Frame of Ferrite (Warframe SI)

[Beowulf]

I feel my body twitch, the wound of metal scraping against metal as I drag my body unarmoredfragileWEAK up, thin legs ending it clawed feet clacking against the metal flooring.

I perceived, more than what I used to, as if seeing a hundred moving images, and yet my mindbraincomputer doesn't react to the influx of sensation, as if it is normalconstantregular, my head shifting, swiveling upon my flexible neck, a small room around me of Grineerslaveworker make.

I hear the footsteps of a Grineer, only one, aloneunsuspectingweak, I shift, then leap, my clawed fingers finding a thick pipe above the door, allowing me to hang above the entrance as my tail, balanceweapontool, slams into the door, making a loud clang and causing the lone Grineer to make an exclamation, and soon I hear the Clone's footsteps approach as I curl my tail upwards.

My head shifts as the door opens, a lone Grineer Lancer entering the room beneath me, blue armor with white markings and a mask, in his hands a Karak rifle, basic and unassuming, yet useful.

I hop as the Lancer looks around, slamming into their back, forcing them to the ground, hearing them grunt and move even as my clawed fingers pierce through the lenses of their mask, a short scream of pain followed by a twistbreakSHATTER, and the Lancer has been disconnected from God's Minecraft Server.

My skeletal body shifts as my clawed hands grab at the thick armordefenseplating, cutting at the belts and yanking the pieces off the corpse, then I shift, pushing my skeletal frame in the thick plates, feeling my bonesferritebody heat up, then the scent of burningroastingcooking as the bottom layers of the pieces of armor fuse and warp slightly, else's to my frame.

My clawed hand reaches out and grabs the Karak, my heavier body shifting and moving to the doorway, watching it open as I shift my head, looking around the empty hallway.

I stepmovelunge into the hallway, my clawed feet clacking against the metal flooring of the shipvesseltransport as I run, my body shifting into a slide as another door opens, my body spamming into the shins of another Grineer Lancer who was minding their business.

I instantly shift back up, slamming the butt of my Karak into the poor bastards face, the Lancer's head slamming back as he goes still, then I repeat my previous action of stealing his armor and adding it to my own body.

I begin moving again, slower with due to the armorprotectionshield added to my body, my tail curled around my Karak as I traverse the halls, then I leap once more, slamming into the ceiling, specifically a grate that lead to a vent, the thin material unable to resist my increased mass and weight slamming into it, my claws digging into the side of the metal surface as I crawl inside the ventilation shaft.

My body scrapes and grinds against the walls of the vent as I crawlclimbascend, the added mass of the armor I stole causing me to nearly be too big for the vent itself.

My clawed hand reaches out, slamming into the vent cover in front of me, the thin material bending and warping under my fist, popping directly off jts mount and opening the vent for my exit.

I step out of the vent carefully, my clawed feet tapping the ground quietly as I step out of it, my sinuousmonstrousfluid body shifting and bending as I move.

I rush down the hall, my tail lashing to keep my now heavy body balanced as I move, my many eyessensorscameras seeing a group of four very alarmed Grineer lifting their weaponry at me, each barking out something as the fire down the hallway.

The rounds impact my crudely welded armor. Some rounds bouncing of while others fracture the plating, my clawed hands lifting my stolen Karak and firing, a spray of rounds flinging down the hall, one round piercing through one of the Grineer's masks, a spray of blood as his head rocks back, his body dropping like a puppet with its strings cuts.

The other three shout and try to move behind cover, but this thin hall has nothing in terms of defense, I fire off another spray, some rounds slamming into the more unarmored Grineer's stomachs, the two light Lancers dropping in pain, the heavier armored Lancer moving to shoot at me, but I'm already on him.

My clawed hand slams into his masked face, and his body rocks back, slamming into the wall and collapsing like a sack of rocks.

I reach, dragging all four bodies close, my body heating up as I yank the armor off of them and fuse it to my body once more, my skeletal frame and cables now fully covered with the material of Light and Heavy Grineer armor.

I walk down the hallway, my many opticssightsimages moving and shifting as my clawed hand reaches out and slams into the terminal beside the door, there's a horrific crack as the door is forced to slide open, no Cipher required.

I see one single Grineer turn to the open door, I recognize this area as the Bridge of the Galleonwarmachine, he tries to lift his gun, but I grab his arm, my other clawed hand clutching the back of his head as I slam his face into the controls 5 times, the Galleon shifting and moving from the sudden inputs of a masked face against its controls, my head tilts up as the Galleon descends rapidly towards the sludge-covered planet of Ceres, where ships are built for the Grineer fleet.

I reach a clawed hand put and push a lever forwards, the speed of the Galleon increasing as I send it hurting for the moon, then, I slam my clawed hand into the Navigation terminal, tearing out a bunch of the rare circuitry and brutally ramming it inside my own skull, my soulmindSELF shuddering and warping, then, clarity, all Planets accounted for, routes known, supply lines predicted.

I lunge back right as the front of the Galleon hits the atmosphere of Ceres.

 

[Synfth]

good start, watched. love a warframe fic

 

[Blankmask]

Ok. This seems cool but what the fuck is the SI?

 

[Willems]

Infested SI?

I'm getting infested vibes from this.

 

[Your Target]

I'm guessing Xaku or Valk.