Because I've come to see that the chances of me actually sticking to one line of stories, I've decided to make a general topic for them. Or maybe re-make it, since somewhere buried deep in the Writing boards there's probably another of these.
...That aside, I'll just get to it already.
Warframe: Wild Ember
The phrase - something between a warning and a battle cry - came far too late for the loyalists. A fireball slammed into the foremost lancer, sending him flying back. Sporadic bursts of gunfire echoed up and down the hall as the others dove for cover, leaving their comrade to be consumed by the spreading flames. My eyes narrowed as I vindictively took in the sight of the flailing lancer. It was a sick irony, really: the fate that they’d put so many innocents to was finally being brought to them.
My gaze turned to the Tenno they directed their fire at as it - well, she, I suppose - darted forward. Her lithe figure justified the agility she wielded, but the toughness and strength the armored suit she wore was all but hidden until one witnessed the barrage of small arms fire simply bouncing off of it. Sliding along the floor, the Tenno left a trail of sparks as fire began to leap down her arms and form around her hands. The intricate motions she wove in the air with her limbs were simply entrancing, to say the least, as she sprung up and unleashed a wave of fire and concussive air around her. The Grineer lancers were slammed against the walls they’d tried using for cover with a chorus of groans and frustrated cries, given a few moments to see their doom coming before, in an instant, being incinerated by the Tenno’s raw power.
The cries of the dying slowly coming to a stop, the steel corridor fell silent but for the popping and crackling of low flames. I motioned for my fellow rebels to come out into the open, and we all took care to avoid the patches of burning flesh and armor lying about. The Tenno turned to regard us briefly, and despite the lack of a face I could swear that she had a smug look about her. I looked away, feeling somewhat nervous as I gestured for the others to come around. As they did, I fished out a stolen Grineer holo-projector, letting the small, hand-held device create a three-dimensional image over my palm.
“Our target’s very, very close by,” I pointed out, highlighting our own position as well as that of the databanks we’d been sent to slice. I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that the Tenno looked vaguely distracted. I tried not to let that bother me as I magnified the projection. “Once we clear the next room, we just need to hack through this door here, take out the guards before they can sound an alarm, and…”
My briefing died off as I noticed the rest of the team - a mixture of colonist fighters like myself and a couple of Grineer defectors - were staring in the direction of the Tenno. I sighed, following their gaze, and found myself looking at nothing.
The Tenno was gone.
“Where’d she go?” I asked, my voice tight as I gripped my Marelok heavy pistol in my free hand. A couple grunts from the Grineer and shrugs from the others were entirely unhelpful, and another sigh escaped my helmet. “Nevermind, she- er, it’ll probably need our help!” I pointed out, perhaps falsely, as I led the way towards our objective. What even goes on in their heads? I wondered as we pursued the Tenno.
By the time our team had reached the far door and peered into the next room, it was obvious the Tenno hadn’t needed our help. An orange glow permeated the fairly close quarters, fires raging across most of the floor and walls. A Grineer lancer - wearing loyalist colors - came at us, though he soon collapsed as flames burst from every joint in his armor. Even I winced as the smell of roasted flesh reached my nostrils, and his desperate, dying cries for help echoed in my helmet, it seemed. The only thing the scene was missing, I reflected at the time, was maniacal, feminine laughter.
Instead, the Tenno simply stood in silence by the far door, tapping away at a glowing console hooked up beside it. I frowned at the sight, urging my colonist companions to follow me through the flames - our personal shield generators being more than enough to ward off any potential damage - to assist in hacking the door. The Tenno may have been excellent warriors, but if she crossed the wrong wire-
The door slid smoothly open, leaving me to gawk at the sight. The Tenno definitely had a smug look about her as she strode on through, followed hastily by the rest of our team - barring me - as the flames died down enough to let our Grineer companions pass. As the sound of roaring flame and gunfire raged in the next room, I found myself kicking a charred corpse in frustration.