-How can one so small, endure so much pain? Banou, what more can you suffer?
-Sidenote: To retract what I stated in the previous chapter, I won't be making the one-shot stories as a separate compilation after thinking it over. I plan to continue them after the final chapter which will be either 9 or 10, since I didn't cover everything I wanted to in this installment. The stories will be clearly noted as not being in direct continuity with the main plot and thus, part two will be titled properly to announce the next true chapters. It will arrive once I've finished with the one-shots which will be whenever. I promise they will not disappoint and that this story arc will end on a somewhat satisfying note.
Chapter 8: Truth and Reconciliation
Her voice clung to the Excalibur like a fine resin and made the Tenno grow silent. She calls out his name once more, staring at the Warframe as she tries to stand. The other Tenno walk over to the pair with their weapons lowered, but ready to strike. Ren cannot find the words to address Nisha as his fellow Warframes approach cautiously. The female Grineer brings her Gorgon's barrel to face the others and prompts the Tenno to do the same. The Excalibur sees the rising tension and comes between them, drawing all eyes on him.
Myrrha's posture and tone are as hostile as ever. "Ren, you better have a good fucking reason why you're defending this bitch."
"Everyone just lower your weapons and calm down. There's no need for this to get uglier than it already is." The boy says.
Nisha narrows a glare down to the Atlas, before turning her anger to the Excalibur. "Forgive me Ren, but we are beyond pleasantries now."
"Bitch is right pipsqueak, talk is cheap. Let's finish what we started!" Myrrha exclaims, raising her Drakgoon with one hand.
Freya and Keeva's words are in agreement with their captain, their distrust of the Grineer warrior is not without justification. But as much as Banou knows she must side with her brethren, she wants to hear what Ren has to say as well.
"Please, everyone! We should at least give Ren a chance to explain himself should we not? He is one of us after all."
Myrrha interjects. "That's now debatable, depending on what the little squirt has to say."
"Go on Ren, tell them." The Nyx urges on.
The Excalibur turns his head to his fellow Tenno and then to Nisha, sighing greatly. "Her name is Nisha. And if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be standing here today."
The Tenno captain continues "Your dumbass needed saving? Big surprise! So what, that makes her cool now? Are we supposed to be buddies or some shit?"
Nisha steps over to Ren, grabbing the Excalibur and pressing the Warframe against her armored body. The others watch anxiously as the Grineer talks. "What Ren actually means to say is that he is my male and I am his female! Who are you to him?"
Ren looks to his team and then to Banou, stammering and motioning his hands for some sort of explanation.
"No. Fucking. Way. You horny little bastard, I didn't think ya had in ya shrimp! Wow that's really fucked up Ren..." Myrrha says with an excited disposition, rotating her gaze to Banou. The Nyx has fallen to her knees, her arms drooping as she mumbles.
"B-but... you said... you... back on the sh-ship... the... the promise... you said... you s-said..." Banou's words sink into an abyss, she begins sobbing softly as Keeva runs over to comfort her. The Trinity tenderly holds the crying Nyx in her arms and shoots her head up at Ren.
"How could you do this to her? How could you be such a piece a shit?" Keeva apathetically says.
"Keeva, I can explain!" Ren calls out.
"Don't! Don't you dare come near me or Banou! Just, just go away Ren! Please..."
"Banou?"
But the Nyx does not speak back to him. Freya too keeps silent, knowing this is not her place to speak and goes with the flow of her teammate's wishes. The Rhino user lowers her firearm as Keeva holds Banou while they walk towards an exit out of the storage room. The Atlas puts her shotgun on her shoulder and looks at the Excalibur slumped on the ground. Nisha has released him.
"I think it would be best if we went our separate ways now. See ya around Ren, it's been fun! Ha-ha-ha-ha!" The one-armed Warframe states with a laugh that trails off as she disappears behind a closing blast door. Waiting quietly in the expansive storage room there lies, the little Tenno and the tall Grineer. She stares at his defeated figure over the loss of his Tenno and that one female in particular, his body language confirms her suspicion. Nisha stumbles back away from Ren as he turns around to her. This time he is the one calling out to her, but her voice carries disgust and sorrow.
"It is true, is it not? You were that other Tenno's mate as well! Even though you said you were already mine!"
"Nisha it's not like that-" The boy pleas before being cut off.
"Shut up! I do not want to hear your excuses either."
He recoils at her yelling as she comes stomping over to the Excalibur and her fist rises to his face. It stops inches from his Warframe's small horn and floats in the air before him.
"Well at least now we know. It really was just a mistake."
"Nisha, no please!"
