Transference, stepping out of Yareli and leaving it in the Arsenal. Her ship, she figured; she may as well explore it herself. Personal quarters, just as empty as the rest, clean and new-smelling. Soon enough she'd make it look like someone actually lived in there, but until then, she supposed there was something to be said for a blank slate of a dwelling. So much potential, and she had all the time she wanted to think about that later. She peered into the core of the ship, the wide open space of the Transference room, and the chair in its center. She'd sit there later, but not yet.
She wondered, briefly, why nobody had greeted her yet. Didn't these ships always come with a Cephalon installed? Perhaps she'd have to purchase one herself. Odd; in her experience, the Orokin never spared any expense on the Tenno, for well or for ill, no matter how badly strapped for resources the Empire was. Perhaps that policy had changed. Cheapskates. But understandable though.
Anyway. Next room, last room. A room whose walls and ceiling were covered in pulsating, flexing grey flesh, dimly lit by purple-red bioluminescence. A variety of potted plants around the walls, some she recognized, some unfamiliar. The floor, glass, with a tank of water below, fleshy tendrils trailing into it and fish swimming between them. In the center of the room, a chair, a few tendrils of the room's Infested flesh winding across it.
Liv did not take more than a few steps into the room, and if the door had not opened automatically, she would have knocked. For although she was the owner and Operator of this ship, this room was not truly hers. Helminth's room. A roommate, of sorts. A servant, of sorts. Inhuman, inscrutable, and in control of the ship's capacity to build, repair, and modify Warframes, a power that very nearly matched her own. How should she address it...?
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