[Open RP]
<03/23 DR, 09:02>
-Lua, source of recording-

~A Banshee with crystalline flare glinted through the lifeless, radiant surface of Lua, ruins and rock alike slowly degrading as a short lived wake of air rushed past, sometimes just enough to snap them away into the abyss. The source of the transmission grew closer, and so did the soft trail of footprints upon dust ridden halls. Almost reactively, the arboriforms followed their glow to the Warframe as it closed itself towards a cave.

Signs of struggle and death were all apparent, dried pools and other nonsensical fluids cast a different shade from the dim light. Scorch marks, various casings and footprints of once stalwart vanguards littered the ground.

Bodies of frames, parts of them, slowly increased in density, the handy work of someone, or something, shooing away those with weak stomachs, drawing the deadly curiosity of the untimely, or perhaps… untamed.~

//Runner

Earlier, the Banshee had knelt before a hoofprint, tracing its familiar image, now she was at the end facing an unknown future before her. Alone.

A wave of worry and haunt crept through her spine, the thought of coming back to Lua always fickled her senses. Going so far to ready her Nikana Prime to its closest reach; from the soft Teplo to her hip with a length of cloth to suspend it.

She has seen death too often in the presence of the Infested, but yet, the amount of Tenno that were struck low here, now, was an unnerving sight.

Reluctantly, she neared the object responsible for the signal; the panel. As she did, she calmly, scanned the dark room, the Banshee’s reverberated helm’s gem ginting beneath a blindfold of cloth as the rest glittered like gentle, young stars to the lonely, albeit brutal surroundings. The silence was jarring, if not caustic to her own self, though the occasional quiet chirp of her Primed Carrier helped to somewhat alleviate her of old bitter memories. It still provided nothing to what may happen next as she stopped just a few feet from the mistuned recording.

With a combative sigh and a hand poised nonchalantly on the Nikana’s hilt, she dared cast a calm glow where she focused; each body only adding to held breath and suspense, but ultimately, of no success, or failure.

She called out in a smooth hum, “Hello?”

Mataeru:
A voice echoes down from the Shadows above, reverberating off the walls and distoriting it's original location
"It has been quite some time since I last saw a Banshee. Tell me Tenno, what brings you here past the halls of death from before?"

//Runner

The Banshee's head darted around in answer, its gem attempting to glint through the thick ink. Her hand tightened aroind the circular hilt,

"I came here to escape the Lotus and her strings. Her... puppets," She paused, wondering if this was truly the author of the panel. "You mentioned an... end to the war? The endless cycle?"

Mataeru:
A black and red Ash Prime suddenly drops to the floor on the opposite side of the room and looks at the Banshee
"I did mention that. I am trying to find Tenno like yourself to help me those with me do the impossible."

//Runner

The Banshee shifted a leant body to her other leg, the hand atop the Nikana still remaining tightly locked in place on the hilt,

"I am willing to-" The Prime Para Carrier beside the Banshee let out a staggered chirp as something clicked within its body, an authoratative quick hand tucked it behind her waist, "-join, your group. But I do have to ask first, who are you? Secondly: Why name your group, the Orokin Remnant, after a corrupt, dead empire?"

Mataeru:
The Ash goes rigid as Tennonappears before it
"My name is Mataeru Lloria. I am the leader of a group called The Veiled Tenno. We were hand picked by the Orokin to be used as assassins."
He pauses pondering her second question for a moment before continuing
"We are called Orokin Remnant because that is our heritage. We are the Remnant of a once strong Empire. The name Orokin carries a certain weight to it that gives us an edge. However, our name will change when we become more established. Something more fitting for our cause."

//Runner

The locked hand detached from the sheathed Nikana to her chest in a shallow bow. Letting each finger float an inch from her chest, as if a field of wind had barred itself between them, “You may call me Runner.”

Her arms folded across her chest, aware of what yet may lurk beneath the veil, “But I see why you carry the name. But... I also see there will be a surmounting cost to pay...”

A phased sigh echoed from her, looking around at the scene once more, eyeing a once familiar presence amidst it. “You said, 'were', you are no longer part of the leash?”

Mataeru:
He chuckles and nods
"Serving the Orokin and slaying whomever they desired was not an enjoyable experience, but if we did not, they would have executed us. Now, we serve a new cause."

//Runner

A relieved, prolonged sigh exhaled out from the Banshee.

"Then, would you have use for a Madurai? A new member? A capable forge artisan?"

Mataeru:
He nods once more with a little more enthusiasm
"Indeed. We will need Madurai's skill and ferocity in the coming years. I take it you have decided to join us?"

//Runner

"An assurable yes, Mataeru."

The Banshee stepped forward, breaking her crossed arms to offer a warm hand, the frame's wary posture assuaging to a relaxed form.

Mataeru:
he steps forward and clasps teh Warframes hand, shaking it firmly
"Welcome to the Remnant, Runner. Your strength is appreciate. Now come, I will lead you to our base of operations."
he releases the frame's hand and gestures the Banshee to follow

//Runner

"Thank you, Mataeru, I will not let you down."

Accepting his gesture, she followed closely behind. While nudging her Carrier to follow.

"How... many others have joined so far?"

Mataeru:
"I have several more Tenno at base. I have not made a solid count, but it is currently less than twenty."
the proceed deeper into the ruins of Lua, the hallways darkening steadily and rubble becoming more scarce

//Runner

"I, see... But it does hold respite."

She curiously studied the halls, the ruins becoming less of an abundance, and an obstacle.

Scarcity would sometimes bely -but not always- an endeavor, her mind swam within question.

"You mentioned a base. Is this where we're headed?"

Mataeru:
he nods as they round a corner to a dead end, placing his hand on the wall, causing it to shift to the side with a low rumble, revealing a short hallway
"Yes it is. Through here is Sanctuary, and our current command center."

//Runner

"A new, beginning" The Runner whispered to herself.

Her spine tingled excitedly. Her own spine at the very least. The Banshee's head turned towards Mataeru.

"What is to be expected of... of me in the coming days?"

Mataeru:
The Ash looks at her and if it had an eyebrow, it would be raised
"Can you possibly elaborate? All I expect of you is to not betray us to the Lotus and do your best to uphold assignments either on your own or with a team."

//Runner

"Oh, it was... nevermind, I will do my best." She nodded with a gentle, restrained hum, before stepping through the hidden door into the revealed hall, shying her sight from his.

Mataeru:
a soft chuckle emanates from the Ash
"I am glad to hear it."
he steps into the room after her and stops near a couch
"Would you like a tour of the facility? or would you prefer to explore it yourself?"

//Runner

The Banshee halted for a moment, her carrier bumping clumsily into her Teplo after previously studying the Ash.

"Mmm-I think I'll take the time to explore by myself; relax from the scene back there. Maybe meet the others possibly?"

Mataeru:
he bows and nods
"Very well. I will be in the command center if you need me, and I am always reachable by message."

//Runner

She turned and bowed in reply, pressing the dazed Carrier to her chest like a toy, while it in response let out a rather abnormal doll-like squeak, "Thank you, Mataeru, I'll keep that in mind."

With that, she walked on, her Carrier Prime letting out another helpless squeak further down the hall.

[End RP 03/23 09:56]