[A/N] Think i'm starting to get a handle on formatting. After i'm done with the next few chapters i'll go back and fix the typo's and grammatical errors. Your feedback is welcome and encouraged.

"All signs reading stable."

Cold.

"Prepare him for defrost and Technocyte conditioning."

Fucking. Cold.

"Ready when you are."

A universe of nothing but cold, freezing fucking cold.

"Awp station, check. Transference module, check. Void shield, check. Yeah, we're ready."

A woman crying, pain, lights, and a darkness spreading across the minds of everyone around me.

Alya.

Cold.

"Okay, starting defrost sequence now. Thirty seconds until he's safe to handle, forty until Technocyte is wild."

Warmth spreading from my chest to my extremities.

"Wow, tough kid."

"You've gotta' be to survive something like that."

"Point."

The warmth spreads through my soul, like a hot chocolate after a day of working in the cold.

"Ten seconds, prep TC shot."

"Prepped."

I'm bathing in a pool of radiant warmth. I can't remember ever feeling so peaceful.

"Stasis pod is opening,"

I'm ripped from the warmth into numbness.

"I've got him."

"Inject the TC."

The numbness is being twisted. It's not painful, it tingles my skin and my bones. I feel it intensify into a vibration that consumes the numbness and everything else.

"Come on, dance for me you tiny bastards."

"Alan!"

The vibration spreads out of my body and into the room around me. I can feel everything.

"Sorry, boss."

"Conditioning at 90 percent. It's safe to start transference."

"Boss, I think i'm picking up some Void energy."

"Shit, get containment up. How bad is it?"

"It's hardly registering at all, but it's there. It looks like he's channeling."

"Impossible."

The vibration is given substance, with it I can see and feel everything around me. The substance that's been spreading starts to form patterns. The patterns are like a language designed for me, something only I can understand.

"No one has shown this much control so soon, he's not even conscious yet!"

"All I need to know is if it's going to interfere with the Transference process."

"You know just as well as I do that the module is just a prototype. We don't know enough about the process, I have no idea how excess Void energy will affect it."

The patterns start to flash. The pain is coming back.

"Uh, he's starting to destabilize. The Technocyte is reverting."

"It's now or never, do we Transfer him?"

"What does he have to lose?"

"His life."

Another pause

"Fine. Do it."

The pattern's blur. The pain duplicates itself, my awareness of it is coming from more than once source.

"Transference at 5 percent completion."

"Is this right? The host body is changing."

Something's different. It's not wrong, or bad, but I feel like i'm in an alien environment. It's like a repeat of when I first came into contact with Amun, but this time it's so much more smooth.

"Transference at 19 percent completion."

"It hasn't even been-"

"Transference at 38 percent completion."

"Not so fast! It's not safe!"

"It's out of my hands, boss. I've never seen this before. It's like the Void energy itself is dictating the process."

"I knew using this technology so soon was a bad idea."

"Transference at 80 percent completion."

Someone laughs.

I feel whole.

"Transference complete," the voice sounds synthesized.

I'm aware and full of energy, I haven't felt this good since the first time I drank coffee.

My eyes open. I'm lying on a soft bed, my head feels like it's being held by something. I look around with my eyes and I see the faces of people around me. They remind me of doctors.

"Welcome, Tenno," the synthesized voice speaks again.

At that, the people around me start move. Two of them coming up and prodding at me with what I think are sensors. They look kind of like the things that were pointed at me back on the...ship.

"Everything looks good over here," the man closest to me says to his colleagues.

"Good," a woman on the far side of the room says as she starts to walk towards him. She looks towards me.

"How are you feeling?" she says, her voice gentle. She sounds worried.

"Um, I-" I freeze. I have a new voice, again.

"Talk to me, Amun. Is there something wrong?"

"N-no, it's just my voice is different," I say. It's deeper, more like how it was when I was Daniel, "I feel really good."

"Are you sure?" she asks as her eyes narrow.

"Yes i'm sure. Can someone please explain to me what's happening?" I realize as I ask this that it might have been more prudent to ask...Jonny? No, Jahnay, when he was escorting me.

The doctor's, or whatever they are, look at each other. I think of telling them that when they look at eachother like that isn't very reassuring but something tells me that it won't help my situation.

"Everything will be explained soon," the woman who was talking to me before says. I think she's the boss here, "for now we're going to run a few tests to see that everything's working as it should be."

That really doesn't help, lady.