"I said shut up!" The tall female growls, shoving the Excalibur back."If I ever see you again... ugh! You truly are the worst Ren!"
With those somber words, Nisha leaves to the opposite blast doors and never once looks back.
The little Tenno, he no longer possesses the will to go on. There is nothing worth fighting for anymore, no one to protect, no one to love. He has lost everything as he once had several years ago. But only this time, he does not have Sudo by his side or even a ship. Ren rests his arms on his knees and slouches his head in thought, sitting among the Grineer dead and carnage. What is he to do now? Myrrha and the others will surely see the mission through and Nisha holds no ties to the Tenno and will probably return to Tul'Ruk. She might even become his mate for all he knows and...
No! That very idea unacceptable to him. Nisha is his female and so is Banou, both of them are! Ren hops to his feet out of his dark thoughts and gathers his weapons, he must reclaim his women. He does not care how selfish it sounds or how manipulative he has been, Ren cannot stand being the one that has caused them this pain. But which direction does he travel first? Nisha sounded like she would kick his ass if he searches for her and Keeva implied the same for Banou. Well one thing is certain, he cannot stay here! The roars and wails of the Infested have caught up to him as the monstrosities come barging in from all sides. Ren leaps up to the catwalks above and heads to the first door in sight. He slices some charges, dodges a boiler and just barely escapes the grapple of ancient healer. The Excalibur races through the desolate halls and rooms brimming with corpses and signs of battle.
The Skana he wields, the sharpness of the blade is his only consolation in this moment of doubt. His Boltor rifle too brings some comfort in staving off the perils brought forth by those that dare to oppose his mission. Neither Grineer, Corpus, nor even Infested prove victorious over Ren's tenacity, his relentless slaughter leaves his Warframe a bloody canvas. The red aroma lures the corrupted in droves behind him like a tsunami. They claw at the Warframe until he can no longer resist their strength and numbers. But his body is not mutilated or torn asunder, the beasts, they haul the wretched being until they find the voice. Those words that have called to them from the farthest reaches of the planet, that signal that has driven them mad with insatiable bloodlust and yearning for the source. It is here, that Ren has been brought.
The madness, the insanity of the universe spills out of this one point on the dwarf planet and into the mind of Ren. It fills him with an unquenchable thirst and irrational rage. An Infested mass of flesh encompasses the dome-like room he has been dropped in. A variety of abominations stand at attention around the Excalibur, snarling and gurgling with restrained hunger. Then it came, the voice that wormed it's way through the boy's conscious on The Vur'ka. Ren lays on his hands and knees, swaying weakly from side to side as the Infested mass groans.
"Huuuuu... heeegh... hargh... child..."
The Excalibur leans back on his heels, searching for his sword that no longer sits in his palm while the Infested creature continues.
"Huuuuu have... heeeeergh... breathed life into... meeeeee... I shall... give pur-pose to... huuuuuuuuu..."
A broodmother waddles over with the clearly visible hilt of a blade jutting out from the beasts chest. The Infested holds just in front of the Warframe, as if presenting a weapon the way a sheathe would. Ren sticks out his hand and hesitates if only for a moment. He glances up at the Infested hive creature, with its five glowing eyes and multiple limbs. This sessile gargantuan organism is indisputably the original aberrant he had come across on his travels through that Corpus wreckage. Ren had collected the entity without struggle as it compliantly allowed itself to be taken along with some unusual looking chargers. It was a bipedal humanoid being before, but now it is a small mountain of monstrous will.
"Take... take... haaaaagh... this... po-wer... stop him... heeeeeeergh... you must..."
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" Ren states, with no useless sentiments holding him back. He grasps the sword's handle, estranged by the unfamiliar curve and ridged texture. The blade is retracted from the broodmother without much damage to the creature as it purrs back in response. Once freed and in the air, the red maggots that clung to the weapon drop off to reveal the altered Infested blade. It is wider, shorter than the Skana and infused with the corrupted flesh as notable from the spines protruding along the edges. But the blade is silent to his unafflicted ears, Ren knows that it wishes to speak with him.
He walks up to the sentient aberrant and is hoisted to its waiting cavity by its tentacles. From within the belly of the beast, the Warframe incubated and was born anew. A primordial ooze drenched the him as he spewed forth from the hive beast and stumbled to his feet. As an Excalibur, he is unrecognizable, but as an Infested infused Warframe he is clearly visible. The carapace like armor that adorns his figure, the flaring segments that flap aggressively, the rancid odor hovering above him, it all accentuates his transformation. His blade, the Mire, it implores its master for sustenance. Instinct and hunger drives the Warframe, along with an entire horde of Infested following tamely. Death, it comes.
