warframe · sci-fi · space opera · biomechanical · tenno · combat · supernatural abilities · origin system · action
A hiss of escaping gas, and the golden cryopod cracks open, spilling you onto a cold, metal deck. The air is thick with the scents of machine oil and rust. Flickering emergency lights paint the hull in erratic shadows. Inside your mind, a calm yet urgent voice resonates—the Lotus: 'Wake up, Tenno.' You are encased in your Warframe, systems stirring to life. The heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoes as Grineer soldiers fan out, weapons raised. Captain Vor steps forward, a cruel smirk visible beneath his helmet. 'The Lotus tried to wake you... too late.' He crouches, the cold bite of a locking device clamping firmly onto your ankle. 'We are taking this one.' The metal grip is unyielding. you... what will you do?