"Uh, okay."

She smiles, but it looks kind of forced.

"In an hour or so someone will come and talk to you about what you've just been through. It might be tough to understand but you need to be strong, alright?" her voice is kind of soothing, but at the same time i'm annoyed. Being spoken too like i'm a child is going to get very old, very fast.

"Fine," I say, "is there anything I can do until then? Is there a TV around here?"

"Tee..vee..?"

Wait, what? Right, they wouldn't know.

"Sorry, I mean," what did I mean? I think it's something that starts with 'broadcast." Come on Amun, give me something..

"I mean a Broadcast Station," I say with more relief in my voice than the situation probably warrants.

"Oh, sure. I'll go get one for you."

After what feels like about an eternity of watching what passed for Orokin Educational Documentaries, a door slides open at the far end of the medical room. The man that steps into the room is the biggest, meanest looking dude i've seen in my life. The room shakes with every step he takes and the doctors cringe, but more for the sake of their equipment I imagine.

I notice that the man has a visible aura around him, it feels kind of familiar. As he gets closer I can see the aura vibrating. Symbols pulse around him in in a way that I can understand.

I've never met this man in my life, but I know him. There's a connection here.

He stops beside me.

"My name is-" he starts to say, but the symbols around him coalesce into a word.

"-Atlas," I finish for him with a bit of uncertainty. I regret it immediately as he recoils. I'm not supposed to know that. I don't even know how I know that.

He doesn't even look like Atlas. The symbol on his shoulder is the head and shoulder's of a Rhino frame...

His eyes narrow and he takes another look at me, and I at him.

His brown hair is cut very short, the military stereotype. His outfit reminds me of the one's I saw on the people who took me off the ship, but instead of white his is black and beige.

"Have we met before?" he asks.

"No," I feel like I should be calling him 'sir', "sir, I just had a feeling."

He nods and looks at the boss-lady.

"You were right. He's a natural," he turns back to me and smiles, "the good doctor here tells me you're okay to leave. You feel up for a walk?"

I nod and he gives me a hand to help me out of the bed. Whatever was holding my head back detaches itself and i'm free to move my neck. It starts to click as I stretch it and I sigh with relief.

"I feel weak," I tell him as I take my first step. It's immediately apparent that i'm taller than I used to be, even as Daniel.

"Yeah, about that," he sighs, "You're in a new body."

I'm surprised that I manage to take that in stride. He is as well if the arch in his eyebrow is anything to tell by.

"I figured, but why am I in a new body?"

"Straight to it then, alright. Your old body was exposed to the void with Technocyte running rampant through your body. The other kids with you were in the same boat," he stops for a second and laughs.

"Hah, boat. I didn't even mean to say that."

"Technocyte?" I ask, ignoring the bad pun.

"Yeah, as far as I know it's something the Orkies cooked up to make a super soldier. It didn't work out like they intended it to but they found that Technocyte plut Void energy equals crazy. And sometimes, the crazy is useable as a weapon," he says and points to himself.

"You went through it too? Being stuck in that room with kids?" There was more of an edge to my voice than I meant, but I am genuinely curious.

"Yup. I was one of the first 10 to get a Frame'. They said i'm the most mentally stable out of that batch so between missions I stick around for introductions and help train the newbies along with a few others who you might be meeting soon. Although," he says and slows down his pace. He looks at me with curiosity.

"We've had dozens of you guys coming through, and 8 out of the 14 of those who just came back that weren't dead, or brain dead, have already been shown around."

I have to ask.

"What about Alya?"

"Who?" he replied.

"A girl that came with me onto the ship. Nevermind," I sigh. That answers that question.

"Okay," he shrugs, "There's no one named Alya on the Actives list. Sorry, pal."

At the end of the corridor that exits the medical room, there is an airlock-style door. It hisses open and on the other side is a grand hall. Grand in ways that that make everything else i've seen seem piss poor by comparison.

"This is the Atrium. You'll be meeting the rest of your trainers here," he told me.

"The rest?" I ask.

"Yup, that's me being one of them," he said with a smirk, "I think reintroduction's are in order. The name is Atlas and I'm going to be helping you get up to speed, both figuratively and literally."

"Pleasure to meet you, Atlas. I'm D- err, Amun," I cough to cover up the mistake I almost made.

"Nice to meet you as well Durrhamun," he teases. I roll my eyes. I like this guy, he doesn't treat me like i'm a child. It's a refreshing change of pace.

