Venus

A Liset nestled nicely into a snowy mountain; cloaked and appearing to be one with the snowy terrain.

"We hope you enjoyed Freyarch's Airline and please, do come back in one piece," Freyarch announced.

Felon pointed at a holographic display of Venus, highlighting a location on the planet with a tap.

"Alright, Bob said our Corpus friend is located here."

"Mariana Jail?"

"Here's the plan. You guys wait here and pick me up once I give you guys the signal. I'll go in and get him out," Levon deadpanned, twirling his Angstrum within his hands as he gave his weapon a final check.

Grett nodded, shrugging to show their compliance.

Levon got to his feet.

"Tenno! I see you!" Captain Vor bellowed into Levon's ear, catching the unready Volt off-guard.

The Volt then weakly tripped to the floor.

"Woah!" Trey exclaimed.

The Ascaris Bolt glowed brighter; in delight. If the Warframe had a mouth, it would have puked by now.

"Nah, that thing is affecting you too much. You're so not ready for this mission. Stay here, we'll handle it. Come on guys," Felon ordered.

"No! I can do it!" Levon insisted, trying to get to his clumsy feet.

Felon slapped the Warframe across his cheeks.

"Look at me..."

The Warframe looked at the operative.

"...I'm the captain now."

Grett and Trey giggled.

Levon nodded, conceding to the determined operative.

"Alright then, Felon. What's the plan?"

In the distance, three Corpus Crewmen were approaching the jail...

An idea flashed into Felon's head.


The three operatives neared the heavily guarded complex.

Mariana Jail; a giant Corpus jail that housed the worst of the worst. It sat amongst the mountains with the bright lights of its watchtowers protruding the thick fog of snow that enveloped the surface of Venus. Corpus Crewman patrolled from wing to wing as their trained eyes observed everything that trotted in the white snow; their Lankas held firmly in hand and ready to fire in a moment's notice.

Trey involuntarily let out a yelp of fear at the sight of a Sniper Crewman. Grett rolled his exposed eyes, shutting the less experienced operative up.

"Calm the fuck down Trey."

"What if they find out?! I suck at acting!"

"Just stick to the plan."

The three continued to hike down a trail leading to the jail, now in full sight of all the guards.

A Crewman greeted them.

"Sir!"

Felon walked forward, donned in "his" Elite Crewman uniform.

"Name's Felon Vaus. This is Grett Hugh..."

Grett nodded once at the Crewman.

"...and Trey Logan."

Trey forced an ugly smile towards the Crewman, shivering.

The Crewman blinked as he dismissed Trey's unusual behavior.

"So, you gonna let us in or what?" Felon quipped.

"Oh! Yes sir!"

The Crewman raised his hand and gave a signal to the gatekeepers. With a pull of a lever, the gates creaked open; the bright lights of the jail blinding them as the heavy metal doors parted ways. The operatives strolled into the jail, breathing as they did; walking into shelter and safely into the complex unquestioned.

They were now out of Levon's sight, out of the protection that the Tenno had once offered.

Unknown to the guards, a group of three naked, real Corpus Crewmen laid unconscious in the snow far from the jail...

Atop the mountains, Freyarch and Levon peeked at their successful friends from within the Liset.

"They're good," Freyarch commented.

Levon nodded.

"Yes they are..."

Levon walked over to the Liset's console.

"Now it's our turn to show off."


The three lined up in front of a wrist scanner, gulping. The scanner's purpose was simple; to check the DNA of any that wandered into the jail and confirm if the visitor was indeed a friend, which posed as a sticky situation to the three operatives. They only hoped Levon was doing his part.

A single Crewman sat in his chair as he typed in commands into a computer.

"Step forward."

Felon was the first in line. He swallowed audibly.

"Step forward," the guard repeated.

Swallowing again, Felon took a step forward and inserted his wrist into the scanner.

Blue lights darted out of the device, scanning Felon's wrist at every possible angle and checking every inch of the man's skin as the scanner tried to identify the man.

The screen on the computer showed a mess; programmes were disrupted as the scanner was in a confused state.

The procedure continued for what seemed like an eternity...

