Kije has experienced a lot in the past few days but now, he's absolutely furious.
"Put me down!" He shouts out.
"Not until you calm down." The tenno says, concentrating on something. "This is for your own safety."
"HOW'D YOU EXPECT ME TO REACT!?"
Kije has been tied, quite neatly, in rope and fabric while hanging upside down on the ceiling. While the Nezha is examining and fiddling with Kije's newly severed arms.
Kije uses as much strength as he can to move around but being so tightly wrapped, all he can do is swing around like an angry worm while turning from side to side slowly.
"Although I secured you as much as possible, if keep moving like that, you will loosen the rope and break yourself." The tenno says.
Kije clicks his tongue, although not haveing one, before trying to wiggle about once more. The nezha continues to concentrate, probing at it with electrical pulses and seeing its many ranges of movement.
Eventually, though, Kije gives up and decides to stare at his capturer.
He doesn't know much about warframes. He doesn't know the names but he has noticed which ones he sees more often than others. A Nezha isn't that common, especially this one. He looks different from than other ones he's seen. He seems to have been customized since he doesn't look like a regular nezha. Whether it's a prime or not he doesn't know, however.
"Do you like my nezha?" The nezha turns to him.
Kije snaps out of thought and looks away. Although he sees no face he can feel that behind that warframe, the tenno has an annoying amused look.
He thinks that this is a good time to look around. He's never been inside a tenno ship or even met anyone who survived to tell the tale.
The technology seems to be quite advanced. He can't recognise what they're supposed to be used for. Everything is well kept as well; no rust or wear and tear. It's eerly clean, and not even a cleaning drone is in sight.
There are no decorations either which makes it feel like something isn't right. It reminds him of how he built his radio and when he would dismantle it; There was always a fixed emptiness inside of the radio, a vacant air. Things were in place but that emptiness remained each time.
He turns slightly, slowly facing a corridor that leads to a lower part of the ship.
At the end of the hallway, he senses an energy. It radiates from around the corner, out of sight. He isn't sure why, but there is someone there.
He tries to move and place himself in just the right spot so he can see more but before he can he-
"Hello Hello!" A flying machine greets him at his face with a cheery feminine voice.
It looks like a weird-looking fish of sorts. He isn't good with animals. Quite simple in shape; a round 'head' with a tail with frills to the sides of it.
"It's so nice to meet you. I am this ship's handy dandy cephalon, Ranni." She says with a hollow enthusiasm.
'A cephalon?' Kije thinks. He has a faint idea of what they are. An AI made by the Orokin if he remembers right.
Ranni hovers in front of him in silence. He feels a bit put off by how close and quiet she is.
"It's so nice to meet you. I am this ship's handy dandy cephalon, Ranni." She says in verbatim.
"You just said that," Kije says.
"Oh, I did? I do apologise..." A silence falls before she says, "It's so nice to meet you. I am-"
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Warframe: The outliers.
Ficção Científica25 years before the main story of warframe The little prince of the ship has had enough of being a corpus. He's battered and injured, and he lost the only thing keeping him together on the ship because of a tenno. He goes to his mother, one...