"Don't get too attached to that name, Amun. The thing is, you're not who you used to be. Trust me, I know. So does everyone else around here, so don't think you're alone around here. Eventually you'll have to decide if you want to keep that name or go with something else. I chose Atlas because he held the weight of the world on his shoulder's, it seemed fitting to my ah, strengths."

"We'll see. Hey, do I call you sir, or something?"

"Nah, just be respectful. That's all the trainer's really care about. Not all of them are as carefree as I am, though. You'll find that out yourself; that you and I are an oddity among Tenno. The Void does things to people, it hits them in different ways. Sometimes you get people like-" he's cut off when someone appears out of nowhere, right in front of us.

"Speak of the devil," Atlas said with a smile, "expected you to show yourself sooner or later."

"And the devil shall appear," the newcomer says in a dual-tone voice. It's apparent that it's a male, although the voice is kind of odd to judge by. He's in full Warframe kit, though I don't recognize the type.

"This is Amun, he's the one the doctor's were going a bit crazy over. He was tapping the Void straight out of Cryo. They hadn't even woken him up yet."

"Impressive," the newcome mused, turning to me. There's a glow around him, like Atlas has. The Aura, with symbols pulsing around him, pools together near the top of his head into a word.

"Loki," I exclaim with some uncertainty. The frame didn't much resemble what I remember from the game except for his clawed right hand, but i've already realized that what's canon won't be guaranteed to match reality.

Loki tilts his head, but stays quiet for a few seconds before he turns to Atlas.

"Indeed, quite impressive," he says and looks back at me, "I'm curious, do you see light around Atlas and I?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I see! There are symbols, or signs, popping up around you. When I first saw you they started to move together and made a word, although it wasn't in any language i'd seen before yet somehow I recognized it," I explain.

Loki nods and Atlas looks thoughtful.

"I've never heard of someone being able to instinctively access such a high state of awareness, at least not without years of training," Loki says.

"How strong are the signs?" Atlas asks, "are they there all the time?"

"No," I answer, "They sort of shift in and out of view."

"It is very uncommon for one who is inexperienced and untrained in the ways of The Void and it's energies to see the aura. However, the level of control that this implies for you is very fascinating. I look forward to training with you, Amun," Loki says.

"Oh, you too," I reply. He blurs and the space around him shifts colors for a second, then he disappears.

That actually looked pretty cool.

"I like Loki. He's a bit quiet at times but you can trust him to have your back in a tough spot," Atlas says, "but that's mostly true for everyone here."

"Mostly?"

"You'll see."

"Right, so are all of my trainers or teachers going to be popping in like that?"

"Nah," Atlas shrugs, "Loki's not a fan of gatherings of more than a couple of people. Any more than that and he gets skittish."

"So, stealth abilities?"

"Precisely," he smiles.

"At this you're probably wondering to yourself, is that how it works for everyone?"

I nod, it was an accurate assessment.

"No, it's not. Loki was pretty lucky in that regard. It was easier for him to grow into his abilities because there wasn't very much more for him to learn about himself. He has a knack for misdirection and striking you where you least expect it."

I nod, that sounds a lot more like the Loki I know.

"I was pretty timid as well, before all of this, but my abilities are mostly strength based," Atlas explained, "It turns out that when I'm in a fight, I can channel my rage and fear into my abilities and my Warframe reflects that. Plus, I just enjoy the feeling of fighting my enemies face to face. I had to learn that about myself. You may be the same, but maybe not. It's always different."

"And no, you won't be doing any training today, you'll meet the rest of your trainers tomorrow so that they can assess how to get the most out of you," he says, probably just anticipating any further questions.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Truth be told, I'm incredibly tired. The rush of energy I had when I had been 'defrosted' had started to leave me.

"Is there somewhere around here I can rest?" I ask. Atlas looks at me like i'm an idiot.

"Duh, we're not savages," he answers.

"Could have fooled me," I joke.

"I see we're going to work on sharpening that blunt-edged wit of yours as well," he says, shaking his head, "weak."

"Hey! You're catching me on an off day," I retort.

"Sure, that could explain it," he says, his tone indicating just how much he believes that.

We walk off towards another open passageway. There aren't many people around and our footsteps echo off a long ways along the metallic surroundings. It would be eerie if the place weren't so damn fascinating.

