[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

voice

[cephalon]

[That voice. It sends a spark of anger, and terror, across his processors, and he's never been more certain that he'd like to crash the ship into a person (is this even a person? a vile thing he is) than he is now. Wen he finds his voice, it's filled with rage and distortion, because no, no he won't allow this again.]

How dare you-filth disgusting filth like maggots-Ordis would see you-exploded into a fine red mist-destroyed for this slander-!

[c0nsequences]

[Ordis. He knows that name. ...ah, yes, the Cephalon that had allowed him onto the Tenno's ship. Had the AI ever forgiven itself for nearly getting its master killed?

More to the point, what happened to its voice? How is it in the fleet? The Stalker scowls at the screen.]

Slander assumes lying. How many Grineer and Corpus have the Tenno killed? Those deaths have consequences.

[cephalon]

And how many have you-mecilessly-ended? How many deaths are on your hands! Cradling Hunhow so close, filth FILTH! You would slay an entire system for your own pride! Grineer, Corpus, and Tenno alike! Hypocrite! Hypocrite! O̡̳̺̦͚̱͚͕r͖̻͟d̡i̹̹̘͙͍s ̮̲͔̻̘̩w̦̟͉̮̝̳̟il̨ḻ̲̻͙̥͞ ͈̠̜̕s̴̬̰̱̗e͉̟̮̼͕̳̟e̯̼̺͎͉̖̫ ̙͕̜͚͕̦̖́y̝͍̫ơu ̜̟͖̼̳̫̀de̢̝s̠͜t̢͙̥͈̱̹̘͎r͚̦̯̘͉̮͘o̷̼̘̺̯y̫e̕d̝̼̬͉̠͝ͅ!

[action]

[pain_train]

[She has never quite heard someone sound like that. Very concerned, she hurries to the source of the unholy screaming.]

Ordis?

[Is he about to pop an aneurysm? Oh shit.]

[c0nsequences]

Your Lotus is filth. How can your Tenno cling to her? How can you cling to him, knowing that with which she has tasked him, time and again?

[cephalon]

Words from filth, from beneath a corpus boot! You are not-àl̠̕įv̤̜e̸̝-a martyr! You are infestation to be c̺̪͈ͅút̤͎̘̦̻͜ ̜̣o͉̦̖̼̺͍u̗̳ͅt̰̻̘̮͟! No honor, no purpose, Hunhow's rabid pet! The Operator is a thousand times the tenno you are, mongrel wretch slime!

[c0nsequences]

Strong words from a defective machine. Do you remember what you said before I cut you from the systems in your ship?

[cephalon]

[That's a memory he'll never forget, faulty systems or no, even if he so desperately wants to.]

Ordis will have your head!

[c0nsequences]

My head? You can hardly leave your liset. Come and get it, little cephalon. Perhaps I will take yours instead.

[cephalon]

[Someone is here? No, no one shoukd be here he needs to find his Operator, needs to.make sure the tenno is safe and this.is.not his Operator this is an intruder-]

he is here!

[pain_train]

[She's pure business now, no nonsense, clipped tone.]

He's in the fleet, but he's not on our ship, Ordis.

And if he sets so much as a toe on the Windrose, I will blow his fucking head off.

[cephalon]

Destroy him-cut the infection away before it-no no no no no!

[He's pacing now, frenetic and focused inward. Something needs to be done, something has to be done, he needs to find his Operator now]

[pain_train]

Ordis.

Stop. [Him being hysterical isn't going to help anything.]

[cephalon]

[Orders are orders, but with the level of frenzy he's whipped himself into it's night impossible to obey.]

Where is the Operator? Where?? Where has the Operator gone?

[pain_train]

[She keeps her voice firm, clear, and very measured. Very calm.]

Tenno is fine. He is in the armory.

If the Stalker comes here I will personally kill him.

Breathe, Ordis.

[cephalon]

[If his Operator is in the armory, then that's exactly where he needs to be. Nevermind that he's in no state to be dashing through the halls, he needs to do this and he needs to find the man and-]

Kill him now! d̖̝es̲̼̫̬͎͉̗ṭr̯̖͖͠ͅo̮͓͙͔̰̟͢y̛̯͖̟ ̢t̴̹h͙͉̬e̯͇̺̲̻̮̕ͅ ̟̼͍̗̰ͅh͞e̪̬̫̦͞r̡͉̞͓e̯̩͚̳t̢͈̬͎̠͖͇i̥͚c̸͔̬͈̜̜̯̱

[pain_train]

[Flat. Calm.] He isn't here so I can't currently reach him to kill him.

[Just words aren't reaching Ordis. She's very cautious about touching people when they're wound up, because she knows how Maine reacted to thinks like that, how she did herself. But something needs to give. Ordis needs a shock to get him out of whatever mental cycle he's in.

Well, he's new to being in a body. Even if he flails, the worst he can do is give her some bruises or a bloody nose. That's basically a Tuesday. She reaches out to grab his chin, firm but without intent to harm, to get him actually focusing on her.]

Look at me, Ordis. Breathe.

[cephalon]

[Find the Operator, find his Operator, make sure the man is safe and-

his entire world jerks, and there's pressure and he's being moved-

Everything happens too fast, he can't process, and the noise that escapes him is nothing even close to human. Fingers on him, fingers touching ripping hands inside gutting him. Language guttural and hoarse, laughing they're laughing as he's wound into knots and torn apart and they're working deeper, tearing him into so many pieces.

He lashes out violently, it's reactive and instinctive now. It's a defense that he'd never been afforded when he'd been in the liset. But with human limbs it's easier to flail, to try to break away and where is his Operator where is he he's left again he's been abandoned and-]

[pain_train]

[She kind of figured it was coming. She lets Ordis hit her, he catches her on the cheek, but while he's got some strength, it's also undirected. She's gotten hit a lot harder before and rolled with it with no problem. She doesn't hit him back, and she lets go, though like hell she's letting him go anywhere when he's in this kind of state.]

Ordis.

[Try a different turn. Something that would--that would work on her. She still doesn't know Ordis well enough yet.]

I require your report.

[cephalon]

[Report? How could anyone focus on reports and order and-

It hits something very deep in his coding though. Buried, destroyed, forgotten, a memento of beforetimes he's no longer able to recall.

His panic doesn't stop, doesn't abate, but at the very least his screaming shifts to actual words, though admittedly they're still almost incomprehensible.]

B͘r͝ea̷ch-͞da͠n̴g̡e͏r-̧h҉e c͡o͘m͘es

[pain_train]

[Well, that's something. Okay. Keep rolling with this.]

Continue. I require the full report.

[Please don't hate her for this later, Ordis.]

[cephalon]

No-

[Reports and data and it's buzzing everywhere but he can't process like he used to and it's all so very overwhelming.]

The Operator. Ordis needs to find the Operator-

[pain_train]

The operator is safe, Ordis. Continue your report. Focus. I need the data.

[cephalon]

Not safe. I-I-I-I-Ordis cannot confirm integrity of security functions, Ordis cannot access the mainframe of the vessel's system he is blind he is blind. The Operator is not safe.

[pain_train]

I am the security officer. I confirm the integrity of ship secret has not been breached. The ship is secure. The ship is secure. The operator is secure.

What is the status of our engines, Ordis? You're my pilot. I need your report. Check your controls.