Chapter 1: Wake up!
[Orokin Era]
Tenno, warriors of the ancient blade and gun. The children of the Lotus. Long before Grineer, long before Corpus, they were the children, survivors of the Zariman 10-0. The ship went down and adrift after being lost in the Void, but resurfaced near Saturn. The Orokin…perfect they called themselves…they quarantined the ship and quickly discover the children were the only ones alive…but they were changed, twisted by the Void. They were quickly cast aside by the Orokin, submitted to experiments…it was amusing. It was amusing that their outcasts, their subjects, were to be their saviors. The Sentient machines had rebelled and came for the Orokin, and despite whatever they died, despite their advancements, their technology…despite everything that made them perfect would have ended up being their doom if not for the children of the Zariman. They cast the children's essence into a metal frame, and gave them the ancient blade and gun, they named them "Warframes"
The Orokin finally had a weapon, one that the Sentients wouldn't control. A weapon that won them the war. There were casualties, some unnecessary. Margulis was their mother, before the Lotus. Margulis who cared for them, more then any other. They executed her for caring for the Tenno. They told them a Sentient spy had killed her…lies. They fought, fought until the very last one of them burned to the ground…but the Sentient had a weapon of their own…and it's name was Natah. Her mission: to destroy the Orokin, and then the Tenno. She had to travel through the one place that no Sentient would dare travel…the Void, to them, a poison. She traveled through a rail, and much to be expected, she didn't come unharmed. Her reproductive system was damaged. Damaged beyond any healing…but her eyes were on the mission. The Tenno were motherless, and by taking Margulis' place, she gave them a motherly figure, a guide…a person that cared. They fought, they waved through the battlefield as angels of death, only corpses standing behind them when the slaughter ended.
The Tenno were victorious, and the Orokin honored their weapon with celebrations. Drums echoed, and the Tenno warriors were gathered in display before the Orokin people in Outer Terminus, all the Orokin gathered in one place for this event…and the last event they would ever attend. The drum sounds echoed, once, twice, thrice, and with them, Natah's voice, the last Sentient, spoke to the Tenno. Her words were of truth. Her words spoke of Margulis, their mother, dead at the hands of the Orokin. And why? Because she cared!? This was an outrage to them. The 9th stroke of the drum sounded, the 10th, the 11th…and when the 12th stroke of the drums hit…the slaughter began. Be woman or man, only the Tenno and two two others lived through that night.
Natah had completed part of her mission…and now to finish it…to bring death upon those who killed her kind. The time came…but she couldn't…she had grown attached to them. And so she took a new name and with it her new life. She became the Lotus. Guide, mother and friend of the Tenno. She cast them into a dream within the Void and the Moon…Lua, where she'd hide both the children and the Warframes until they were needed again. And so they slept, gently for two thousand years until the Origin System needed them again. Two forced ravaged it and none could have it. Grineer and Corpus.
Tenno all over the system began to wake, taking up arms against these overlords of the system, defying them, inspiring others to raise their weapons against them. One said Tenno, is one who changed this war…
[Somewhere in outer terminus]
Loud shouts echoed, workers digging through the ice, proxies carrying equipment…Corpus. Amongst the confusion, two figures walked, side by side, speaking to each other in their native tongue, the Corpus Language.
-The workers have found a Torsion Beam Device deep within the ice, a key near it. I've received orders from my superior to use the key in the device and explore the tower. He has a feeling that the tower holds Orokin riches-said the first man, standing tall, wearing typical corpus cloths of fine quality, a detron by his hips. He had deep purple eyes and his body was well built. By his right upper chest there were several insignias, medals. On his back, bellow a black syandana, would be seen the barrel of a Lanka, displayed just above the handle of a finely crafted prova.
The man who he spoke to turned to him, wearing business wear and several communication devices attached to his body, and replied with a cold voice:
-Then what are you still doing here?
The first to speak gave only a nod, and saluted the other, before turning around and racing odd towards an excavation site. Once in the excavation site, a crewman handed him a stance Void key. It was similar to any other key, but it was heavier, and more decorated. He took it in his hands and placed it over the device, as the soldier stacked up by the side of the portal's location. The officer then placed the key, and the device fired the golden beam of energy at the portal, prying it open, and revealing a Warframe's cryostasis chamber, the pod clear showing the Warframe. The corpus would quickly enter the portal, and surround the chamber. The officer walked inside not long after.
The officer examined the pod, trying to identify the Warframe, and was supposed when he didn't manage to…who was this strange Tenno? His armor was black as night, containing white decals and markings…words, written in an ancient language, a dead language, the Orokin tongue. The Warframe's head was similar to that of an Excalibur's but more spiked, its body was alive, similar to a Nidus' body frame, but more toned, bigger, spikes erecting from his arms, his knees and his shoulders. He was hunched forward within his pod. A soldier began to tremble a bit, but it wasn't out of fear, it was out of what echoed in his mind, a whisper, deceiving but compelling…a male voice that spoke to him, strong and mighty, establishing it's dominance. The soldier's weapon began to slowly turn towards one of his comrades, taking a shaky aim at them, before one final word was heard in his mind…"Kill"
With that word the soldier opened fire on the crewman next to him, and began to unleash a barrage of automatic energy bolts on the others, taking two more with him, before the tall man in charge of the operation put his trusty detron to the back of the traitor's head, and squeezing the trigger, the crewman's head leaving it's neck, and splattering forward to the ground. All this commotion had caught the excavation crew off their objective, and once their attention was once again turned to the cryo pod, they would see it open, empty. The lead of the operation would then approach the pod to examine it, but once when he reached it, a cry was heard, and a crewman would be seen impaled, a spike reaching out from his shoulder. He would then be thrown away and the strange Warframe would reveal to be well and alive, as he charged towards the other group of crewman on the other side of the room, flying across the air majestically, and he began to roll in the air, rolling rapidly, soon enough spikes shooting out from his back and towards the crewmen, impaling the lot to the wall. The Tenno landed proud on his feet and looked at the lead, letting out a muffled growl. He would walk towards him, hunched just as he was in the pod. The decorated soldier, perhaps a soldier, began to fire at the Warframe. But he did t shrug, nor reacted, simply kept walking. Once in reach, he held the corpus by his throat, and speak.
-Corpus…a disease. May the Void you claim to worship have Mercy on you-He said. His rival was preparing to speak against the Tenno, but was swiftly interrupted by a crack, a crack that came from his neck as the mighty Warframe used it's strength to crush it. He put the corpse down and headed towards a weapon rack, removing his weapons, ancient, but well maintained, unharmed by time. First, he placed a large great sword on his hip, decorated with sentient remains, crude, but deadly. Secondly, his secondary weapon, a heavy pistol, similar to a lex, but larger in size, decorated in the sane theme as the sword. Lasty, his rifle, a large weapon with special sight, stock and barrel, a mighty weapon that dished out spiked covered in deadly void energy, again, also decorated in the same theme as his sword and pistol. He began to walk towards the portal, not looking back, taking what he could with him. He stopped just before the portal and simply said to himself:
-It's time to wake up...