These people, the Orokin, had thousands of years of knowledge and experience built upon whatever was around in my time. The results of all of that are, excuse my french, fucking beautiful. I remember what Jan had told me about the ship's computer, how the designers would just casually sacrifice function for form. Not only was the outcome aesthetically awesome, but the trade off wasn't even worth mentioning. Their technology was so advanced that the greatest engineers of my time would be hard pressed to find a legitimate reason to complain.

The white and gold aesthetic hasn't even started to lose it's appeal. Blue lighting reflects off the walls around us, giving the place a ghostly atmosphere.

Through another hall and another set of unnecessarily large doors Atlas leads me, into yet another room, but this one seems different.

It reminds me of a hotel lobby, luxurious is ways only the Orokin can afford. The middle of the room is circular and at a slight incline, leading towards a stubby cylindrical extrusion which hosts a grand white tree like I saw on the Orokin ship. The inner glow seems a bit more intense but that may be because of the more relaxed lighting. Closer to sides of the room the edges are more pronounced, squared instead of rounded. There are four doorways here, spaced about 20 meters away from each other.

Atlas walks towards the tree, I follow.

We stop about 3 meters away from it. I wait for Atlas to say something but all of his focus is on the tree. His breathing is louder but it doesn't sound like he's under any stress.

It doesn't look like any of the other glowing trees i've seen. I watch Atlas as he gives it a shallow bow.

"Follow me, i'll take you to your new quarters," he says as he walks off to the left.

I spare the tree one more glance and jog to catch up with him.

"Don't ask," he says without looking at me, "it's something you'll learn about on your own."

I can't help but feel that the mood has shifted into something a lot more serious than it was on the way. It doesn't feel tense, but talking seems like it might be unwelcome. It's probably all in my head, but that doesn't mean i'm about to risk saying something that might offend.

That, and i'm tired and can't really think of anything else to say.

"Welcome to your new home," Atlas says as after about a minute of silent walking.

The door to the room opens on it's own. The grand aesthetic is given way to a more comfortable and cozy design. The golden highlights are minimized to thin lines along walls edges and a more pronounced bulge on the vertices where the edges connect.

Atlas runs his hand down a white panel and a bed extrudes from an spot in the wall. On the opposite side of the room a large holographic screen appears. From where it's projected I can't tell, but the screen is quite large.

"The bed will recess back into the wall if it hasn't been used for more than an hour. You'll need the space that affords in the mornings and evenings, before and after training. You'll be learning a lot of exercises to strengthen the connection between your mind and your body. Don't worry, the walls are reinforced and can stand up to any punishment you might accidentally unleash," he says with a chuckle. I guess the somber mood had been lifted sometime in the last thirty seconds.

"Get some sleep, you'll be up early tomorrow to meet the rest of your trainers and you'll start learning very soon after that," he turns to me, "Look, you might be wondering about how well you're taking all of this. There's a chance that the Void scrambled whatever part of your brain reacts to sudden shifts in circumstance, but if i've judged you right then you're probably a lot like I was when I came out of it. You'll be feeling the shock tomorrow and it will probably take a toll on your training for a couple of weeks."

He puts his hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eye, "It will pass, okay? I think you'll find yourself liking it here."

"Alright," I said with a shrug, "I guess I'll find out tomorrow."

He nods and walks out of the room without another word. The door shuts free he leaves and I'm left alone.

I sit on the bed and stare at the big, floating screen across the room.

Now what?

I'm tired, more tired than I can ever remember. I'm not in my own body. This fact alone is starting to freak me out. In fact, I'm twice removed from my body. I have the memories of two people, I'm not the same person I was, and I don't know how to feel about that. Everytime I look down I expect to see a fat body, I expect my joints to ache when I move around.

I remember the last time I looked in the mirror, the feeling of disgust that had started to stir at the image of the pathetic man in front of me. That felt like it happened weeks ago, part of some half remembered dream. It's hard to believe that it was yesterday.

Yesterday I was Daniel. I knew myself, what I was capable of and where I stood in the world and the society I lived in. Now, I've been brute-forced into a universe I used to think of as fiction, i've had my brain rewired by a force not bound by the laws of physics, and now I have abilities?

I should probably see the silver lining here. Yes, i'm in a new body, but it's a healthy body. I haven't felt this strong or light since- well, I actually can't remember a time when I did feel like this.

Is it worth the cost? Being removed from something familiar and placed here, as a weapon of war?

I have too many questions and the answers are too strange to consider.

Time, I think that's what I need. Time to assimilate all of this.

I'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.