Rails of the launcher as it is loaded, like a bullet, into the weapons systems.
To be deployed.
Not a ramsled, no, simply to be treated like a projectile, not a vehicle meant to deliver it's crew safely.
The pod is just a casing for the figure within.
The voice of the cephalon calls through~>
Security restraining cords, enveloping the figure into the vague shape of a torso, one that hasn't even fully finished defrosting when it twists.
It rattles, violently, against the restraints against every inch of it's body, the glass of the pod cracks, and the pod itself barely remains on the ~>
Deep into The Void, a ship wanders.
It's research halls have been long empty, but no void growths have taken root.
Her name, is the 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐀.
And in the cold below, her bow turns lazily, like a grand whale whose picked the scent of krill in distant waves.
A voice within murrs to life, a ~>
Practically parted in a maw of flesh and sharp teeth and steel.
Tearing cloth reveals six green optics, and the radon glow in them shown, is followed with a deafening howl.
There will be no survivors. Only another empty hull in space.
Hallway, half-sunk into the caved in walls of the grineer galleons, the impact has done just enough to his restraints.
It has scratched them, slightly. Dark blue armoured cloth now only ever slightly weaker than before.
And that's all it needs.
The creature's arms stretch, it's skull ~>
Speakers no longer heard by a crew.
- "May the Void Forgive their sins.
Delivering mercy."
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Moments later.
Saturn Proxima.
The void rift splits, for only a split second, and a young lancer, just at that moment patrolling by one of the windowed bridges, peerd out, just at the correct~>
Instant, to see off white and gold.
And his radio picking up two words:
- "Delivering mercy."
He is gone a moment later.
The pod lies shattered from the impact, the void of space allowed in to grant the projectile a moment to gather it's bearings.
The wrapped body now lies sprawled down the~>
Holographic display whirrs to life into the form of a crimson cross of light.
Her voice growls through, slashing through the silence.
- "Criminal activity detected: Saturn Proxima.
Cephalon Enma: Initiating Judgement."
The Cryogenic tube booms to life, it's container wrapped in long ~>
