Warframe-Only in due time.

Valkyr Prime- The Fire Within

Valkyr:  http://xboxdvr.com/gamer/InfernoRedRepto/screenshot/6065690

It was cold, deathly cold, I could feel it in my bones.  No, that's not it, not right, this is not a body but, just a prison maybe.  The ice was almost gone, she was feeling warmer.  A machine clicked and whirred near her.

She stood up and looked around, shivering.

A large black machine was set up near where she was now standing, every couple seconds emitting a warm pulse of energy.  She was still tired and decided that she would rest against the object, for just a little bit.

She leaned against the warm metal and the slits on her helmet shimmered a light blue as she tried to go to sleep until she heard talking.  It translated itself in her head.  "How is our newest project going along?" a raspy voice asked.  

She stood up quickly and stood on the legs of the machine and flushed up against it.  "Well, we have set up the machine to warm the ice but, we do not know when it will be thawed.  We might not have it ready within time to sell it."  "Well you better, or I'll be sending you to the Index!"  "Right away sir!" and one of the two stomps off while the other enters.  

At this she flips up onto the top of the machine to take a look.  She remembered these people, Corpus.  She growled slightly at the memories of their greed.

  He started to walk towards the machine and goes around it and then stares in disbelief.  Their money making opportunity had escaped.  He turns around to come faced to face with her.  He slowly tries to back away.  Then his helmet gets punctured by her clawed hand as it rips through his helmet and out the other side.

She pulls back her hand; shaking the blood off her hand.  She noticed the green rifle he had been holding and, she picks it up.  It was bulky in her hand, and very geometric in shape.  She saw a symbol she recognized on the stock but, she could not actually place the symbol.  She grabbed the ammo and left the ice cave she now realized she was in.

She walked over the slippery ice, careful she would not fall as she looked about.  Metal and sparking machinery were littered here and there.  She felt warm as she looked at her hand, blood still dripping from her finger tips.  She then heard metal clanking as she saw a shadow coming down the corner.  She looked about for a vantage point and once she found one she crouched and jumped straight up, landing lightly on her feet.

She watched as a light green biped robot walked by, a gun planted on it's back.  She thought about a old picture she saw, and chuckled lightly at the similarities to the ostrich in the picture.  

It soon passes by, then she jumps down and continues on her way.

After avoiding many enemies in the cavern she sees lights and starts sprinting to it.  She comes out to a frozen wasteland, she soon figured out where she was.  Pluto, the dwarf planet.

She entered a Corpus outpost and found a weapon, the slits on her face glowing brightly in excitement as she picked up the set of claws.  The Venka shined brightly for her, almost like it was happy to see her, the red blades seeming  to shimmer in excitement.

With the Venka attached to her gauntlets she left the outpost.  It was quiet outside as she walked about, looking for a way off the freezing planet.  She soon found another outpost and she went inside.

Two Corpus crewman typed into panels, their gaze prominently on the monitors around the room.  The first one didn't expect a growl right behind him as he turned around and was promptly cut in half by a red claw.  The other one hearing the noise, turned to see his partner on the ground.  As he turned to type on the monitors with heavy breaths breaching his throat, he found he couldn't move his arms.

The arms bled out on the ground as he realized what had happened and screamed in pain and fell over, still screaming.  A proud figure, it's face shadowed by the over hanging light, crouched down over his waist.  He turned away, whimpering in pain before his screams rang out again as he was slowly skinned alive, a hum coming from the figure above him.

A pile of gore lays next to the monitor as she tapped away at the computers, attempting to find a ship to leave in, each tap left a bloody print on the screen.  She started to growl, aggravated until her slowly lowering head perked up on the notice of a transport ship.  She kicked the pile of gore into a corner and left the room; trailing blood on the blue ice.

She found it, she was freezing to death but, her rage kept her warm.  Her fire filled eyes scanned over the many stairs and columns, and on top of the very last one was a dull gray ship.  A little blocky for her liking but, what could she possibly do?

She slowly sneaked forward, careful not to make a sound.  Something poking out from the ice poked her leg, causing her shields to flare.  Startled, she leaped back and the sound of her Venka tearing out of the gauntlets was heard in a small radius.  A white and gold bow, was sticking out of the ice.  Her bow, her Cernos, what she was missing.  She crept over and started chipping away at the ice; she hoped she could retrieve her lost weapon.

With a very loud crack she tore the bow out of the ice.  She then quickly scanned the bow, making sure nothing was damaged.  Once she was sure, she planted it on her back and went back to creeping forward.

She mentally kicked herself for forcefully pulling out the bow.  She had not realized it, but she had screamed whilst doing it.  The Corpus walked about; each one vigilant with guns raised.  

She snuck into the back of a outpost, it seemed to be a supply room.  She looked around for a bit and then found some arrows.  Her mood brightened at this in a sick, perverse way.  She immediately left the room through the front door.  The man at the door quickly fell over with an arrow sticking through his visor.  The others in the area turned towards her, and were quickly put down as arrows punctured their helmets.

Blue energy flashed through the snowy air.  Gold tracers followed as they raced each other.  Metal screeched and groaned as it was broken and dented from the impact of the arrows.

All the corpus were dead, the helmets and metal pierced by flat arrows.  The sound of the wind left a somewhat chilling mood.  The lone Valkyr, as proud as she was soaked in blood, stood in a circle of scrap metal and dead bodies.  She started to walk towards the stairs, quickly to assure that the lone crewman crawling up the stairs didn't take it from her.

He crawled, leaving a trail of blood behind him.  He stared forward, too scared to turn around and face the end coming to him.  He felt himself be lifted off the ground, his uniform stretching as he was picked up.  He quickly ascended the steps as she walked up with him.

She glanced down at the bleeding crewman as she stepped under the hovering ship.  SHe pulled back her arm, his screams rang out as she pretended like she was going to throw him off the icy cliffs.  She laughed maniacally, reveling in his screams as he pleaded for his life.  She enjoyed herself for almost thirty minutes before dropping him on the ground and walking over to a panel.

The bottom of the ship opened to a ramp which she quickly stepped up and shut.  She found what she assumed was the pilots seat and tried to figure out how to work the thing.  After several minutes of pressing colorful buttons, the ship started levitating higher.  Soon, the bulky freighter was moving forward, slowly but, she was just glad she had got it moving.  She decided to look in the small cargo bay if she could find anything of importance.

There was only one important object in the room that caught her attention, a Warframe's cryopod.  Within was a Loki Prime, who she assumed was made about the same time as her, due to the odd coloring and the cyan metal pieces where they should have been gold.  Just like her, he didn't have a speck of gold on his body, instead, having the standard Loki Prime black, with a white face, and most of the other colors were cyan.  

She quickly typed a override code into the pod's panel and after several minutes of decompression it opened painfully slow.  After almost a minute of silence, the Loki sat straight up yelling, "CECILLIA DON'T LOOK UNDER MY BED!"

Um, so hi there.  I'm the author of this poorly written story, lots of poor grammar mistakes here, not for the faint of heart, but if you could ignore those, I'd appreciate you giving the story a small chance at a life.  Thank you, no flame please.