters. The room is reasonably spacious, but not luxuriously so. The room has a bed, window, closet, nightstand, and its own bathroom with all of the bathroom necessities.

"This is your dorm. I'll let you get acquainted with the clan for the rest of the day, so kick back and relax. Your first assignment will be tomorrow."

Cordi gives Elpis a deep bow. "Thank you, Commander." Elpis returns the bow and leaves the greenhorn to her own devices.


Pain, that was all she could feel. That was all she could ever feel. Of course, after what happened to her, what else was there to feel? After being torn apart and stitched back together again, time and time again, combined with metal and flesh that had not belonged to her, was there really anything other than pain to feel? So there she sat, knees tucked into her chest as she stared into the ground for what seemed like hours on end, with complete disregard of the long-since present storm, raging against all that was made by man, and the field of blood and corpses that laid in her wake.

What seemed like years ago, she was abducted just as she drowsily awoke from her cryogenically-induced slumber, unable to act with any remote form of haste. They had turned who was once a valiant and righteous warrior, into a broken, quivering madwoman, who fights not with honour, but with maddened desperation. Not only was she now these things, she was also alone, hungry, wet and cold. She knew she had to find one of her own, another Tenno. Despite knowing that doing this was her only chance of survival, she was afraid. Afraid of the ways of her people that she had to cast aside just to survive in the laboratory in which she suffered. Her enemies suffer greatly before death, she killed them in ways that would make even the murderers of old shiver and cringe in disgust. Worst of all, she had done this not in the name of her people or the balance she had sworn to uphold, but in the name of revenge and survival.

Her actions were not what bothered her most about this. What bothered her most about this was how weak she felt. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. She was once stalwart and unmoving, nothing could shake her. Yet here she was, sitting, shivering in the rain. Then suddenly, she lifted her head towards the sound of loud and heavy footsteps coming from the darkness beyond the single spotlight, focused on her, and her alone, for she was, to her previous knowledge, the last living thing in the Grineer base in which she sat. What was once a securely defended military headquarters was now a mass grave, the corpses of the Grineer soldiers that had once guarded it now peppered the entire area, torn to pieces in a fear-induced rampage. Whoever was approaching her knew that they could either calm her or kill her, and she wasn't sure of which of the scenarios she would prefer. Suddenly coming to a halt, the approaching stranger made no other noise, leaving only the continuous pitter patter of the intense rainstorm to disrupt the silence.

Having enough of the silent presence of them, the sitting woman tried her best to intimidate the stranger. "St-Stay away. I-I-I killed these people. Y-You could easily be next." She says, hoping that the words alone will intimidate the stranger, although she knew it would be unlikely, judging that her blood-soaked body would have scared off those not brave enough to fight.

In a deep and calm voice, the still unseen, stranger spoke. "I do not doubt that. I've witnessed the battle, well, the aftermath of it, at least." With surprising silence, the stranger stepped forward in such a fashion that he did not alarm the broken woman, shivering in the rain. The stranger was not fully enveloped by the light, but it was easy to see that he was heavily clad in enough armour to stop a bullet in its tracks. The armour itself was smooth and round, in such a way that it shimmered in the light; it was quite obvious this was a Rhino user. "I do not wish to be your enemy. I seek your trust and friendship, and to help you." Moving again as silent as a cloudless night, the man extended his hand toward the shivering mess of a Tenno, in an offer to help her up.

Rather than take his hand, which was what a part of her was screaming at her to do, she only stared at where she guessed the man's face would be. "Y-You seek to help a beast. I am no more than a rabid animal, waiting to be put down."

Still, the hand was stretched before her, waiting to be taken. "A rabid animal would have attacked me by now. I know people who can help you. I can take you to a place you can call home. Please, walk with me."

And at that, she gave in to the urge, and took his hand, shaking more than ever. The man pulled her up, enough to help her onto her feet. At that moment, she realized exactly why the man offered to help her up. Not only out of kindness, but concern. The blood that soaked her body did not only belong to the soldiers she had killed, but also to herself. Although she was fully aware of the many gashes and bullet holes strewn across her body, she did not feel a thing, the pain the Corpus had inflicted upon her had desensitized her to anything less. Upon realizing this, the shivering, afraid, and wounded Tenno leaned against the other for support, for her body, despite not feeling the wounds, was still very weak because of them combined with exhaustion.

"Do you remember your name?" The man tilted his head towards the weakened Tenno as he asked.

