|| If anyone here is interested in plotting...

"Ptff... hahaha... This... this is supposed to be Odin?! The big bad Warden of Darkness? The Atomic Blade?!"

And yet, when they grew too advance, too intelligent... We sent The Golden Spear. To cross the gap between Sol and the gem of our desires, Tau. To fight the machines upon their holy grounds, to drive them under heel to be crushed. Alas... they were never heard from again...

The Seven Principles, the sacred laws of the Empire, forbade the creation of Artificial Intelligence— machines; thinking, evolving. Yet, we were left with no choice. Our worlds were dying— or, so the magnanimous Seven believed. In the name of our Great Plan, we sent them to Tau.

"I see that many of you upon this comms channel utilize something called 'The Force'. What is it, exactly? Some form of energy? Or telekinetic manipulation of matter?"

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DAMN YOU, HYDAELYN! WHY MUST YOU ROB ME OF AN "L"?!?!?!

To Tau, We Forge Ahead... To finally end this war...

"Hm. Lacking proper protection in armor. But, the tactical combat pistol is a nice addition."

"From a galaxy far, far away...? Hell, we're still trying to sort out the madness taking hold of our own Solar System, and our neighbor star. I doubt most Tenno are prepared for the wider universe."

𝑫𝒖𝒔𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅

"Now... let's see if—" Tinkering with a comms relay that was recently built and set up on Etheirys. "Annnd... there! Everything is up and running! This channel is back online!"

Oops, finger slipped—

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. 🐎Kathertine "Kat" Burke🐎 Protoframe batch: Mesa Codename: Outlaw

He told me he loved me. I told him he was lying. As I pushed my blade through his heart and watched the light leave his eyes. Who were we kidding? Nobody can love a monster.

"Checking comms on this end of the System. Anyone, sound off if you're receiving this."

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ꍏ ꌗꃅꍏꀸꂦꅏ ꓄ꂦ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꒒ꀤꁅꃅ꓄. ꍏ ꂵꌩꌗ꓄ꀤꉓ ꓄ꂦ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꌗꍏꈤꀸꌗ. ꍏ ꃴꀤꌗꀤꂦꈤ ꀤꈤ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꍏꅏꍏꀘꍟꈤꀤꈤꁅ.

|| Like Desira, I did this for both Raikoh & Lord Michizane as well!

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ɨ ƈǟռ ֆɛɛ ʏօʊʀ ʍɨռɖ. ɮɛ ռօȶ ǟʄʀǟɨɖ. 𐌀 𐌋Ꝋ𐌔𐌕 𐌌𐌉𐌍𐌃 𐌔𐌂𐌀𐌕𐌕𐌄𐌓𐌄𐌃 𐌕Ꝋ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 ᕓꝊ𐌉𐌃.

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'Mayhap... somethings are better left unsaid. I'll take a page out of your book, Raikoh.' The Forlorn Royal thought to himself, whilst passing by.

"Now, hoping nobody ends up destroying it while sreaching for Entrati, with their team of Five!"

"Everyday I spend here, in this time... is another day I live in fear of KIM..."

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"Emphasis on the B & N part. Which is exactly why we can't hold back. My timeline started due to the CIA catching wind of this, and a mad agent of their's waking an even older strand. Hell, I've seen movie poster all around the city about him. —

The Prince sometimes forgets that his closest allies DON'T originate from the same timeline as he does. A fault with his shared memories, between himself, and his 'Operator' counterpart. "Right..." Raising his right, metallic hand, to cup his chin. "A fair point, I'll give you that one. —

"You still wearing one, like me— right?"

"Nope. But the Techrot sure as shit is. Exterminating a potential problem is the goal here— especially when there are still civilians hanging about in the city, instead of by the Mall. Besides, they weren't ready for Warframes, and we're still kicking their asses with them."

"Target destoryed. Returning to the Mall... after stopping by a few shops first."

"If I was using the 'big guns', there might not be much of Höllvania left to speak of. Just the fun guns for today."

Checking weapons; Sniper: RAM-88 Obscura Widow An anti-material, mass acceleration rifle. Fitted with a Void matter fabrication unit— removing the need to reload. Handcanon: RAM-6 Carnifex A heavy sidearm, fitted with a void mass accelerator, altering the weapon from —

"Dating advice from the sniper... not the weirdest thing I've ever discussed recently— that honor goes to either one of the Nightingales... but it isn't unappreciated. Just wish it were the opposite..."

"I think... for once... I should finally get some sleep, or rest, at least. Months of work in this timeline— without respite, is beginning to take its toll..."

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Sitting upon a stool in the Backrooms, drinking at a bar he crafted and placed into the living quarters, offered to him by the Hex. An acceptable area for the Prince, especially after they destroyed his Bar hideout in his original meeting with them. Taking small sips of the glass in-hand.

The Prince is now wondering: why the fellow Excalibur hasn't made a copy of his keys already. "Need a Foundry...?"

"Believe me, I am well aware. Ballas dragged both myself, and Ruri, to the Halls of Judgment to hear the Executors' conference on it. Tuvul was pissed, along with Karishh. In my books, even back then— it was a hellva thing to do, but it helped us win the war. That's what matters."

"The same incident that branded you a War Criminal, and took out our furthest Rail? Always surprised me how much Tuvul and my grandfather tried covering that up— despite it being one of the better decisions made during the Old War. Along with Artor's defensive operations on Lua."

"It makes sense why the Seven had the vast majority of my family's Armaments: locked away, or improperly disposed of. Although! Oppenheimer— the Cephalon, would be something that'll scare those pansy Executors shitless, if it went rouge!"

Now THAT got a chuckle out of the Prince. "My word... well, tell Missile number 5827, that he is a cultured explosive ordnance for thinking so!"

"Ha, well, kinda sucks when you're weapons don't shut up. But, that's the price to pay for a Desira. At least your machinations gets you some fairly badass moments in combat."

"I know she means well, but it would be great if that Nyx stayed out of my head... Don't need anymore voices hounding me."

𝑨𝒓𝒄 𝑽𝑰𝑰: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆

𝑾𝑴𝑰𝑰 - 𝑰𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒏