Volt gets his chance to shine. After him, it's a choice between Nyx and Frost.
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The Dynamo
It is time. Time to take the fight to the Tenno themselves. Your ship is part of an armada ready to assault one of the Relay Stations from which those accursed void-born monstrosities lord over the system. After many long years of suffering their attacks, the Corpus have become fed up with their interference. Or at least, such is the line from Nef Anyo.
In reality, you suspect that this little excursion does not have the full support of the Board of Directors. It is only the ire of the religiously-devoted Prophet of Profit that has been raised. After all, the recent development of the Bursas as anti-Tenno weapons was not quite the game-changer Nef billed it to be. Those things were laughably easily disabled by a Tenno known to have no form of damaging ability, and destroyed by the Perrin Sequence, of all people.
Chairman Frohd Bek was the one who suffered that attack, but he is quite disapproving of antagonizing the Tenno. The occasional raid has been an annoyance, but all-out war with the Orokin super soldiers would be catastrophic. It would surely invite the attention of the Grineer as well.
But nobody asked you for your opinion on things, and it is your misfortune to work for the incredibly narcissistic Nef Anyo. And so here you are, standing on board one of many ships ferrying the Razorbacks to their first deployment.
A light flickers on in your peripheral vision, and you grab your helmet and toolkit before heading out to your shift. Nothing for it. Just hope that you make it through this alive.
Your floor boss shares your opinion of the mission, though neither of you dare voice it. Even if you are both overseers of the maintenance force for the ship, there are eyes and ears everywhere.
The Corpus frowns heavily on non-shop talk while on duty, which leaves you both with little to do except mind the security and technical displays. Normally, a ship this large would have plenty of maintenance for you to occupy yourselves with, but this one was prepared for a deployment. The peons under you have addressed all the problems you would otherwise have to fix.
Well, all except one, apparently. A security alert and a hull integrity alert flash at the same time. It seems someone has decided to attack the ship. But what startles you is the speed with which the intrusion marker blitzes from the exterior compartment towards the core of the ship.
And towards you and your partition.
You have seen this pattern before. The speed likely indicates a Tenno, though it is even faster than most in proceeding straight for the core. And in targeting the core, the Tenno is aiming for sabotage.
Your blood runs cold. Nef Anyo is most intolerant of any failure, no matter where the fault truly lies.
You slam a hand on the intercom toggle and scream a warning to your crew to get to positions. They have just barely settled in when a door opens and a bolt of energy arcs around the room, flash-frying several of your men.
The Tenno has a bulbous forehead, and what appear to be three rings around each of its upper arms. Lightning courses around its outstretched arm, residual traces of the lethal bolt that tore through your men. Others on your crew turn toward the Tenno and prepare to open fire. But the Tenno brings its arms in across its chest before spreading them to the sides. A barrier of energy expands in front of it, and the gunfire from Flux rifles and Tetras is harmlessly absorbed.
Meanwhile, the Tenno takes out a pistol and fires through its own shield. Such a small weapon should not do nearly as much damage as you observe, with a single shot effortlessly piercing through a Corpus Technician's faceplate and skull.
Your floor boss orders reinforcements to make haste to the core while you rally your off-shift people toward the door, hoping to get out there and block the Tenno from completing its sabotage mission. Your Opticor whines and discharges an immensely powerful blast, and you are gratified to see that the shield has fizzled out.
But the Tenno is not there. In the blink of an eye, it has already passed through the opposite set of doors, toward the cooling cells.
With that speed, there is no point whatsoever in trying to catch up to it. The Tenno will have to return to the central area, however. And you order your men to spread out and defend the control booth.
However, you have dearly miscalculated its speed. Just as you finish giving the order, something bowls you over and passes through the door. A loud scream is interrupted by a distinct crackling noise, and you suspect that what you just heard was the demise of your floor boss. Seconds tick by as you scramble to your feet and back up from the door, hoping to have some kind of opportunity to fire again at the cursed Tenno warrior. Reinforcements begin pouring into the room from all sides. A faint bit of hope wells up within you. If the Tenno is the least bit too slow, you and your allies might have a chance to prevent everything.
But a sudden scream on the other side of the room crushes that. The Tenno has fired yet another bolt of lightning and now sheer numbers work against you. The cascading effect of its lightning attack allows it to cripple a sizeable portion of your new team. The Tenno then blitzes toward the generator, which has now exposed its cores. You suddenly feel like energy is gathering and focusing itself, and you have a dreadful premonition. One that you are far too slow to stop.
The Tenno levitates, and compresses its form into a fetal position. The energy surge you detected is building towards a critical mass. You involuntarily take a step backward, and close your eyes. Your final coherent thought is that at least you will be spared Nef Anyo's wrath.
The Tenno's void-energy explosion is surely painful enough.