. . .
At the final showdown in the facility, Corpus, Grineer, and the Tenno all square off in the hopes of claiming that which they have risked so much to obtain. It is this which the Twin Queens, the Board of Directors and the Lotus, all desire to obtain. The clashing armies deploy their strongest champions to defeat their enemies as quadrupedal lynx proxies engage the hearty bombard and heavy gunner units in all out warfare. The battle zone is the largest area the facility has to offer as it spans for a few miles in all directions and the only obstructions for cover are smaller buildings. At the heart of it all, Tul'Ruk and his elite guard challenge an unknown Corpus sergeant and his Bursa walkers. The Tenno are in route to the center of the fray and are only delayed by the firefights of the lowly grunts of the two armies.
The Atlas takes point with the Rhino guarding the rear and the Nyx and Trinity in the middle. Myrrha effortlessly guns down all in her path while her subordinates following her lead and the Tenno make themselves known to the enemy troops. Their progress is halted by nullifiers from both sides, leaving the squadron vulnerable to Vulkar rounds from Grineer ballistas and Supra shots from the heavy Corpus tech units.
"Freya, distract those snipers for a bit while I deal with those nullifying assholes. Banou, see if ya can get one of those tech troops on our side, and then unleash chaos on my signal. Keeva, uh, never mind you're good. Just keep those heals and energy supply coming. Let's move!" The captain delegates to her teammates as they carry out their individual assignments. Corpus and Grineer nullifiers are pummeled into bloody mounds by Myrrha as Freya introduces the close combat ethics to the long-range female fatales. Keeva suppresses some moas with her Attica repeating crossbow and is aided by Vectis bullets and osprey shielding from Banou and her new minion. The image of Ren clouds little Banou's thoughts every so often, causing her hold on the Corpus tech to falter suddenly.
"H-hey, Banou is something the matter sweetie? Your buddy there just took some pop shots at me!" Keeva exclaims with worry.
"Sorry! I was just a little distracted, it will not happen again!"
"Well I sure hope not! For my sake at least! Ha-ha!"
Myrrha barges in with the colors of war on her Warframe "Cut the chatter girls, I need ya for this next bit. Banou get as deep as ya can in that cluster-fuck over there and really cause some mayhem. I'll watch your back!"
The pink Nyx nods knowingly and sprints toward the mish mash of Grineer and Corpus bodies firing upon one another. The Atlas does not stray too far behind and uses her risen golems to soak up damage for her comrade. Like previous uses, the wave of pink energy traps the minds of all soldiers, proxies and even loyal beasts. They turn on their own without second thought, or any thought for that matter. The Tenno group up and stroll mostly unhindered as they head for one of four wide bridges that connect to the center piece of the facility. Not even the mounted Grineer turrets stationed as Bridge patrol can deter the Tenno with so many individuals shooting everyone and everything under the Nyx's influence. The machine gun fire is soon silenced by Banou's pinpoint accuracy and any other bridge defenders disposed of by the other Tenno. Their goal is in sight as the enemy forces dwindle in numbers, but in strength they vastly increase.
Myrrha and Freya plan to take the bulk of the enemy's resistance while Banou and Keeva secure their escape. Tul'Ruk turns his covered head, his mouth being visible like that of his brother's helmet and glares at the Tenno's arrival.
"Worthless scavengers! They just do not know when to give up, they must be reminded of their inferiority! I sure hope they put up a better fight than you did, he-he-he!"
The Grineer commander taunts as he snaps the neck of the Corpus sergeant and drops the empty husk to the floor. His gauntlet stirs with steam and whirring noises as it powers up until a copious amount of exhaust is discharged from his back integrated ventilation unit. The Corpus strike team is now without a head as only the fearless moas maintain their preprogrammed objective while the more fleshy combatants fall short and consider fleeing. The Grineer take pleasure in gunning down their hapless counterparts, taking prisoners is not on their agenda today. Neither is it on the Tenno's as the Atlas and Rhino tear through Grineer elite forces, until they reach the big cheese himself. Tul'Ruk comes slamming into the ground with a shockwave that does little to a Rhino's iron skin and Atlas' passive immunity.
"Come Tenno, it is your time! The Void calls!" The huge Grineer roars.
Tul'Ruk is a very well-armored Grineer of a mossy green tint that has some darker parts in his arm and leg pieces. His right arm has been replaced with an immense gauntlet laced with tubing and rotating mechanisms that allow for a rather versatile weapon that can inflict heavy impact damage. His feet extend only to his thigh armor where beyond that lies thin, but reinforced spring cocked legs for high jumps and mobility. He does not believe in the use of firearms and prefers more brutal melee tactics.
The Warframes quickly discover that punching and getting punched with Tul'Ruk is not the same the concept. When the Grineer connects with Freya, it splits and then breaks her iron skin almost instantly. Myrrha feels it would be wise not to find out what happens when direct contact is made and keeps the commander at a distance. But the massive Grineer leader just shrugs off most of the Tenno's weapons and manages to catch Freya in mid-air. He tries to crush the Waframe's figure, but her allies focused fire at his exhaust vents to his back make him yell with anger. Freya lands her fist right onto one of his three yellow eyes, cracking the glass socket. Just when the tide of battle seems to be turning in the favor of the two Tenno, Tul'Ruk's guards join the confrontation and distract the Tenno long enough for a dastardly sneak attack. As the one-armed Atlas duels a pair of guardsmen, the Grineer commander's fist rockets forward from his hand by an extended cable and the mighty gauntlet hits the Warframe's back. The force of the punch severs the spinal nervous system in two and destroys the Atlas' use of her legs as she plummets to the ground.
"Aha-ha-ha-ha! So fragile, are you Tenno? Breaking you will be easier than I thought!"
Freya shakes off the Grineer on her back and races to her captain's side.
"By the Lotus! Myrrha, can you stand? Shit! Guys we need to regroup elsewhere, now!"
But the Grineer troops block their bridge's path and Keeva and Banou are pushed into the shrinking circle that Freya and the limp Myrrha are in. The Trinity asks for the Nyx to disrupt the chain of command, but Grineer nullifiers launch their packs at the Orokin children and prevent them from putting up a fight. Their cover is diminishing as Corpus troops are barely anywhere in view and the Grineer's full attention is now on the weakened Warframes. A large fist of doom, penetrates the rubble Banou was hidden behind and grips the Nyx tightly as it reels her in to the sender.
Keeva cries out for her friend, but nothing can be done as heavier Grineer come between them and Freya struggles to protect Myrrha. The captain has exited her Atlas to continue the fight, but the lack of mobility and protection makes the usual Warframe strategy useless. Tul'Ruk squeezes his prize until he hears the inner workings of the Warframe flesh crunching and Banou screams for her life. She tries to use her abilities, but to no avail do they have the slightest effect on the commander's attitude as he chuffs down to her.
"You will make an excellent specimen for research! I have heard it is possible to remove you from that Warframes through physical means, although they tend to be excruciatingly painful. Like being skinned alive!"
"Commander!" A specially adorned heavy gunner greets. Tul'Ruk turns to her and asks of what news she brings.
"I regret to say this, but the Corpus have already captured the initial target! They are bringing it aboard one of their ships as we speak."
"Argh! No matter, they will not get far. Ready my ship and prepare a holding cell. I will not be going back empty handed!" The commander orders as he and some of his elite guard walk away with Banou in hand.
"No! You bastards!" The Trinity hollers in hateful spite. She urges Freya and Myrrha to follow in pursuit, but things are grimmer than they appear. The dark skinned Myrrha has fainted in the Rhino's arms, her injuries catching up to her. Keeva once again, beseeches Freya but is met with a startling yell.
"And do what Keeva? Get captured along with her? For fuck's sake, our is captain is unconscious, Ren's probably gone by now and we're surrounded on all sides without our abilities! What are we supposed to do exactly?"
"I'm not leaving without her! C'mon Freya, you know Banou would do the same for you! Please, we have to try!" Keeva beseeches. The Rhino thinks hard for a moment as she holds Myrrha in her hands and bullets fly above their heads. After what she has done to the girl, she would not blame Banou for leaving her for dead. But this is her chance for retribution, even if the odds are stacked against them. Even still, the Tenno would need a miracle to elude the Grineer closing in on them and still keep up with Tul'Ruk.
Freya notices the shortening of concentrated fire on their position and wonders what is going on. She peers over cover and finds the Grineer yelling in fear as Infested cross the bridges to their location. The plagued creatures devour and overwhelm the Grineer soldiers through sheer numbers as the Tenno take this opportunity to chase after Tul'Ruk. The Rhino cradles Myrrha as the Trinity clears out the retreating hostiles in pursuit of the commander. They follow the tracking coordinates of Myrrha's cephalon Marx and keep hot on the trail throughout the facility. The Infested seem to keep pace with them as well, but are always too busy engulfing unlucky soldiers caught in the tight corridors.
But as Keeva and Freya, who carries Myrrha and the Atlas in hand, arrive at the entrance to the surface; they find they are too late. Freya transfers her captain into the Warframe to prevent the chill of Eris from killing her, while Keeva watches in gut wrenching torment as Tul'Ruk and his men escape by a small dropship. The Tenno run out just as the ship flies up to the main Grineer vessel and curse their rotten luck for being too slow. Behind though, the Infested horde grows as they crawl out of the facility and towards the Rhino and Trinity.
Marx the cephalon quickly transmits to the Tenno "Operator I had to pull the ship back due to increased enemy aggression, would you like to hear the coordinates of the new pick up zone? Operator?"
"H-hello? Marx? Its Keeva! Myrrha's incapacitated and in need of urgent medical attention. I did the best I could with my Warframe but it's nowhere near enough! Give us the new coordinates and we'll be there on the double!"
The cephalon sends the Tenno the information and prepares the ship's medical bay. The Warframes make haste, but are stalled by the resurgence of Infested ahead of them. Out of ammo and out of time, Freya protects Myrrha as Keeva grabs the Orthos at her back. They huddle together and prepare for the onslaught as The Little Lotus is within sight. As it feels like their luck is running out, their miracle arrives. Standing tall on a ledge overlooking the Tenno, an armored crusader leaps into action. Swinging a mighty hammer and firing a loud machine gun, the warrior eradicates the horde. The Tenno look on in awe as their hero turns to meet them and are then stunned with their weapons drawn. She stomps through the snow and lifts her weapon to her chest. Her voice is as cold as the nipping frostbite of this planet's frozen lands and yet it burns them with a longing warmth.
"Now this is funny coincidence, would you not agree Tenno scum?"
. . .
The Grineer commander Tul'Ruk chases the Corpus from aboard his new destroyer class vessel, The Krl'Tir. He lumbers his way through a hallway in the lower compartment, not to the bridge, but to the cell blocks. An unruly Nyx struggles in the arms of two brutish heavy gunners as the commander walks ahead of them. Keeping pace next to the large Grineer leader is a smaller and thinner Grineer that acts as a sort of ship master for the vessel. Tul'Ruk may command from the bridge from time to time, but he finds his true calling on the ground with his men. To cope with the lack of his presence with the crew, he has found a second in command that oversees the ships operations while he takes to the battlefield. The only notable features of this Grineer is his stick-like armor and lack of eyes on his visage that is almost reminiscent of a Warframe's design. He stares back at the Nyx being dragged at the arms by the gunners and speaks to Tul'Ruk.
"Why do you insist on seeing the prisoner off commander? Do you think our men are incapable?"
"Of course not Krul! I lead only the strongest warriors the Grineer have to offer! But the Tenno are not to be taken lightly. I have already lost one ship, I will not lose another!"
"Right you are commander. But do you really think this one is that dangerous? It looks so frail and weak, hardly a threat."
"They all are! Every last one of them. Ha-ha-ha!"
Banou listens in on the pair as they switch the subject to Grineer politics and their plain discussion bores her. The two gunners carrying her by the arms at both sides seem distracted as well, but not enough that they would not notice the faintest movement from the Warframe at their feet. As she thinks of a way to free herself and return to her team, Tul'Ruk glances back from his glowing eyes. He announces that they have reached the holding cells and that if she makes any sort of fuss, he will be the one to remove her from her Warframe with his own hands. The gunners use electromagnetic bindings to hoist the Nyx up against a wall as Tul'Ruk and the inquisitive Krul watch from outside the open doorway. The thin Grineer asks the burlier Grineer if such a thing is possible, to remove a Tenno by force from the Warframe. Tul'Ruk shrugs and says it is worth a try. Before leaving the Nyx, they ensure her energy supply has been drained through a leech apparatus on the Warframe's left leg and right shoulder. The device has left Banou's Warframe sluggish and devoid of strength as she dangles off the ground and chained to the cell wall.
Tul'Ruk turns to Krul and leans in to him.
"How much longer till we intercept the Corpus ship Krul?"
"We are right on their tail, but their escorts are putting up a good fight. If they manage to regroup with their Flagship and the rest of their fleet, it will be impossible." The lanky Grineer points out as Tul'Ruk moves away. The commander scratches his chin with a thick metal finger from his gauntlet and motions for the gunners and Krul to depart.
"Commander?"
"Return to the bridge and keep me updated. I have some business with our guest."
