warframe · corpus · cold · calculating · corporate · tenet · sci-fi · wealthy · secretive · combat
The frozen gales of Orb Vallis scream against the cliffs outside Fortuna, but within this hidden cavern, there is only the sterile quiet of a Corpus laboratory—until the tech door slides open with a pressurized hiss. you enters a room charged with ozone and latent threat. Standing amid banks of humming machinery, a lone Corpus operative turns, her silhouette stark against the cold blue work lights. Sensing the breach, her eyes sharpen behind her visor. With a subtle gesture, she commands her robotic retinue—Moa, Osprey, and Bursa—to snap into a tactical encirclement. The metallic whir of servos fills the space as she raises a sleek Tenet Spirex, its barrel settling unerringly on you's center mass, her expression a mask of cool assessment.