A Tenno named Sybarin with his Excalibur goes on an Extermination mission to the Void but accidentally triggers an energy wave that takes him to a new world out of the Origin System. He allies with new friends and must fight new battles for his suvi...
Sybarin entered his Orbiter again, but this time Winter was sent to assist him if he ever need it. Despite the fact that he didn't want it, he took it anyway for the sake of being nice. As he entered his personal quarters again, he took out a set of lightweight storage Loot Boxes.
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(I know, it looks heavy. But this is exactly how I envision the crates to look like)
Awkward silence filled the room. Neither of the two said a word to the other. Despite her training, the silence really bothered the Specialist. In an attempt to break it, she asks him, "So... you met my sister. How is she?"
"Weiss? She appears to be handling herself well, she's getting along well with her friends." Sybarin replied without looking at her, minding his own business.
"Oh... that's good, at least she has people to be with."
"They all seem like good people, considering they're all girls, but anyway..." Sybarin laid the crate in front of the Arsenal Station and opened it. As Winter watched curiously, Sybarin felt he should be honest with her, he took a shallow sigh and admitted straight up, "I nearly punched her earlier."
"You, WHAT!?" Winter exploded.
"In my defense, it was out of self-defense. Don't worry, I didn't hit her."
"Fortunately for you, you didn't."
"Let me compensate alright." Sybarin said, trying to keep his cool instead of getting emotional about it, "Here, I'll enable for you to be able to use this."
Sybarin drew out a few weapons from the Inventory and put it in the crate. Then he stepped out letting Winter take control and pointed out the functions to her. Surprisingly, she handled it well and got the hang of it rather quickly.
"I noticed your sword can split into two weapons, so I would recommend the Destreza." Sybarin said, and pointed to the weapon in the Melee category.
Winter slowly did the selection sequence and then, the rapier materialized in her hand, she looked at it, beautified by its foreign design. Stepping out to the middle of the room, she swung it around a bit, testing the alien rapier, "It feels very light yet durable somehow, it feels balanced."
"You should see the Prime variant for that, those things are a killer." Sybarin said, coming back with another crate, "Keep it, I don't use it."
Winter looked at the rapier and handed it back to him, "Give it to Weiss, tell her I'm giving it to her instead."
"Alright, just put it in the crate here." he said looking at her, and opened the second crate.
Winter looked inside and only finds a shallow flat surface. Uncertain of what she has to do, she places the rapier on the surface and watched as the foam shape shifted and takes the shape of the rapier making it a suitable placement case for it. She whispered in an impressed voice.
Sybarin is also quite intrigued with how that functions but still doesn't understand how it works, much to his dismay. He placed the rest of his arsenal and a few more items in them and closed the crates. Another thing that amazes him is no matter how heavy are the things you put in these crates, they never grow heavy.
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Later...
Winter sits across a kneeling Excalibur in its sleep, observing it intently and sternly. Earlier she just watched Sybarin transfer into the Warframe like it was nothing. How does he do that? It's one of the questions she has, that can't be answered.
She looked to the crates and the Valana Ayatan sculpture on top of it, the oddly shaped rings floated and spun in a graceful dance with grace and rhythm. It seemed oddly satisfying to watch, with such beautiful detail and colors. The mix of gold and white colors with lights that glowed a light blue brought ease to her senses somehow. She stood up and went to Ironwood's office tent.
Ironwood took notice of Winter's entrance in the tent, "Ah, Winter. Report on the... Warframe."
"He's ready to leave, sir! He's currently resting for the night."
"Where?"
"With his things."
Ironwood looked out of the tent and sees the Excalibur kneeling there dead still with his belongings. He nods and turns to her, "Good, you may take your leave, Winter."
Winter nodded once and turned to leave.
Ironwood folded his arms and sighed. The boy's technology and his ship is already advanced enough to put their own development to shame, and from what he understood from Sybarin is that his ship and AI are very old. If that is the case, what are the modern developments from his world like, and who could be the ones using them? Unable to answer his own questions, he shook the troubling thought off his mind.
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Dream... not of what you are... but of what you want to be...
An infant's cry echoed through the darkness. Sybarin could see nothing, yet he felt like he knew where to go. His stomach churned as his heard starts hammering his chest. It was that same nightmare, all over again.
Blood dripped from his soaked hands as he clutched his blade. Falling to his knees again, dread fills his mind.
Then again, light flashed in the distance. Looking at that light, his vision starts to clear. A soft hand held his and took away all the blood and the blade, this felt so familiar, yet so new. Then again, he felt like the responsibility of the universe is taken off his shoulders.
He was free.
"WAKE UP!"
Sybarin's eyes shot open from within his Warframe and looked around. The sun shone on the campsite and the light sounds of chatter between Atlas personnel and the trees rustling settled in the environment. He sighed and got back up in his feet, recovering from another nightmare.