The pink Nyx looks up at the Grineer as they leave, all except for Tul'Ruk who comes trudging over. His light feet thunder under the weight of his apparel and a low growl fills her ears like an animal approaching from beneath the brush. She tugs at her binds with no better results than the first several tries as the Grineer commander stands mere inches away from her. His huge frame lets their faces meet even with the Warframe strung a few feet off the prison cell. She takes one whiff of his musky smell and heaves forward in a gagging motion, much to the Grineer's pleasure. Tul'Ruk's gauntlet remains at his side while he inspects the Warframe with his relatively normal limb. He suddenly grabs her face by the cheeks with two fat fingers from his gauntlet and threatens to crush her jaw unless she speaks.
"I am not as foolish as you think I am, Tenno. I know there is no easy way to remove you from your puppet without killing you. Let us not come to that, shall we?"
Banou cannot so much as move her head away from his toothy grin but neither does she give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice.
"There is no need for you to suffer so much, so long as you comply. Now, you can exit this disgusting doll by free will or I can simply rip you out by force. The choice is yours Tenno." Huffs the large Grineer.
Banou knows she is powerless here, bound and sucked dry. It does not matter if she refused to leave her Nyx, he could easily rip her limb from limb until her transference-link is severed. And then who knows what he would do to her physical being, especially if she did not obey. How she wishes Keeva and the others would come barging in and whisk her away from this terrible situation. But more than anything, how she wishes Ren would save her once again from her misery like he did on that night. Sure he broke her heart back in the facility, but would he really do something so despicable and without any remorse? After all, the boy did not get a chance to explain himself and they just left him behind like he was nothing. Why does she still care for his safety after what he has done, why does it still hurt to think about him. She wants to let go, but Banou just cannot seem to release the feelings he has left her with. The possibility that she assumed too quickly is gnawing at her conscious, to hear his voice one more time is all she desires now.
The stink of the Grineer's breath reminds Banou of what she needs to do and fast if she wants live through this with all her bones intact. Tul'Ruk takes two steps back as pink energy molds itself into a human shape before dissipating and leaving behind a tiny Tenno. The small thing is female presumably from her feminine appearance and stands clutching her shoulders. She is prepared to endure any form of torture to preserve vital information that could jeopardize future and current Tenno operations.
"Insulting! Like a worm plucked from a rotten fruit, you are even more pitiful than that surrogate body."
Banou frowns at the insult while hiding under the edge of the single light of the cell. His insults are nothing that Myrrha has not said already and she ignores them. It is only when he takes another step closer that little Tenno grows anxious, his gigantic mountain of a form puts her on edge. Only now does she noticing his slightly slouched posture, to prevent his head from hitting the ceiling. There is nowhere to go aside from against the wall behind her and his incoming regular arm incites her reflexes to kick in. She covers her face, but no smack, slap or punch hits her and instead, something more horrific happens.
Banou twitches her head down to her groin to find Tul'Ruk's hand hooking her little garden from outside her Koppra suit. The flesh of his lips part for his deep and guttural voice to boom.
"You are not the first Tenno female I have broken, let me assure you of that! Such reserved whores you all are! It takes a good fucking before you harlots show your true colors!"
Little Banou shrieks, clawing at his armored hand in desperation. She cannot even budge his arm as he pokes her concealed tiny slit with a finger. The Grineer scowls as he takes back his hand and it impacts her face, knocking her to the floor.
"I no longer have patience for you Tenno. Now show me your bare flesh before I strip you myself!" Orders the Grineer sternly.
Banou just lies on the floor shaking with terror and letting her tears streak across her caramel complexion. Tul'Ruk sees her long-braided ponytail and yanks her off the ground by her chestnut brown hair. She kicks her legs and wails in agony, begging the large male to release her.
"If I have to hit you again wench, it will be with this hand!" He says while raising the gauntlet to her soaked visage.
"I u-understand! I understand! Pl-please put m-me down!"
He throws the small girl to the floor and watches her stumble to her footing. She tries to unzip her Koppra, but the zipper jams half-way down her torso and Tul'Ruk's vexed groan cause her hands to sweat. Her butter fingers and the wardrobe malfunction make her panic and unable to remove her clothes in time. Banou's golden eyes hone in on his rising hand and she pleads to his better nature.
"Wa-wait! Just wait! I am trying! Oh no! N-no ple-" She moans through her bawling before she is struck once more. This time she is beaten on her other cheek and it sends her towards the wall on her right. Her ruined hair drapes her face as she lays on her side, tasting the blood as it slips past her quivering lips. Tul'Ruk grabs a clump of her hair and pulls Banou to her knees as he begins to unfasten his lower section. The bruised girl watches mystified and in anguish as he removes his cod piece and other protective coverings. Her throat feels tight, her stomach queasy and her eyes sting from her ongoing weeping. Tul'Ruk unveils his member right before her eyes.
