Transference was like having two minds in one body. Or, rather, that's what it used to be like.
I remember… pain, an overriding power surging through the somatic link I shared with my Operator, and then a cold nothing. I resented being called an infested puppet; I am-I am capable of being more than some empty shell. Yet my arms and legs do not obey me, no matter how much I try to keep from plunging into that icy bath. Instead, all is nothing.
Nothing is all I know for an eternity and yet the blink of an eye. Black around me, utter silence and a void far too enclosing to be space, far too empty to be anything else.
Energy surges, a familiar tinge of Void, and it's like I have never before witnessed. I can will my body once more, and the embrace of the Operator is as familiar as ever, stronger, more assured. It's… good.
The deck beneath my feet, air currents wafting past even as the Queens rage and boil-and the shock as my Operator materializes in front of me. They have always needed the cradle to make use of the somatic link; how is this possible?
They've changed. I do not want to see them hurt, and as if the link is still active - of course it is, I can sense it - my little Tenno Operator answers in the most determined way possible. They would prevail.
We would prevail.
Even as the Kuva guardians close in on us, we are intent. We will win.
I am more agile than my Operator, and it's that I use to our advantage, hindering the guardians as Void energy spills from the Operator's hands.
Cyn. My name is Cyn.
As Void energy spills from Cyn's hands.
Metal clatters on metal, weapons dropping to the deck as gold energy slams into the guardians, staggering and stunning them. It's both my swords and Cyn's power that rips them apart.
I cannot help but to think that Valkyr might relish this.
"Teshin? Kill them."
That Orokin staff clutched in a pair of hands far too young to be in a war like this. It is all the excuse Teshin needed. Both I and my Operator watch as the Dax warrior beheads greater of the Queens.
