Hi! I am so sorry it's been a very very long time since my last edit! And due to recent popular demand and some extra media attention, Ive become a meme of sorts but yet here I am to further feed the madness. Some disclaimers as of now I am very aware of the proper continuity of the frame's and their actual anatomy. SO as it continues and further into my own madness, and trying to incorporate all of the recent changes to the lore and the Prime status of the frames in question. So this will be a mess.
And so this is the story revisited and edited to be an AU that has the Operators are young adults and are spiritually connected to the frames and can't control the frames from a distance as we do from our orbiter. (this avoids loli-con) And this is of different Characters and is a side story and will coincide with the main "plot", and the main plot configured to figure this in.
The sound of a body landing on the floor resonates down the long hallway, blood and other viscous liquids spraying from the still standing legs. Dispersing his blade to examine the surroundings, the Tenno looks around himself; noting that the shut doors should be enough to mask the noise of the body and the dying screams of pain from the Corpus Proxy whose fate was decided by a quick slash from the Tenno's blade. How ever he may have enjoyed hearing the screams and beggin from an awake and aware corpus, this mission was of great importance and with every second the Target doesn't know of his assailants, the more likely the mission would go as planned, and the monster that was Alad V would be slain and maimed for his crimes against the system and all of its inhabitants.
The blood curdling scream of another crewman was a surprise, but not nearly so as the voice's owner being flung from down the other end of the hall clear into the door on the other side, a large glowing arrow pinning him to the wall and he struggled to pull it out or un-impale himself from it. His pain was short however, as soon as he hit the wall and even before he could lean forward to examine his situation Ash, another Tennno appeared before him and drove a long glowing dagger into his head and twisted it, bringing the crewmans world to darkness.
"You fool someone could have heard him!" the first Tenno exclaimed in a rasping voice with clear frustration.
"It's fine you worrisome fool" Ash sneered as he pulled his arrow from the door. The door automatically opened to reveal what looked like a large room with lockers on each side and a large hangar door on the side away from the tenno. Each locker with lights covering it with either red, green or unlit accent lights that indicated if it was unlocked or required a Kubro to smash open.
"We are to close to fuck this up now, we are moments away from eing able to kill Alad while his Zanuka isnt here!", The Taller Tenno explained as he crossed the room slowly, inspecting his large revolver like Pistol; checking to be sure it was re-loaded and free from any debris from the previous crewman that he had sliced open like melons to a freshly sharpened blade. As he approaches the door, it slides open and reveals an even larger open aviary space that was lined with windows showing the Jupiter atmosphere in all of its chaotic glory. And in the center was a large holding device, and next to it stood their target. Alad spun around in pure shock and terror as he made the conclusion that he was in a bad way.
"Oh Tenno.. I see your arrogant fool of a Lotus has sent you to die! And i'll even do it without my lovely Zan.." He didn't even finish his sentence before he was suddenly wrapped in barbed chains and pulled and contorted into a horrendous pose, his joints being twisted and popped out of socket, He let out a scream of surprise and horror. "What please wait to hear me out! I.. I.. could give you Nef's position, wait please!", Alad exclaimed, stuttering as the pain continued, his suits Auto healing feature extending his agony. The two tenno twirled mid air and landed in front of him, the taller of the two stood straight up, clad in white and red, resembling the priests of old. The figure leaned forward and Alad could hear the soft click of a gun being cocked, the figure whispered with a voice of barely restrained sadistic joy, "I couldn't care less about what you have on Nef, i'm here just for you" BAM! The gun went off and Alad's knee was blown out and he tried to jerk with pain only resulting in the barbed chains digging into and past his suits thinner spots bringing him into more pain.
Ash waited patiently as he watched his Comrade Harrow have his sadistic fun, turning Alad's world into an endless pain cycle. Though Ash had seen it before, he still wasn't used to the sight and had to look away as the stutterd screams of Alad filled the room. He looked at how Alad's lack of decorations made the room seem all the more out of place. As if it was designed with the sole purpose of having an audience to watch Alads schemes.
Alad begging for death suddenly felt the chains dig deep and pull him to his knees and head wrenched up, grunting in protest he barely had time to look up before the barrel of the Vasto model pistol was smashed through his teeth and up against the roof of his mouth, breaking most of them in the process. "I'll let you have this mercy, for now, seams your guards are on their way," Harrow said with clear displeasure and boredom in his voice before blowing the corpus scientists brains out with bang.
