Friday, February 14, 2014

A small WARFRAME fanfic

This is the somewhat long version of the short I wrote on the official forums, for those who may want to see more.(Which I doubt, but you never know)



The Past Which Forges You

In deep meditation he sat, for hours a day. Complete silence. In deep reflection. In an attempt to salvage his past. His memories. That which was taken from him upon awakening in this day and age. Who was he? What was he? Was he simply a machine, who followed orders blindly for the sake of balance, and killed for said balance? Meditation proved fruitless, and so he turned elsewhere. The Corpus referred to his kind as The Betrayers, so they had known more about them than they know themselves. Rhino embarked on a journey of self-discovery, fueled only by his desire to regain that which was lost.

Taking the first flight to the Gas City upon Jupiter, he arrives at Jupiter in a moments time. It is here he hopes to discover something. They weren’t all too fond of his uninvited presence, and so blood had to be shed. Crewman after crewman lay upon the floor in an ever cooling pool of their own blood accompanied only by the machines they love oh so much. A message appeared in his HUD from an unknown source. “I have come to avenge the death of Tyl Regor. I am your retribution, your ultimate end. I shall return you to the abyss!” it said. It showed up in his HUD labeled STALKER. “Should I fail in my mission, I shall give you something of interest… You seek your past, do you not? I have coordinates that may be of use to you. But you must wrest them from me.”

In an explosion of black smoke, he emerged. A man clad in a Warframe resembling Excalibur’s. His helmet being much different however.  Silently they stared upon one another, their hands reaching for the hilts of their weapons. Unsheathing their weapons, they lunged towards one another, their weapons clashing violently upon each other’s with a brilliant display of sparks. Their weapons locked upon one another, and a contest of strength broke out between them. Weapons trembling in their hands, followed by pained grunts as they exerted their all. They were evenly matched. With a swift kick to the chest, Rhino manages to knock STALKER back giving him room to bring down his massive sword.

As the blade readied to hit its target, STALKER somersaulted backwards; the blade’s tip scraping against his chest damaging his shields slightly.  Throwing a smoke bomb onto the floor, the STALKER manages to conceal his presence. Rhino’s HUD began to malfunction, the corners glowing red violently as a flash of blue emerged in front of him. STALKER had used Excalibur’s Slash Dash, managing to rip through Rhino’s shield’s in a single blow.

Immediately following the attack, Rhino activated his Iron Skin. It had gone just as it had come followed by the words Your Tenno powers are useless! From his opponent. STALKER rushed him once more, his scythe swinging rapidly. With each blow, Rhino was sent stumbling backwards, while his shields depleted. Roaring defiantly, a reddish aura enveloped Rhino’s body as he charged into the STALKER. Rhino’s great girth managing to push his opponent into the shiny metal corpus wall causing it to dent in the process.  Before the STALKER could retaliate, Rhino reached for his BRAKK and unleashed a barrage of bullets upon him.

Electric crackles escaped the STALKER’s body with each shot. One after another, until the crackles were no more and were replaced with blood. Slowly his body slumped to the ground, blood pooling beneath his black and red frame. “I have failed… As promised, I shall give you what you seek. But be warned, some things should never be known. Knowing this, you will continue on even if it destroys you.” The STALKER mutters before disappearing in an explosion of black smoke.


The Lotus appeared on his HUD, her face a little less than pleasant to look at. “Tenno, do not heed the words of that assassin. The past is the past. Perhaps you have lost your memory for a reason. Leave it be, for it may simply be a trap.” She mutters in an attempt to dissuade him.

This was the first time she had ever tried to dissuade him from doing anything, as if she did not want him to learn the past.  Ignoring her suggestion he set off to where the coordinates led him.

They led to an Orokin Derelict. Entering the desolate ship, he was greeted by horrible fleshy overgrowth that covered the walls and floor. Tendrils of an unknown fleshy plant like material. A cacophony of feminine giggles rung in the desolate halls. The ship should be empty. What could it be? His threat detector beeps several times, and he was now being swarmed by Infested Chargers. Reaching for his Galatine, he meets them halfway while they poured of out a massive spinning door at the end of a long dark corridor. A single cleave manages to cut through five of them at once, bits of mutated flesh flying into the air alongside destroyed armor and limbs.  Before long he was knee deep in the disfigured corpses of his enemies.  At the very end of the corridor was a single Ancient Infested, who did nothing but stare at him. Returning the gaze, he reaches for his side arm; knowing full well the disrupting powers it possessed.

