I'm pretty much going by release date, oldest to newest warframes.
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The Flames
Thermal sensors are reporting abnormalities. One such item could be a malfunction. But several going off at once in a specific area is typically indicative of a problem. The alarming part is the size of the area, and that the phenomena appears to be moving.
Moving abnormalities are typically threats of some kind, which is why you and several comrades are carrying weapons in addition to the tools required to reset or repair the sensors.
Several other teams of workers are also approaching the area. Over the general communication channel, you hear them switch from the usual gripes about life and work to complaints about rising temperature, and how uncomfortable it is growing the closer they come to the area.
At least one thing is certain: this is no electronics malfunction. The sheer number of sensors firing off alarms made it unlikely in the first place, but you take this as full confirmation.
Suddenly, you hear a sharp bark over the line, and your group halts. A screech of pain, and another voice chimes in with panic.
"Tenno!"
That is the word that rings clear as the lines devolve into screaming.
You exchange glances with your fellow group members before opting to drop your toolkits and supplies in favor of a lighter load of ammunition and weapons, and the accompanying additional mobility. Memories of contact reports from your predecessor give you the sinking suspicion that it will not make any bit of difference.
Many of the sensors have stopped reporting to the network, according to the operators. Prior to ceasing, they indicated extreme temperatures past the component failure point. Even with your protective gear, the heat is nearly unbearable.
Your group commander is suddenly blown off his feet by an air pocket spontaneously combusting directly in his face. Before you can help him up, a fireball smashes into the ground just past his shoulder. It explodes and covers several of your comrades in fire, producing screams and panicked flailing.
The haze of heat waves partially obscures the Tenno from view, throwing off your aim as you level your weapon at it while running for some form of cover. The gunfire seems to just pass through the Tenno in question as it raises a fist.
The tremor that spreads through the ground gives testament to the monstrous strength of these ancient warriors. But it is the accompanying wave of pure heat that overwhelms you and your allies. The energy wave ionizes the air to the point that it becomes plasma, and expands outward from the instant temperature rise. A solid wall of blazing hot air molecules sweeps over you, and parts of your protective gear ignite in response.
Despite the tremendous heat, the skin on your back feels like ice as panic sets in. You slap frantically at the flames on your body, dropping your weapon in the process.
Reinforcements encroach on all angles, but the Tenno simply raises its arms and spins itself, scattering some kind of mist that covers everyone present. The ambient temperature is more than sufficient to cause the liquid to ignite, but it does not merely burst into flame. The exothermic reaction of the liquid burns far hotter than the air, and the metal and rock in your surroundings begins to warp.
The inside lining of your protective gear lasts but a mere twenty seconds against the semi-molten armor you now wear. Softer metal components fuse into the fabric and transfer the heat directly to your skin. Your shrieks of agony as you flail about in vain to slough off the armor are merely one small addition to the chorus of pain. The Tenno merely stands there in the midst of it all as your comrades are all too preoccupied to even fire their weapons. The few that have not begun to dissolve into slag, that is.
Inside of your suit, the fatty tissues in your limbs and torso ignite. Every centimeter of your nervous system voices its protest in a dull incessant throb of pain, timed to your heartbeat. It becomes a struggle to even see as the sheer amount of pain threatens to white out your vision.
Your legs give out, a combination of muscular immolation and the myelin fatty sheaths of your spinal cord tissue flashing into flame. Raw flesh melds with molten metal and carbonizing fabric, and you drop to your knees. Somehow, there is still enough strength in your ravaged body to remain upright. Vaguely, you are aware of your comrades writhing on the floor as their own bodies become funeral pyres.
The Tenno cocks its head, the crest on its head indicating its focus on you. As the visor of your helmet finally forfeits its integrity, the Tenno generates a fireball in its right palm and flings it at you, with full intent of snuffing out your life.
There is no pain as your eyes explode and your eye sockets dry out and crackle into something resembling the consistency of jerky.
Thank the void for small mercies.
I've been deliberately vague as to which faction the victim belongs to, as well as what class of enemy. Do you like this, or would you rather I be more specific in creating scenarios?
