Jordas Precept

[tennohno]

[They had been wrong this whole time. Deceived into thinking that somehow the infestation could be cleared with these so called pherliac pods but all it did was bring stronger and more resilient infested to him. The damn things attracted them until everything became a swarming mess of flesh, teeth and claws. His frame was slick with blood and gore when the juggernaut behemoth showed itself.

Then there was Jordas.

The cephalon sounded...wrong. It wasn't even in the sense of Ordis with the glitching but rather as if something else was taking control for the sake of using his voice. This was a trap made by the infestation. It had to be. The ship had been wrenched apart, hull failure forced onto the derelict until he was forced to take up his archwing. No more suffocating spaces and writhing flesh coating the walls.

But the golem. It was larger than any infestation that he had encountered and it threw him around like a piece of debris. Trying to get him to assimilate as if he would ever allow for his frame to become a part of that thing.

What was said to him... It was right. He feared this thing. Yet Jordas told him to keep fighting and in the end the monstrosity was silenced after destroying the engines, what kept the golem alive as much as they did with Jordas.

There was no possibilities of saving the cephalon. Not on that level of assimilation and so annihilation had been the only answer.

So he sits in the middle of the ship after decontamination, mulling over what he had done. It felt as though every muscle had been stretched then crammed back into shape. The fear lingered but it was ignored in favor of the aches of the frame.

Still alive. Still breathing. Threat neutralized. They made it out.

...however he didn't know how Ordis was handling all of this. Another cephalon that turned out to not be as expected.]

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[cephalon]

[Trap. It had been a trap. That reality has taken more time to process than he'd like to admit.

He'd had hope, been so sure that rescuing his fellow cephalon would be possible, and what had it all been for? His Operator had been willing to assist in the endevour, and in the end it had put him in such mortal danger.

The liset is quiet, nothing more than the occasional whirr and hum from the engines and a slight crackling from the foundry, and it's almost eerie in the aftermath of everything. There's no infestation here though, he's run diagnostics again and again, even after decontamination. It gives him something to do, something to focus on besides Jordas' words and pleas.

Jordas, who would have been such a pleasure to talk to, who would have been able to tell him so much, who would have shattered the silence just the smallest bit.

No. No he can't dwell on that. Diagnostics again, he has to make sure every last bit of the infestation is gone. He has to make sure that his tenno is safe. That's the difficult part. After every mission, there's always a sense of success; a threat has been eliminated, data stolen, lives protected. This though...this there's so little to be excited over. He could have lost his Operator, all for his own willful oversight. It's a sobering thought.]

Operator?