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I haven't touched Warframe for a few months folks, so going easy on me with the lore. It'll be a little confusing at the start, but things will begin to unfold as the story progress I promise.
This chapter is a bit of a tease so please keep that in mind when doing whatever it is you guys do when you read these I'm not saying that you actually do "that" I mean, you're probably already getting ready right now I know I am. A soft blue and white Liset soars high in the sky, casting a shadow over the Martian metropolis of Yur-Mahter. The relatively small ship is granted permission by the city watch to land, but only in one out of the thirteen zones called Saxwiwi-Foe'Fydola.
Once parked, out comes a raggedly cloaked figure, two law enforcers approach as per the usual protocol. The female officer, in her standard-issue desert camo uniform, twitches her exposed lips as the single visor slit on her bell-shaped helmet looks under the stranger's hood.
Some of them still don't take kindly to you guys, especially after what you did during the war. The figure steps out of the docked Liset's shadow and next to the officer, looks to the burning sun.
We don't actually have any assignments under your I. Care to explain what's your business here then? Baby, I'm here for pleasure. I just came looking for some fine Martian ladies to uh, show me around town. Ren bows in an exaggerated manner, mockingly showing his Warframe's blank expression and departing from the civilian docking section. He leaves behind the city watch checkpoint and heads into a densely populated commercial district abuzz with people and hovering automobiles known as Sand-Striders.
Ren moves off the busy sidewalk of robed and wrapped individuals to give his Orbiter floating just above Mar's atmosphere, a quick ring. How could you operator? You really think I'm a cuck? I mean, can you give me a status update on the objective?
Ren begins the three-hour trek by foot, avoiding public transportation for the attention it would draw and the money his pockets do not have. The trip is only mentally exhausting as Ren's body is not physically inhabiting the Warframe, but in a sort of pocket dimension in between. This allows operators to travel from their Warframe's directly or to remain secured in the Somatic Link. The little Tenno has chosen to reside within the tiny realm to easily exit his Excalibur at a moment's notice. And after a short turn around a street corner, Ren is finally able to see various Martian signs indicating the correct zone and commences his manhunt.
Like the last zone, there is a marketplace here as well. This one appears less populated though, with plenty of shady individuals running about and conversing in whisper. Ren decides the best place to start would be to ask around, though Sudo warns him that the target may end up catching wind of his presence. The boy tells the cephalon not to worry so much and walks right up to a stall where a sand-monger is preparing meat.
A Grineer Machete slices a chunk of Desert Skate in two before the wide-bodied owner addresses the cloaked customer. Ren plays it safe and gives a vague description, merely stating that this person is a Grineer loyalist above all else. The sand-monger grumbles, taking another chop at the bloody flesh and says that vast majority of zone thirteen's inhabitants all are.
I can't say where from, but I need to find them before any other Tenno do. Lot a folks here don't like what yer friends did during the great schism. The stocky butcher snorts something fierce and leaves the Machete buried in the wooden counter with a hard stab.
He motions in a general direction down a garbage ridden slum and informs the Tenno of a tavern where much of the gossip takes place. If there is anything on anyone new in the zone, then that is the place to be. Ren thanks the sand-monger who shoos him off with an annoyed wave of his wrist, and heads for the bar some blocks away. The incognito Excalibur gets a whiff of a familiar scent in the air and peers from his hood at three concealed figures vanishing into an alley.
The flesh on his Warframe squirms for a brief moment, a pink hue of light faintly glows from the forming cracks on the skin. He goes still, letting others bump past him while he tempers the hunger rising within. The craving soon fades and Ren is left to wander in an aimless stupor. His mind awakens some time later due to the sounds of chatter and the smell of Sand-Strider exhaust fumes.
He asks Sudo how long has he been daydreaming this time, and is told that his position has not changed for well over twenty minutes. His condition is worsening and Ren knows it. Shuffling around, he sees the tavern now just one block's distance and picks up the pace.
The Tenno scoots by a unexpectedly large crowd gathering at the voice of a public intercom discussing current events regarding another uprising in one of the zones. With the Grineer decentralized, their once solid grip on the colonies and other territories in the system has begun slowly crumbling. Ren does his best to blend through the patriotic rabble without incident, but finds colliding with one particular Martian to be unavoidable.