This question actually came as a shock to her. Her own name never came to mind throughout what seemed like years to the Tenno. Then again, there were more present things that kept her mind occupied. No matter how hard she thought, she could not remember her name. Not only was she held captive for who knows how long, but cryosleep can cause major cases of memory loss if the subject is not extracted by another Tenno who either knew them or were given knowledge of their past. That is what caused the breakdown. Not knowing her own name caused her to finally break into tears. She no longer had a name. She could only be known as a monster. An animal. A disgusting creature, hell bound and bent on blood. That was all she could be identified as.

Not to the stranger. The stranger saw her as an unfortunate soul. Someone who needed help, and would receive it, no matter what they said. So as the woman fell to her knees in despair, the tall, burly mountain of a man lowered himself with her, ensuring that she did not come to further harm upon landing. Despite so desperately wanting to comfort that woman, he knew that he had no words that would comfort her, for he knew that he could not come close to comprehending the suffering she endured throughout what harrowing event broke her. So he did not speak, in fear that he would make it worse, instead; he gingerly placed a single hand on the weeping Tenno's shoulder as he watched over her, guarding her.

This went on for several minutes, although they felt like hours to the woman, if it were not for the stranger, it would have no sign of stopping.

"There is no need to lose all hope. What is lost can always be replaced. Do you remember anything before the Corpus took you?"

The only thing the, now nameless, Tenno could rememeber was falling from the sky. When she tells the stranger this, he stops to ponder.

"Kalani. That will be your new name. The name means 'of the heavens.' I believe that suits the memory rather well. Don't you think?"

"Kalani... I... I like it." Kalani looks back at the Rhino user, for once in the time she could remember, she felt, even if only a little bit, happy, although she shows little sign of it. "Th-Thank you." This happiness quickly subsided, returning her to her husk-like feeling of pain. "What's your name?"

"My name is Magnus. It is nice to meet you, Kalani. Now, let's get you to my clan's dojo, where my friends can see to your wounds." At that, the two left the Grineer docks for Magnus' Xiphos-Class landing craft, paying no heed to the ever-raging storm of Ceres, and the ever-so-slowly decaying graveyard that was once a Grineer headquarters.


By the time Kalani had arrived at Magnus' home, his clan's dojo, she had calmed herself. On his Xiphos landing craft, she had eventually pulled herself together and shut herself away into her mind, as far as Magnus could tell. She had taken off her helmet, after what seemed most likely years of it being on, but seemed to cherish little about the moment. Thankfully, there were some medical supplies on the ship he could use to tend to Kalani's wounds to the best of his abilities, but ultimately she would have to go straight to Thaleia. Her face seemed like one that would belong to a spirited, idealistic woman, but her expression contrasted greatly. Her sky-blue eyes aimed a thousand mile stare through the window ahead of her as she sat, knees tucked in to her chest, just in front of the Codex. There were a couple attempts to engage Kalani in a conversation, but all were met with silence.

The always cheery Ordis spoke up once the craft arrived at his clan's dojo. "Welcome home, Operator: Magnus! I hope you can find help for Operator: Kalani." Getting Kalani on Ordis' list of operators was slightly tedious. The instant Ordis detected her, he thought she was a Corpus proxy, which certainly wasn't good on Kalani. After a lot of yelling, Magnus was able to fix the problem, and everyone had calmed down.

"As do I, Ordis." Magnus didn't need to signal Kalani to tell her the ride was over. Without a word, the woman stood and made way to the exit, rejecting any offer of help.

When they enter, Zora turned her head towards the two, and immediately overcame with curiosity, approached them. "Hi Magnus. Who's this? Did you find her during your mission?" It was quite obvious Zora had many more questions, one of them having to be related to Kalani's Warframe, but thankfully, she kept her questions to herself

When Kalani made no sign of responding, Magnus replied. "Hail, Zora. This is Kalani. She actually completed my mission for me, before I arrived. If you would excuse us, she needs to be seen by Thaleia, for she has sustained some concerning wounds."

Zora complied and stepped out of the way. As the two moved on, Zora watched Kalani with interest, many questions bubbling in her mind.

Magnus stops when they approach the med bay, and looks to Kalani. "Stay here for a moment. I'll see if she's in the room." When Kalani nods, Magnus moves on into the room and immediately finds Thaleia, the Trinity user in charge of the med bay and anything to do with it, and lovingly titled the Honourary Mother of the clan. Upon immediately detecting Magnus entering the room, she turned her head away from what she was doing and looked towards him.