The guard frowned as his muscles tensed; the check should have been completed by now. Yet the light on the scanner continued to shine a pale blue rather than a reassuring green...

or a deadly red.

An alarm then shrilled incessantly as the light on the scanner shone a sharp red; the computer showing a blank screen as Felon's particulars were nothing but absent.

Felon's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Erm...sorry, Sir. But I can't find your particulars," the guard stuttered.

Felon drew his wrist back as he gave an unsure look back to his comrades.

Grett and Trey returned a weak smile.

"I have to call the superiors now," the guard reported.

"No. Scan again."

"I'm afraid that's not how it works Sir..."

"Listen here you slimy, dick-sucking bitch. I am a Crewman. I was genetically bred by Alad fucking V himself! So, unless you want to be held accountable for wasting the precious time of our superiors, I suggest you just scan my wrist again!" Felon barked, snatching the guard up by his chest.

The guard swallowed a mouthful of fear as Felon dropped the Crewman back into his chair.

"Al-...alright..."

He gestured for Felon to repeat the identification procedure.

Felon inserted his wrist once again, impatient; the scanner's light still shining a pale, uneasy blue...


Back in the Liset...

"Quick!" Freyarch rushed.

"Quiet! It's harder than it looks!"

Levon tapped the buttons on the holographic display, working fast and hard to match the patterns as the Tenno tried desperately to solve the complex Corpus puzzles that showed up; trying his best to hack into the encrypted system.

Then, the puzzle was done.

Levon celebrated triumphantly, his happy hands raised in the air wildly.


The scanner continued shining a pale blue...

Felon swallowed audibly, again.

Then, the light changed.

Everyone looked.

The scanner shone a confirming green as Felon was clear.

Felon heaved a sigh of relief as he silently thanked Levon.

"Oh!" the guard muttered, still in slight disbelief. Corpus technology was everything; reliable, advanced...malfunctioning was not one of the words used.

But the computer proved the Crewman otherwise; it reflected Felon's particulars. And true enough, Felon Vaus was an Elite Crewman with 5 years of experience, created under the supervision of Alad V.

Felon returned a proud smirk.

"Fucker," he sassed at the guard, beckoning for his friends to join him.

Grett and Trey stepped forward; the scanner shining an instant green as their wrists were scanned.

Trey pointed his middle finger at the guard as he walked by.

"We're demoting you," Grett added, glaring at the guard as he brushed past the scanner.

The three subdued their happiness within them as they made their way past the preliminary security checks and to the visitor room of the jail complex.

"Excuse me? Could you call for Darvo Bek? We need to speak to him," Grett called for a Crewman.

"Ah, about his execution?" The Crewman innocently asked.

"Yes...his...execution," Grett hesitated, nodding.

The Crewman rushed to a terminal swiftly, his fingers gliding over the keyboard and expertly tapping a few buttons, barking an order into a microphone as he did.

"Looks like we got here in time."

Soon after, a door opened and a Corpus man strolled into the room.

"Ah..." Darvo sighed as he lazily sat in front of the three men in Corpus uniforms.

"What do you want this time?" Darvo asked, annoyed.

Felon leaned closer to Darvo.

"We're not Corpus."

"We're with the Tenno," Grett whispered.

"We're here to free you," Trey continued.

"Hm?"

"What do you know about this?"

Felon discreetly slid a small piece of paper into Darvo's hands. The Corpus man inspected the poorly scribbled drawing with a quick glance, instantly recognizing the device despite the drawing even a 5 year old could beat.

"Ahh...Ascaris Bolt. You need help to get it off huh?"

The three males nodded.

"Well, I don't know if you noticed but..."

Darvo leaned forward, making sure each of them could hear his remark.

"...I am incarcerated," he continued, turning his head to face each operative at each word.

"We'll handle that. Can you get it off?" Felon asked.

Darvo nodded.

"Alright then. Go back to your cell, we'll... give you the signal," Grett notified, stressing on his last word.

"When you pick me up, I need you to bring an explosive."

Without offering an explanation, Darvo headed back into his cell.

The three looked at each other; they knew what they had to do. They knew where they had to go. The operatives rushed out of the visitor room and made their way deeper into Mariana Jail.

