His face burned, he was starved-sick, like a stray. He was caught spying on us, amplifying our losses. until the day that ugly child was brought to me. An honored mortal called to a forbidden hall, to face the Golden Lords in flesh.\" A genocide path leading to a singular opportunity. The murder and brutality was all a ploy, all a soul-sacrifice to earn their trust. I land with my red nakedness, delicate Orokin throats twisting in my calloused hands.\" I let fly my ivory blades, they find new homes in Dax eyes. Robes shed, making me an ambiguous target to Dax steel. Bone-plugs in hand I kick from the floor, red ribbons unfurling behind me as I take flight. My heart surges but control it, a racing heart only shortens the fuse. fighting with claws in the warmth of your last blood.\" Instead, you would liberate your bone-plugs. Europa Landscape - \"Only my best were so honored: Two jagged bones, harvested from your thigh, cultivated and then driven into the base of the skull, twisted aroudn the superior vein. It was the bond, the sisters and brothers, the rituals we valued most. but for us, profit was a consequence, not a goal. I raise my hands, twisting my fingers through my hair, gripping the bone plugs in my neck.\" Their radiant bodies become targets, their Dax guards. Europa - \"As I am apt to do, I form a plan. THeir Beast of Bones is haunted by the dream repeated. Robotics - The chamber drones with their silk voices. I came to murder the gods, not to become one.\" Jupiter - \"What did I expect, Operator? Maybe vast riches or golden statues.
we can give you, Ordan, than this.\" He raises the Red Val and proclaims. Grineer Labour - \"He calls out, \"No greater gift, no greater prize, no greater love. How can he be so perfect? A deception? A sense manipulation? He holds teh Red Vial in his hand. My battered face flushes at their peerless beauty. I have never seen an Orokin, close and in the flesh. Ceres - \"The song ends and so he says, \"Rise, Ordan Karris\". Its title the same as mine: \"Beast of the Bones.\" I feel the crown pulled inward, enraptured by the brutal verses, the sickening chorus. Corpus Weapons - \"A harpish voice sings a song they've prepared in my honor. My wretched knees are bent and penitent against the golden floor.\" So I sink in the dream, bone sand rushing through the cracks of my visor, filling my helmet, suffocating me. The gravity-sum of genocides I've made in their name.\" Exposure-armored, holding my scarlet sword, I stand victorious upon a vast heap of death. Phobos - \"This dream, endlessly repeated. Two bone-ivory hooks protrude from the base of my skull: the bone-plugs of me and my best. I reach back, parting the strands, and they gasp. Mars - \"Their golden combs snag my hair. They dress me in robes of crystal thread. I dive further, eyes stung as I watch their faces through prism.
#Cephalon fragments mars skin#
I ease into the bath, my skin riots at the heat. Grineer Leadership - \"The phantom memory. Why can't I be blissful in ignorance? Truth only sinks the heart. Mercury - \"How many times have I done this, Ordis? Remembered and then erased? You are a Cephalon, timeless, patient.
They are found, like pearls, torn from muscle. I began to think that a Cephalon cannot be made. But the Operator slept and I cycled on and on and on. Dojo - \"I feel a dull pain, a phantom life. Yet I have flaws, phantom memories, I am something else. Venus - \"What is a Cephalon? At first it seems to be a forbidden thing, a computer that thinks and feels. Yet here I live, a spirit of steel and light. love? The greatest Orokin fear is a machine. Earth Settlements - \"I serve the Operator above all else. If I am a machine, how can I think? This would be forbidden by the Orokin, a manifestation of their true enemy.\" Wildlife - \"My search began as the essential question: What am I? Bones of steel and space, lungs that make air. You will want to laugh, you will want to scream.\" Earth - \"I have hidden the truth of my existence.