A Warframe's operator is not capable of feeling physical stimuli as a normal body would, but the Tenno's brain still receives the message of an external force acting on itself as if it were experiencing the sensation on their own body. The Excalibur plants a firm foot in the cobblestone road to regain its balance as Ren tries to apologize to the person.
My bad, are you alright? He receives no reply, just the image of a modestly robed colossus twisting around and walking rapidly through the crowd away from him.
Ren immediately gives chase, not because they did not respond or their desire to flee the scene, but because of those ridiculous curves!
The boy's only seen one woman in the entire system with a backside that absurd, and puts his quest on hold to tailgate her tail from afar. She might know a thing or two about our guy, don't you think? Sudo sighs and says "You are not a man, you are a perverted child! Oh, when your wife hears about this! We both know you won't.
So how about you zip it and let me handle things alone for a while, huh? I will just g-go then Ren shakes his head disapprovingly and takes a detour to an alley right next to the tavern and makes sure no one is watching when he climbs to the roof. The sky burns orange with the setting sun and Ren sees a perfect little corner to leave his Excalibur till he returns.
The boy will have the perfect element of surprise since that woman will be expecting a tall robed Warframe to come snooping around the bar. Just to be extra cautious, he had on equipped a usual Martian apparel before landing and pulls a bandana and some goggles over his face. His loose, baggy brown silk pants leave much to the imagination as his sleeveless, tan shirt give plenty of breathing room against the warm climate.
The bar entrance is quietly opened by the stalking Tenno in his new costume, and he carefully scans the room for that giant Martian. At a round table hugging a wall, he finds the lone female with her own hooded visage. Ren carefully moves in, the noisy drunkards and other loud patrons masking his approach from her blind spot.
The bartender sends a curious glare his way, probably used to the local kids trying to sneak a sip of his adult's only brew. Ren grabs the seat opposite to hers and leans back in the chair, putting both his empty hands on the table. Her cowl rears up to display a Grineer faceplate with an unusually sinister look to it. The massive woman takes a minute to look the mummy-faced boy over before speaking. Her voice is rough like a Grineer female's. Ren's body tenses at the familiarity of her tone.
Please, tell me more. Quick, say something witty and charming! Do you really think you could handle me, boy? He stutters some more words when a foot lightly grinds on his crotch and ruins the illusion created by his loose pants. The Grineer mask wearing Martian expresses her delight with a hum and tells the boy to sit tight till she returns. With the major chub Ren's now sporting, getting up is no longer an option either way.
He clicks his fingers nervously, trying to remember if he has seen her somewhere before. A mug of ale slamming onto the wooden tabletop and spilling some alcoholic brew, draws Ren's gaze to the buxom woman overhead. She takes the seat closest to him and drops her enormous posterior in the poor chair.
Her left, baggy sleeve comes around his neck as half of Ren's hidden face is smothered by her huge chest pillow. Being young, even for a Tenno, Ren politely declines. Big Red throws a displeased frown with her visible mouth and takes another chug for herself. Her breath when she speaks now reeks of the powerful draught as she asks if "Ken" lives close by. The fidgeting boy says no and that he came from a few zones over. A sturdy hand puts the squeeze on his trouser snake as Ren presses his face into her massive bust to whine from the strength.
She runs her hand along his length as it hardens and delivers another merciless groping. If you came into the bar looking for information on this friend of yours, why did you come up to me with that pathetic pick-up line? He denies it, attempting to repeat his story of searching for his friend. Ren peers under her slightly elevated mask, catching a glimpse of her hungry golden orbs. Big Red's lips curl to show her clenched teeth as she growls. You came up to me thinking I was some desperate harlot.
Big Red is unconvinced and demands Ren prove he is as righteous as he claims to be.
TLDR; I like dogs. I'm that guy Couples are good as well. About him but we lost contact since then I really need to find you. 18 or above:) Just women, preferably fit and attractive.
You should be disease free and there has to be chemistry.
Volume 20, Number Fight to the Finish (Part II) Picking up where I left off in my last installment, lately there has been an overall unwillingness on my part to accept the fact that this racing campaign is .