And as soon as Alads' body went limp the door opened and the crewman poured into the room, Moa's in tow. The tenno readied their weapons, this fight was going to be brutal. The first crewman open fired with pointed laser blasts right for Ash, but the tenno's shields held and as retaliation he slid next to the crew man and cut him down at the knees and he fell forward with a thud, and with that the rest open fired. Ash threw down a smoke cloud and began his assault, cleaving the crewman and their automatons into pieces. Harrow's face plate glew with anticipation and began to speak his hallowed covenant, the same chains he brings pain with onto himself, each bullet striking him bringing him into power and self determination ecstasy. And with the first wave of fire ending he stood firm taking a moment to collect himself before throwing forward his thrubel, his religious artifact bound to him, and with each mid air flip more and more crewman where fixed to the ground in poses unnatural, their joints twisted and bones broken, skin torn to shreds as the barbs dug deep. Then the death began, Harrows shots rang out, homing true to the skulls of each enemy, for a brief second Harrow could see their faces and the terror they felt, giving him near over stimulating levels of joy as their heads exploded from the large caliber handgun he wielded.
As the bodys continued to pile up, the progress of the tenno where making down the corridor began to slow down to a crawl. The Crewmen were beginning to use heavy weapons, moas and technicians, their elite were trying and failing to stop the tenno in their blood soaked ballet. One such technician began to formulate a plan, signalling to his personal moa he attached the extendable power cable to his opticore power supply and began to charge the blast, hoping and praying it would be enough to even momentarily punch through the shields of one of the tenno. With each passing second the charge built more and more, he could hear the sizzling of the metal in the capacitor as it began to degrade. The one shot would have to be enough. The project must not be found, they can not take another step towards the real reason for the facility.
Blood stained and invigorated, Ash made his way through the ranks, seemingly and literally using the void to transport himself instantly to his next victim and decapitate them, aiming for the crewman who poses heavy weapons. The next one was ready for him, reading his blade he aimed for the crewman's neck, only to be met with a prova to the side of the head, sending him reeling. Landing mere feet in front of the Crewman with the opticore. Dazed, he never saw the gun aimed for him, he never saw the flash of light as it released the energy, he never saw who saved him that day.
He had it, the shot. As the tenno lay he aimed the mighty weapon, then something went wrong, the core exploded. He felt the heat before the metal shrapnel. He didn't even scream, not that he could as the air from his lungs burned away in a flash of blue and white plasma. The last thing he saw was the end of the whip that had hit his moa causing the explosion.
The explosion sent Ash flying again only moments after he had been hit with the prova, except this time he landed with the grace that only a warframe could achieve, landing on the shoulders of a technician and shoving both arm blades deep into its chest cavity. The technician sprayed blood like a fountain, hoesing down his comrades as he went down with a thud, Ash moving to his next target resumed his slaughter.
Korha stood admiring her handy work, the burnt corpse of a corpus crewman, a presentation of her philosophy that waiting for the perfect moment to both deal the most damage but also humiliate her enemy was played out perfectly. But for now she would have to wait to enjoy it, the more pressing matter was getting the three of them to the drop ship in one piece. The mission had gone off without a hitch, well until Venari had decided to hang a crewman by his neck with her barbed wire as a joke. It was funny, but less so to his battle buddy who then sounded the alarm and plunged their assassination mission into such a bloodbath, not that Harrow or Ash cared much. They both had their reasons for coming. Ash for the sake of his mission to de-construct the Corpus command structure and Harrow's.. Well his reasons are more for the retribution of sins and all his self loathing, and well I did it because the crewman bleed more in person then they do in the simulacrum. Just the thought of Harrow reminds her of how they first met 2 cycles ago...
Wandering around the ship, she found herself captivated by the different rooms and showings of trophies and armory's of blades and more firearms then she could ever hope to use. But that wasn't where she found him, no she found him in an unmarked off shoot, a room not on the map. She heard him before she saw him. Wet ripping and slapping noises of metal on flesh. She found Harrow kneeling in the middle of the room, back covered in gouges and bruising galore. Before she could even ask what had happened he struck himself with viscous force, splattering blood all over the floor behind him. His form shuddering and convulsing, he was feeling every bit of the pain. At first she sat and watched in confusion and mild arousal, curious as to what would drive a tenno to self mutilation as a pass time. He never noticed her or even if he did he paid her no mind, only continuing his ritual of relentless strikes with his own thurbal. Each strike seemed to be lighter and lighter despite the clear effort increase for each swing, this continued until he was so weak that he let go of the instrument instead of getting a proper swing, it being dropped behind him clanging on the metal floor as it came to stop at Korha's feet. She jumped back in surprise by the noise having been reminded that she wasn't exactly supposed to be seeing what was happening, recoiling from the discarded and blood soaked instrument, waiting patiently for something else to happen. He sat for what felt like hours before slowly slumping over from blood loss. Confused and now aware of the severity of the cuts Khora summoned Venari and with one telicentic command she ordered her soul bound kavat to use her powers of healing to heal the unconscious warframe dying on the cold floor.
