Titanium stood in the front of her orbiter, staring out at the stars. Crimson's was to the left, flying right beside hers. She nodded to herself. He had gone over there to get ready to go, commenting as he left about adding some colors to the ship. She was wondering what colors were, to tell the truth. And she needed a distraction to keep her mind from what she had done, and his advice on the matter.
She turned and went down the ramp into the main room of the orbiter. A huge thing labeled "arsenal" caught her attention. She walked up to it and stood in the faint light it cast, and tapped the first button she saw.
It was an illustration of her Paris, and when she tapped it, a rainbow appeared in a dot grid.
"Colors," she breathed, remembering. She tapped on the blue, and some of the swirling, beautiful lines of her bow turned that exact shade. Excited, she tapped on a bright shade of purple but cringed at it. She went back to the blue.
She clicked on another button and colored another piece of her Paris green. She grinned. Next was grey, weaving through the bowstring. She set it all off with some pale yellow.
Happily, Titanium laced each of her weapons with the colors, until she was satisfied. She hit the image of her ship. Selected that green. Highlighted with yellow. Threw up the blue and grey.
Finally, she finished her gear-coloring frenzy. She scrolled down and saw something that made her pause, biting her lip. It was a picture of herself. She clicked on it, choosing the yellow that wove in and out of her weapons and ship. Her hand changed color, turning that yellow that reminded her of summer. She selected green, and watched her arm coils settle into gentle green. She watched as blue ran over the edges of her breastplate.
She backed away from the arsenal. Her world, which had been greys and blacks for so long, was the colors of growing things, with a little grey, because she could never forget where she used to be. She smiled, then caught herself in a reflective portion of the wall. Yellow crept up the sides of her helmet, lined with green. The.. Thing that had been put on her glowed.
She frowned to herself, but the face of the image in the wall only continued swirling. Like the little void it was.
Titanium stared. While she was on the way, she had decided to explore her codex. She'd stumbled to the Levarian, and began working her way through the exhibits. She was currently in the Ivara exhibit, reading about her triumph over the Myrmidon. She was drawn in, holding her breath as the battle was narrated, when Ordis interrupted.
"We've arrived at E Prime, Operator." Titanium nodded and exited the exhibit, headed for her Liset.
"Good luck Operator!" Ordis said. "Tear them to shreds!"
Titanium felt her stomach roll a bit as she boarded the lander.
About a half-hour later, Titanium yelled as she tried not to take the Cephalon's advice to heart. She was fighting her way to the last data vault. She was surprised that she'd even made it this far.
She gritted her teeth and pulled a soldier to herself, whacking him across the face with her bo. She could see the vault to her left and down a flight of stairs. Once she got herself some breathing space, she launched into the air, landing in a crouch near the panel. And of course, she had triggered another alarm on the way.
She hacked the panel as quickly as she could, and dashed into the room, slamming a hand into the console with a snarl. But she was too late. The data was gone.
"The Ascaris is working… breaking through. I see the shadows of your mind."
The voice stopped her in her tracks, made her feel sick. She shouldn't listen. So she won't. Two data vaults would be enough. It was progress towards getting the ascaris off. Red lit her vision as the Grineer she had left behind attacked again. She ran. There was no reason to engage and hurt more people.
Following the green flare in her eyes, she got to extraction. She chose not to read her kill stat. She knew that she wouldn't like it.