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genessia2018-03-08 08:43 am
primeddreams) wrote in genessia2018-03-08 08:43 am
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[Video/Action] 1st Sortie
"Ordis, report." There was no response. "Ordis?" Still nothing. The only thing she could hear was the strange humanoid hologram informing her that she had been kidnapped. Though, fortunately, it didn't seem to be Alad V's doing this time. People would get a brief flash of a metal, eyeless face with a large crest before the device was quickly hung up. She didn't really want to give her presence away in a new world but- well what was done was done.
The Tenno of Naramon stepped out of the bay, device in hand, the necklace wrapped several times around one wrist. Her primed Nyx had been modeled into the Nemesis pattern and was decorated with gold and the twisted bones of Sentients along with a two pronged cape. Next to her head hovered a blue orb-shaped robot with two 'feet' dangling down below it. Armed with a shotgun, some sort of side arm, and a sword, she stopped, lowering herself a little bit as she looked out across the oddly primitive city that she was now facing. "At least transference is holding. But where am I? It doesn't look like the void..." Talking to oneself was a bad habit but it was one she had picked up a long time ago and she wasn't about to stop.
She tapped one clawed finger against her sidearm several times before tenatively straightening up. There was only one thing to do to get to the bottom of this and it would be better to not accidentally shoot someone helpful in the face.
The Tenno of Naramon stepped out of the bay, device in hand, the necklace wrapped several times around one wrist. Her primed Nyx had been modeled into the Nemesis pattern and was decorated with gold and the twisted bones of Sentients along with a two pronged cape. Next to her head hovered a blue orb-shaped robot with two 'feet' dangling down below it. Armed with a shotgun, some sort of side arm, and a sword, she stopped, lowering herself a little bit as she looked out across the oddly primitive city that she was now facing. "At least transference is holding. But where am I? It doesn't look like the void..." Talking to oneself was a bad habit but it was one she had picked up a long time ago and she wasn't about to stop.
She tapped one clawed finger against her sidearm several times before tenatively straightening up. There was only one thing to do to get to the bottom of this and it would be better to not accidentally shoot someone helpful in the face.