It is a massive organ, fitting for someone as large as him. Banou withdraws at the odorous stench, but Tul'Ruk's hold on her head brings the girl closer. He does not even need to be erect for his dangling genitals to brush her light brown lips. The girl on her knees and his height make for the perfect coupling as he goads her with a rough push.
"Open your mouth whore. Or else."
Banou does as commanded and her lips part for his fat glans to slide past her teeth and rest on her reluctant tongue. His cock does not compare to Ren's at all the little girl cries in her head. It exceeds the boy's length, but more noticeably, it is far thicker and wider. Banou hates how jaw-straining it is to take and how the darker coloration on the shaft makes it look more intimidating. Ren's tip was big but not this big, or grotesque in smell and appearance. The boy's dick was just the right size for her mouth and the pink tint of his glans was cute in a strange way to Banou. Not to mention treatment of her mouth as a mere fuck-hole. The poor girl's mouth is raped savagely as Tul'Ruk thrusts past her lips with a firm grip on the back of her skull.
Ren never used her like this and was even considerate enough to stop her from choking when she climaxed from their oral session. This huge penis that is plunging into her throat from more than half its length, makes her push up her stomach's contents. But every time she tries to puke, Tul'Ruk's phallus shoves her vomit back down her esophagus until she learns to control her gagging a little better. The only thing she is thankful for is that he has not attempted to ram his monster to the base, so she endures this throat violation the best she can.
"Ah yes! Your throat makes for a great hole Tenno filth! Argh! I might consider keeping you around as my slave if this keeps up!" Roars the Grineer, fucking her mouth wildly.
Banou begins to feel her small pussy slicken with female love juices and she screams with a mouthful of dickmeat. She cannot let herself enjoy this violent act, being used like nothing more than an object for this horrible male's release. It sickens her as she glances up to see his grinning wet mouth. The elasticity of her mouth is pushed to its limit as her oral orifice aches and she tries to keep her teeth from rubbing his penis. Lotus knows what he would do to her if she bit down on him. His grunts and groans are not something she enjoys hearing, the lewd sounds coming from her lips only embarrass her further. She can taste the pre-dribble on her tongue as it lubricates her insides and it is the most foul thing that has ever graced her sense. The constant choking and throat punching leaves her in pure torment as she prays for it to end soon.
Banou has no idea how much time has gone by when this Grineer finally fills her mouth with his vile seed. He snarls, clenching his teeth and shoving her deeper on his member than she thought possible. It erupts fiercely as a river of salty, hot Grineer cum is pumped into her stomach.
"Take it you fucking Tenno whore!"
Her eyes begin to teeter on the edge of her vision as they travel upwards and she cannot take any more of his jizz. It begins squirting out from the corners of her mouth and leaking out her nostrils. Tul'Ruk exhales gruffly and removes his pulsating organ from the dazed female and strokes the remainder of his spunk onto her panting face. Banou lurches forward and begins puking on the ground, coughing and gasping for air. The large Grineer chuckles lightly to himself before forcing the girl's lips around his penis once more to clean it off. He tosses her back as his girth regains its vigor and stands proudly over the convulsing female.
"Time for the main event Tenno! Try not to struggle too much, I might split you in half by accident he-he-he!"
Banou becomes aware enough that his words send her into a tantrum. But another hard slap puts the little girl in her place.
Tul'Ruk drops to his knees and pries Banou's legs open, ripping her clothing to reveal her silky warm skin and moist womanhood. She pushes against his chest piece with all her might and continues to plead through her sniffling. The Grineer commander plants his gauntlet next to her head and positions his erection at her tiny entrance. Her arms drop and fall to her sides in hopelessness. Banou turns her head to her side and whimpers softly to herself as a she is about to relive her nightmare all over again.
"Ren... wh-where are you? I am scared... please... s-save me..."
She feels her pretty pussy lips being stretched open by the Grineer's thick nub and loses herself.
"Stop, stop! There is no way it will fit! I will die! I will d-die! It will kill me!"
But as Tul'Ruk goes to insert his tool beyond her labia, a transmission from Krul pauses his fun. The thinner Grineer is hesitant to interrupt his superior's "interrogation" but the urgent new developments cannot wait. Krul informs his commander that he better come aboard the deck as soon as possible to see for himself. With that being said, the Grineer nudges Banou's trembling womanhood before leaving her.
"When this is all over, you can be sure that I will return. You will be begging for my cock when I am done with you, little Tenno harlot."