With a bang she snapped out of her day dream, the heavy stomping moa's had made their way to them and were now doing what they do best. No matter, they fell regardless. The team cut their path through wave after wave of crewman and their atomotans, none standing in their way. Until they made it to the extraction point. The symbiotic effect of her own ability to use the void to restrict their opponents combined with Harrow's ensured that most enemies never even had a chance to fire a shot or swing a blade before their head exploded like a morbid balloon struck by a needle. The fighting increased in intensity once the dropship pulled close, each tenno docking into their own landers before taking off into the swirling atmosphere of jupiter to return to their cloaked fortress in the outer kuiper belt of the system.
As the orange clouds of gas and miscellaneous dusts faded to the black of space and its cold vastness, she continued to reminisce on their first encounter…
Harrow awoke with a start once he had been healed enough to regain consciousness, vision hazy with black spots speckled across his view as he tried to assess what had happened. Once his head and vision had cleared he connected the dots as to what had happened. "What.. what did you see?" He quivered out, barely able to hide his embarrassment.
"Enough to know that you would have died if I didn't find you, what is this room? Why isn't the Dojo's auto healing system kicking in? Why did you turn your shields off?.. What.." He tried to stand quickly to resume his normal proper upright posture only to topple back over. Khora caught him and slowly lowered him to the ground, having him lean on the door frame as to pull him into the range of the Auto healing properties of the ship. After a few laybord breaths he managed to get out his story in ragged short breaths, quality of speech and breathing improving as he was healed.
"I.. well I.. this room was built in secret, i needed a place away from the.." He violently lurched forward in a coughing fit before sitting back up, "I needed a place away from the others, they would never understand why I must do this, As they have not committed the sin that I have. I failed everyone when The Man in the wall escaped the prison that I was to keep secure by keeping myself in constant agony, forever to hold my covenant and faith in the ritual." He fell silent and dropped his head in shame and stammered with clear broken pride," In my weakness I stopped the ritual for a split second thinking he was asleep, thinking he wasn't that fast, but not only was I wrong, I was horrendously naive, He instantly took the chance to escape and succeeded in evading the bindings of the ritual. Leaving only me in my solace to be forever locked in place, no longer in pain but forced to stair at my failure for a millennia as he escaped and formed cults and corrupted a world I swore to protect from him."
They both sat in silence the only sound being the soft hum of the machinery in the walls. Khora looked over Harrow's wounds and noted that they healed beautfly for how deep they were. She relaxed and told Venuri to go back to stand-by, Venuri de-materialized into particles resembling sharp diamonds and strands of razor wire. She spoke softly, asking the burning question in her mind "But then why would you continue to mutilate yourself..?" He responded in a cleaner voice having healed properly and being restored to good health, "Because I deserve it, and I don't expect anyone else to understand why. I can never experience enough physical pain to equate to what my selfishness has caused for the system. And now that the secret is out, I will have to find another place to commit to this ritual." He stood up swiftly and turned to leave but was stopped when Khora grabbed his arm, "I wont say a word to anyone else about this on a few conditions.." He turned and tilted his head "ok, well what are they? Extra resources? Favors?" She stood still gripping onto his arm intently, "Not quite, my conditions are this, You let me oversee this to be sure you don't die from over doing it, and.. And well letting me get a few strikes in myself.. " She whispered the last part having leaned into him, confused He retorted, "why would you need to punish yourself, you have done nothi.." She cut him off with a flick of her whip hitting the back wall of the room, tearing off metal in thousands of tinty gouges. "No I want to be the one to strike you, the blood and causing pain that you clearly so badly want excites me.." She purred, pushing the whip handle under his chin, skating the sharp pommel across his shields. He stood his ground, quietly considering his options and weighing the benefits and coming to a decision. "I accept, meet me here at the same time tomorrow, I see no reason why I should refuse." And with that Khora giggled and dragged her sharp blade covered knuckles down his chest, bouncing off the shield till it gave and she left cuts that healed quickly but still left the implication. She was excited for now she could indulge into her urges on a participant that is willing and appreciative of the pain that she longes to inflict onto others.
She awoke from the daydream by the sound of the ship's navigation voice to text announcing loudly that they were arriving and to prepare for landing, but all she could focus on was preparing for their session later that day.
SO! A Lot different Aye? I look forward to feedback, as I intend on continuing this story alongside my other. Updates on this one will be fewer and hence longer parts. Anyways, thank you for the read and any rates you feel this story deserves!