Warframe: Forever in Pain

Sparks were flying; it was the only light source she had. The only problem was that these sparks were coming from her dence armor.

It was only a matter of time until the fusion cutter would finally be able to reach her flesh again. She didn't struggle, because not long after her capture, she learned that fighting it would be a waste of energy. Because she could not fight, she bottled up everything, including her hope. For if she showed her hope, she would be tortured for days on end.

Alad V was a coward. He hid behind his robots and let his men die as if this whole war were a simple game. She didn't know why he still kept her alive, he already took away most of her systems and parts for that Zanuka program.

Zanuka was no more than an oversized guard dog. Alad V betrayed even the Corpus board of directors to create Zanuka. Corpus may have sold parts of the Tenno warframes, but use of this technology was prohibited, even if profit was to be made.

Days turned into weeks, months, and then years, yet she stayed alive, tormented, deep within the labs of Themisto. One day, an alarm sounded. This happened in time to save her from another few hours of pain. She thought it was just another infestation outbreak; it was near impossible to wipe out the Technocyte virus when it settled for any amount of time.

Today didn't seem like some normal outbreak though. The technician, the one controlling the fusion cutter, had turned to look back to her, and an arrow sliced into his back. This was no arrow from a Paris or a Cernos. It was able to cut the technician in two; his upper body fell and revealed the shooter...

Under her helmet she blinked hard, hoping that she was just seeing things, but the figure remained. He lowered his dark bow and reached for a throwing knife. With a flick of his wrist the blade flew through the air.

Her old self would have flinched, but now her mind was a storm. The blade seemed to appear next to her head, inbeded in the head restraint, and she put all her weight forward. The restrains began to waver.

Finally, she could move her head more freely, though a part remained around her neck. She looked back up to where the
dark figure was standing, but he was gone; the lights flickered.

Shortly after, she managed to disconnect most of the cables that held her arms in place. Some of the cables remained hanging from the bonds on her forearms. She turned to the knife, and pulled it out of the metal that held her not a moment earlier. Then the blade vanished from her hand in a puff of smoke, and a mark appeared on palm. The mark looked like an ancient Orokin symbol, but she could not decipher it at the moment; she had to escape.

She saw a ventilation grate on the ceiling above the fusion cutter's controls. She was glad that Alad V had not thought of taking her ripcord's components. She launched the cord of energy from her left palm and pulled herself up into the ventilation.

As she moved through the maze of shafts, she found that she was only one of many Tenno being held. Parts of an Excalibur warframe were being moved onto a small Corpus transport ship. A Mag warframe, that was still moving, was restrained to a separation device, and being guarded by Zanuka

Thankfully, a Tenno cell entered the area and engaged Zanuka. She didn't feel right at the sight of the Tenno cell. She turned away and continued through the shafts to find a hangar with a ship.

The only emotion she felt when she saw the Tenno was anger, yet she knew not why. She thought about going back to see what happened to the rest of the Tenno, but opted against it for fear of losing control around them.

After a few more minutes of searching, she finally found a small Corpus interceptor. She broke out of the vent's grate. Staying close to the wall, she silently moved along the wall of the massive, empty hangar.

As she neared the ship, she looked out to the vast gas clouds of Jupiter. It calmed her, though only a little bit. Seeing the array of yellows, browns, and oranges swerling, and from a distance you could hardly tell that, like her, it was an angry storm that would rip apart anything that got to close.

She stopped at the corner of the ship and looked around carefully. There were four Corpus armed with Deras. She clenched her fists and burst into a full sprint. The first crewman didn't even have a chance to look behind him. He flew passed the other three and slid along the floor of the hanger, leaving a trail of blood where his suit and skin were torn by the friction.

The three turned to her and tried to raise their weapons, but she was faster. She launched a ripcord at one of them, pulled him in and used him as a shield from the superheated plasma.

His shield didn't last long and his scream became gurgled by the blood in his lungs and throat. She threw his body to the side when the Deras hissed from overheating and used her ripcord to speed up to the crewmen. She put a hand on each of their heads and pushed them to the floor.

She pushed harder.

The helmets cracked and the crewmen struggled.

Harder...

The material flexed inward, closer to their faces.

Just a little more force...

They gave way, and the heads were crushed under an amount of force rivaling a Rhino's stomp. She pulled her hands from the bloody messes that were living things just seconds ago.

Her survival instincts overcame the rest of her broken mind and she entered the ship, hands still dripping blood.

Inside the ship, there was a small door, and beyond was the cockpit. She checked the door to make sure there would be no surprises, but it was deadlocked.

She reeled a fist back and punched into the door. She felt around to get a grip on the inside of the door.

Ten seconds later, the door was on the floor next to her. A quiet, high pitched humming sound came from two spots, in front of her, and right next to her.

Lucky for her, it wasn't an explosive canister; her arm swung out to hit whatever it was. A floating storage canister met the back of her hand.

She heard a gasp, thought it was bearly audible. Taking silent steps into the small dark room, she checked behind every storage container.

After checking all but one, she took a step back and crouched. After a moment, she pounced behind the container and
grabbed her target by the neck, which seemed a little long to be any humanoid's neck. She lifted the being to the light, only to see that it was different from the kubro she expected.

This was a mythical creature. A unicorn, with wings, and a mane that looked like space, or even a simple night sky. She loosened her grip on the creature, and allowed it to rise to its full height. It was only a few inches taller than her, minus the horn.

They stared at each other in silence. She was beginning to wonder if the creature could communicate. She cleared her throat.

"Greetings" she tried the first language that came to mind, the Tenno's. At the sound of her voice, the fear in the creature's eyes was replaced by what seemed like curiosity.

"Ggreethuig?" She tried greeting in the Grineer language. The creature tilted its head in confusion, then looked down in thought.

Then a look of realization came to the creature; it had an idea, and its horn began to glow a blue aura. To this, the ex-agent tended up, not knowing what to expect.

A stream of the blue aura approached her from the unicorn's horn and reached for her head. She remained calm, waiting for the aura to touch her.

The moment it did, a strange feeling came across her mind, like it was being searched. She realized what the unicorn must have been doing, and focused on the Tenno, Grineer, Corpus and Orokin languages, while blocking the rest of her memories.

All Tenno must have a strong mind if they are to use their guns and blades effectively. A Tenno cannot be hindered by painful memories or mind games.

Seconds later, the "mind-read" was finished; accelerated by her cooperation.

"Hello" the creature said experimentally, "do you understand me?" The creature was obviously a female, unless of course it simply worked differently where it is from.

"Ges, I do." she replied, clearly impressed by how fast the gap in communication closed, "Rressk to you as well."

"I'm glad that I was found by somepony that has not attacked me on sight." The creature said, and looked to the floor, "I thank you. My name is Luna."

"Well, Luna, we will have more time to talk, after we leave this place."

The creature, named Luna, nodded and the two left the room. The Tenno took the pilot seat and Luna stood behind her.

The ship's engines were fired up and they left the station's hangar. Luckily, the Tenno cell that fought Zanuka and Alad had only just lifted a remote lockdown which had blocked off access to the hangar. No Corpus could have stopped them from escaping.

Freedom at last...