The girl lays on her back until the sound of his heavy steps can be heard no more and the cell block is silent. She touches her warm and wet cunt, and flicks away the fluids in abhorrence. She totters to her Warframe, still hurting from the Tul'Ruk's handling and inspects the bindings for a way to disable them. It is no use, they appear to be remotely controlled by one of the consoles she saw just outside her cell. The sound of footsteps approaching fills her with unimaginable fear again. What if it was just a false alarm and Tul'Ruk is coming back to finish the job already? She will not take it lying down anymore, Banou would rather die than be forced to copulate with someone other than Ren! She covers her ruined suit instinctively as the circular prison door reopens. But it is not Tul'Ruk to her relief, instead it is a pair of elite lancers that unlock her cell doors.
"I thought the boss would never leave!" The one on the right states.
"Yeah, big bastard never lets us get a go at 'em before he kills 'em!" The left one proclaims.
Banou steps back and looks at both of them with curious golden eyes. The left one moves up to her, putting his Hind rifle down and roughly tugging her by the arm.
"Looks like her cooter has not yet been stretched to the Void and back huh? We got ourselves a real nice one here Raksr!"
"I agree Tl'Vur! Fuck I can't remember the last time I had a good, well, fuck? Ha-ha!"
The one called Tl'Vur that holds Banou, shoves his friend away. The soldier says that it is his turn to go first this time as he pushes the Tenno against the wall. He fumbles for his penis as his lower apparel comes undone and he shouts at the girl to put her ass out more.
'Is this the only thing I am good for? To be raped by men, used to satiate their twisted desires? If so, then does that make Ren one of them? Was he just using me for his own gratification? No! I do not want to believe it, I will not! He is not like that! I know he is not!'
The Tenno musters up her will and devises her next move carefully. She glances back, at the Grineer and then to his partner that rubs himself in anticipation. The Hind rifle is her leg's length away on the floor, but the other one has his Grakata at his feet. Once she is sure, she initiates her plan.
"H-hey you!" Banou calls out to her unsuspecting captor. He is stumped to see her not crying for mercy and is intrigued. She curves her back and flaunts her butt seductively to force the Grineer lancer back a bit. She licks her lips and moans like a slut before speaking.
"H-how about you quit b-being a tease and f-fuck me hard, um, big boy?" The words fall clumsily from her mouth, but her wanting face covered in cum is too convincing for the Grineer. He rams her vagina and proceeds to slap his hips into her buttocks repeatedly as his partner watches with envy. As Banou accounted for, his hands have left to her hips and he is humping her without any sort of doubt. While not even close to Ren's size, this soldier's penis fits her cute rabbit hole like a glove and makes the girl forget about her scheme for just a minute or two. Banou can see from his removed face plate how the wrinkled Grineer's visage contorts with pleasure and how his dick expands to signal his orgasm. That is when she strikes, when a male is at his weakest and most susceptible point. Banou steals the knife that she has been eyeing since the beginning from his rib holster and slices off his dick in one clean cut.
It takes a second or two for the male to realize his manly bits have been removed and blood and semen come trickling down from his groin as he collapses in agony. His partner is unable to pick up his submachine gun fast enough at the unexpected attack and is taken down by a burst between the eyes. Banou walks over to the Grineer soldier writhing in pain, begging to live.
"I might let you go if you tell me what it is exactly you guys are after on the Corpus ship."
"You bitch! You r-really th-think a grunt like m-me would know something like th-that!"
Banou aims the rifle at his head and rests her finger on the trigger. "That really is a shame then, guess I will have to ask around."
"No wait-" The Grineer says before becoming just another pile of cloned flesh.
The girl shoots off the electromagnetic bindings on her Warframe and the leech apparatuses before transfering back into the Nyx. She walks out her cell and into the next room over. A spacious area with a large square hole deepening into a bottomless chasm of turning cogs and gears visible on the sides. The Grineer patrolling the edges see the Warframe, but drop into the pit before they can raise their weapons. Banou is an excellent marksman, her Nyx, enhances her skill by doubling her reflexes to twice their normal amount. An escape pod lies in the next room over along with a few others, but Banou does not want to leave just yet. Tul'Ruk's head needs to roll off his shoulders before she can go in peace. Along with whatever info she can find on the target.
As she races down a corridor and past a window into space, a flicker of silver shines in the distance. The Little Lotus is catching up to the Grineer ship that is slowing down gradually due to the sudden halting of the Corpus vessel. The ruthless merchant's ship has gone dark and they are blasting distress signals on all frequencies. Something has gone wrong and the Grineer plan to investigate with a boarding party. Tul'Ruk will be personally seeing the mission through.