A giant command center stood over every thing; Crewmen stationed inside observed prisoners go in and out of their cells while they sipped on their drinks, watching fellow guards patrol the corridors. Nothing went by unnoticed. The command center offered everything; control, surveillance...it was also the only way the operatives could release Darvo.

Felon turned to his friends as they ascended the metal staircase leading to the command center.

"Ready?"

Grett and Trey returned a determined nod.

Satisfied, Felon kicked the metal door of the command center down, swiftly grabbing the attention of every Crewmen inside.

"Hello," Trey jeered.

The Crewmen looked at each other, unsure, their drinks now put down. With a violent push, Felon sealed the door shut, making sure their party wasn't interrupted.

"Hi," Grett continued.

A flurry of bullets were exchanged and muzzles flashed...


Darvo Bek paced about his cell, hands behind his back as he walked back and forth within the empty, smelly concrete room, waiting impatiently.

Anticipation and excitement built up within the Corpus man with every step he took, he just couldn't wait to get out of this horrible cell and reclaim the life he had.

The door to Darvo's jail cell opened...

Darvo stared out into the open space, confused. Was this it? Was this the "signal"? Or was this just a system malfunction?

"What the hell?!" A Warden exclaimed as he walked into view, drawing out his Prova and keeping Darvo in his cell; like a trainer with his circus animal.

More cell doors behind the Warden opened; inmates from within stepped out into the light as they shot each other confused glances. They looked up to the command center, bewildered.

From within, three men gave the inmates a thumbs up.

Then, the inmates noticed the outnumbered Warden. His intimidation dissipated as he realized the amount of inmates that were ambling about the holding area.

The inmates swiftly swarmed the Warden, brutally disarming him and violently whacking the defenseless Warden.


"Ugh...sorry," Trey muttered as he watched the violent scene unfold on one of the camera's screen.

"Sorry," he said, once again, as the inmates continued to punch the Warden.

"Play this," Felon ordered as he passed Trey a music disc.


Music started to blast from the jail's loudspeaker as a rhythmic whistling confirmed a sign of rebellion...

"Cold! The air and water flowing..."

Alarms blared in Mariana Jail. Footsteps were heard as a stampede of guards started to rush to the holding area, their Deras held firmly in their hands as they sprinted.

Darvo walked out of his cell, seeing the guards come closer. He turned to the command center.

"OPEN ALL!"

Following his commands, Trey's palm hovered over a red button; a button with signs that reinforced danger, painted in red for obvious reasons. He pressed it. Every single cell opened. Inmates dashed out, facing the guards that had tortured and kept them in their horrid cells. They looked up to the command center, immediately realizing that the three within was not Corpus.

The inmates then realized what this was.

A jailbreak.

Prisoners darted about, sprinting all over the jail like a pack of free monkeys and pouncing onto Crewmen.

Darvo silently skulked his way out of the fight and met the three operatives soon after.

Trey passed the Corpus man a glowing device.

"Your explosive, as requested."

"Good. Let's go."

As Darvo turned, Grett clutched the Corpus man by his arm, holding him back.

"Wait! Darvo! What the hell?! We can go now!"

"No, operative. I have to do something first."

"Alright, quickly," Felon asserted.

Darvo led the three down a series of staircases and descended into what seemed like the basement of Mariana Jail. In the concrete basement, only one room was presented.

Weak lights lit the hallway as all kinds of warning signs were pasted on the walls. Words written in Corpus language that were painted or engraved were all over the place; all of which warning people to stay away from the single room. The ominous room had a heavy metal door holding whatever was held in the room captive. A special cell for God knew what. A special cell that cooked an uneasy feeling within the operatives.

But Darvo advanced.

"Er...Darvo! These signs are here for a reason!" Grett warned.

But Darvo did not care.

The Corpus man planted the explosive onto the door and blasted it into smithereens. The man from within the sinister jail cell stepped into the light, inhaling a breath of fresh air as he emerged from the smoke, cheerfully meeting his Corpus friend.

"How we doing, buddy?" Darvo greeted as the man came into full sight of the operatives.

The man was not very tall...for his kind.

The Grineer raised his hands into the air, happy.

"CLEM!"