It didn’t seem hostile. Raising a mutated arm; it bade him to follow it. Warily, he followed after the creature. The feminine giggle echoed in the distance again, this time louder. Rhino had lost track of time following the creature. The creature led him to a vault. Slowly the door slid open, and with its descent was a heavy white fog that had escaped the vault. Inside was a cryopod upon a small golden altar, above it was a massive golden statue of an Excalibur; his hands appearing as if to embrace the pod.

This vault was familiar, he had been here before. But how long ago? A closer look at the cryopod revealed it was a Rhino Prime.  A powerful surge of pain wracked his body and forced him to his knees, his shields immediately draining in the process.  A torrent of memories began to pervade his mind. Ages ago, as part of a special program, each person who had returned from the void with their gifts were to be cloned and their original body sealed away. That was him within the pod. Or rather, was once him. That Rhino Prime was the first, and all others who existed were clones of the original.  He was nothing more than a clone, his existence felt pointless. He was not special, nor unique. But instead, a clone with the same abilities as the others.

Another surge of pain struck him, his spine had been severed, and his body went limp. That same feminine giggle returned, it was from the Ancient Infested who had brought him here. It had struck him, and it had ended his life.  His vision went black, and the abyss swallowed him. Later, after an unknown period of time… His sight returns, and he found himself within a cryopod. This cryopod was moved to a different location within the ship. It now sat upon a large chamber, atop a golden altar following a grand staircase.  There in front of the pod were hundreds of ancient infested that stood in several rows. In unison, each one raised their freakish mutated arms and saluted him. His HUD began to malfunction, static clouding his vision. Before him now were many of his own kind standing where the infested were. 

Rhino had learned a terrible truth. The clones who did not enter stasis eventually degenerated into these creatures. Their power eventually corrupting their very existence and transforming them into unrecognizable abominations. Once more static disrupted his HUD, and the infested had returned. There at the foot of pod was his body. His old body. Along with his equipment. To regain that which he had lost, and sought after so long… He had paid the ultimate price. His old false life. The memories he regained had shown him something else, something darker… The Lotus was not what she seemed to be…

The Orokin had fought a war against The Sentients, these being AI who had been given human female bodies as hosts. This had been founded by an early government on earth. Eventually they turned against humanity, against the Orokin.  A full scale war had been waged, with the Orokin on the losing side. They were losing to their own creations. In a last ditch attempt, they turned to the void. An inhospitable area in space known to have erratic affects. They sent several ships to investigate, and perhaps provide some hope.

What returned was not what they expected. From the void, were ships filled with young men and women who had been gifted upon entering it. Some with the ability to manipulate the elements themselves. This was it, this was their ticket to defeating the Sentients. Each young man and woman who had returned from the void had an exoskeleton built upon them, that which would augment their abilities while providing sound protection from their enemies.

The Sentients controlled massive amounts of machinery, robotic abominations similar to Corpus Proxies but on a much larger scale.  Each one possessed a great ship, and each of those who had returned from the void had fought against them, and their toys. With time, the Sentients fell into decline. The Orokin had finally won. With several years of peace,  the Tenno as they were called grew impatient, irritable.  That which they trained with for so long was no longer being put to use. They were told their sole purpose was to bring about balance. There was no balance. The Orokin controlled everything, and so… The Tenno turned against their former allies, killing them in cold blood.  Their great golden cities ran red with Orokin blood.
With nothing left to fight, the Tenno went about a project. They cloned themselves, while preserving their original bodies. Each Prime was sent in an unknown location in the void, accompanied by fellow cloned Tenno of varying types. Other clones were put into stasis to await a time when another series of civilizations would rise and require their presence.  The Lotus was a Sentient who had remained hidden, using an old moniker that was popular in the past. Lotus was once a Black Market Organization on Earth ages before the war and Orokin era. The Orokin had fancied that design and the memory of that organization and used it for everything.

By taking up that alias, she appeared like a friend to the Tenno, perhaps a small vestige of their memory remained that gave them a bit of trust in her, because it was familiar to them. But who is to say who is in the wrong? Is the Lotus evil, because she and her kind fought a war against those who were once their allies? Or because she keeps the truth away and wipes the memory of those who she forcefully awakens?

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