When I returned from rescuing Darvo to my Orbiter, Ordis was freaking out. Both of them. "Operator, Tenno Titanium's vitals are spiking!"
"Tenno Crimson, my Operator left on a mission and now she's DEAD unconscious!"
Then, in unison, "Help her!"
"Ordis, go! Take me to her!"
After we got to Lith, I discovered that Titanium had responded to an urgent defense transmission from the Lotus. It was at a relatively highly ranked facility, already being consumed into the pervasive jungle that now surrounded much of the planet.
She was getting mauled by a pair of drahks, but mostly ignored by all the rest of the Grineer in favor of assaulting the defense objective, which apparently had not exhausted its shields yet. Good. I could focus on eradicating the presence of Grineer around my sister.
"TENNO SKOOM!" One lonely Lancer had noticed me, only to be cut down for his trouble. Three more fell to my Paracesis.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" My rage, my protectiveness, and my panic had long since merged into a simmering, destructive resolve to do whatever was necessary.
I tore into them like a bank of storm clouds on a clear day.
When I finished the wave, the clearing was silent, fallen soldiers on the ground around me. Some groaned with injuries, carefully inflicted by the sagging yellow and green form laid out on the cryopod. I turned slowly, eyeing the entire area. Voices were coming from a ways away, and I felt my jaw bunch up back in my orbiter.
I suppressed the urge to leap after them, to destroy them utterly, and knelt next to my sister's Mag, placing a medpack on the ground beside her.
"My turn," I snarled. I jumped from the kneeling position, spiraling through the air. The offending party was in my sights. Disease bubbled along the length of my Paracesis, and my Basmu hummed in its holster. It was time. I let go on the tight rein I had been keeping on my fury, and rained destruction and infestation on my enemies.
A larva, a stomp. I fell into an easy rhythm, casting, slicing, and shooting as the case may be. I roared, bringing Infested tissue out of my body and into the ground around me. A Grineer, shooting at my sister? Shot down in a second. A Butcher, running at the defense objective, was cut down in a quick twirl of my blade. When will they stop? When will it end? Titanium had collapsed into a full-on bleedout. I abandoned my frame and revived her. Good as new! I glanced around. There didn't seem to be any Grineer left. I returned to my sister, who was sitting up a little bit, swaying.
"I'm going to call Ordis. He's going to send both of our landing crafts. One will pick up the objective, and the other is going to pick us up. It appears that I've-" She was spasming on the ground. Do warframes get seizures? Was the flesh around that blasted Grineer device was getting swollen and inflamed? Crap. "Ordis! I need you to send both of my landers ASAP! Titanium's Grineer issues are getting worse, so send the negator to her Orbiter."
"Make them BLEED Operator!"
"Already did, buddy. Now let's get moving! She needs medical attention, so make sure her Cephalon knows."