"Oh, hey Magnus! How was the mission? Do you need anything?" Beaming him a warm smile, she put down a small tablet she was holding in her hands and walked toward him.

"Yes, actually. I found someone when I arrived; she had already cleared the area of enemies, but took a lot of hits, herself. Would you take a look at her?"

Thaleia leaned to the side a bit to look behind him, and upon seeing Kalani, beamed a warm smile towards her. Kalani did not return it. "Of course! Bring her here." After being waved over by Magnus, Kalani made her approach somewhat hesitantly, and stopped rather close to Magnus. Her expression was blank as she stared through Thaleia.

"This is Kalani. I don't think you'll hear much from her. She's... been through a lot, by the looks of her." Magnus glanced at Kalani, a hint of concern showing in his eyes.

"It's nice to meet you, Kalani. My name's Thaleia. You'll end up seeing me a lot, if you decide to stay with us. Come with me, I'll patch you up." The cheery Trinity walked away further into the room, although Kalani stood still, hesitant. She looked up at Magnus, with a look only he saw. He said something and nodded his head in Thaleia's direction. Whatever he said comforted Kalani and she followed Thaleia into the room.

"Alright, let's take a look at you. We'll need to take off your..." At this moment, Thaleia finally noticed how damaged Kalani's Warframe looked, and that it appeared to have been hybridized with Corpus technology.

Kalani waited for Thaleia to finish her sentence, staring into her still, as if looking into her, reading her.

"Your Warframe. Sorry, I just, uh, seemed to be drawing blanks for a second. Follow me." She lead Kalani into another room with equipment needed to remove the husk of a Warframe. When it was removed, Kalani sat on one of the beds, naked. Thaleia inspected each and every wound on her body, plucking bullets out of her body as if they were seeds from a strawberry.

Thaleia was amazed by how many hits she had taken. Any regular Tenno would have collapsed, if not go into shock. This woman, however, was an entirely different case. She never even flinched when the bullets were pulled out of her, and not even a wince was seen or heard when anti-bacterial spray was applied to her wounds. "How are you still standing? I've seen Tenno with half as many bullets in them barely walking." Her question was met with silence. When she looked up from one of her wounds, she noticed Kalani staring into nothingness, as if reliving a memory. She decided to continue tending to her wounds and leave the subject alone, to avoid triggering anything bad.

When she finished stitching shut the last wound, she found some clothes for Kalani to wear, and Kalani took them without a word, not even of gratitude. Drifting past Magnus, she left the med bay to wander the dojo aimlessly, but was stopped by the peculiar Ivara user named Zora.

"Hi Kalani. My name's Zora, I think Magnus already said my name, so I think you remember it, but you look like you remember too many bad things..."

Kalani had cast the same blank, emotionless gaze at Zora as she did Thaleia without saying a word. She did not want to talk to someone who quite obviously wanted to ask questions, so she walked past her, aimlessly wandering in the first direction she thought of.

Kalani walked for what seemed to be several minutes, maybe a half hour, until she found a quiet room full of plant life that was unoccuped. Or, she thought it was, at least, until she was greeted by a voice whose owner she could not see.

"H-Hello. Are you new here, too?"

Kalani did not respond, she instead looked around the room until she found the owner of the voice, a short and young woman, who couldn't be older than eighteen biological years. Kalani sits in a darkened corner, opposite of the stranger uninterested in talking to her. The girl, however, seemed much more interested in Kalani than vice versa.

"Don't talk much, d-do you?" When she is met with further silence, she gets up and joins Kalani. "I-I'll take that as a no. My name's Cordi, I'm, uh, new to this whole thing."

Kalani bore a hole in the floor with her blank gaze as Cordi continued talking about pointless matters. Where she came from, her family, her, albeit few, friends, her past. It was when she began asking questions about her did Kalani cast her blank gaze towards Cordi, the expression she wore was most likely enough to unsettle someone as timid as the greenhorn enough for her to leave.

To her surprise, Cordi did not leave, but she did apologize and stop talking, which was enough for Kalani. After a while, the silence seemed to get to the girl and she left, probably to talk to someone else. Kalani did not care. In fact, she relished in the fact she was finally alone. She spent this time in solitude staring into the ground, trying to hold back the ever-searing pain that was her past for so long she wouldn't be surprised if she had done so the entire night.