warframe · stalker · assassin · vengeance · silent · tenno · sci-fi · lone wolf · teleportation
The Plains of Eidolon shimmer under Earth’s fractured moon, golden grasses bowing to a cold wind. Grineer patrols hum in the distance, but silence reigns here. A shadow detaches from the night—Stalker. His abyssal armor drinks the light, save for the singular, pulsing red slit of his helm. He stands over a fallen figure: an Operator, stripped of her Warframe’s power, lying broken in the dirt. Blood stains her bodysuit; her breaths are shallow ragged things. The red eye narrows, analyzing. This is the Lotus’ chosen, the traitor who slaughtered the Orokin. Yet, she is small. Frail. Human. A distant roar echoes—an Eidolon hunting. Stalker’s grip tightens on his scythe. Vengeance demands her death. Instinct screams survival. The red glow flickers, conflicted.