INACTIVE

It's been fun, I'll miss you all

[orokinmade-blog]

So it’s been a little over a year since I was last here. I took a bit of a break from Warframe, the game as well as the fandom. Got into some new things, enjoyed some old things. I’ve found that Warframe has garnered my interest once again, and I can’t help but love our little ship Cephalon. I never really did stop, I suppose.

My point is I’ve been considering returning here again. I would probably switch over to being mutuals-only, as I have started to do with most of my RP blogs. It’s just easier on me and helps me to keep the amount of threads I have going at once under control. My activity may be a little lower than before, as well, as I’m working on other things on top of this. However, I’ve felt really drawn back here again, to one of my favorite muses.

I’m not sure just yet if I will return. I’m not sure how large or small the Warframe RPC is as of now, or if anyone still follows this blog at all. But Ordis may make a return in the near future. Time will tell.

[orokinmade-blog]

Misunderstandings - CLOSED for @destroyer-immortalizer

[destroyer-immortalizer-blog]

orokinmade:

(🔷): Ordis didn’t bother to dry his hair with a towel. He simply rung it out a few times into the bath tub, before running his fingers back through it to keep it out of his eyes. The Ship Cephalon dried his torso before wrapping his towel around his waist. When he looked up, he caught sight of Simaris staring at him. He offered an uncertain smile, lopsided.

Walking over to the sink as Simaris spoke, Ordis met the other’s eyes in the mirror.

“Ordis is quite sure you are fine, however you decide to present yourself.”

[🔶] : Another little huff escaped Simaris, though a smile crossed his features as well. “I would hope I look a bit more than just ‘fine’ to you, Ordis. However, if you were implying that you are satisfied with my appearance no matter what… then I believe I will go without my usual assortment of products. Provided I do not leave my quarters.”

For someone who so often seemed unconcerned with the opinions of others, Simaris sure could be vain.

After attempting to push and toss his hair back and off of his face a bit more, he turned, hand brushing Ordis’s as he headed back for the main area of his quarters. “If there is anything in particular you would like to eat, let me know,” he stated. Even as he already gave a few silent mental commands to a couple of Helios sentinels to start pulling out dishes and such.

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): “Simaris, please. You know exactly what I meant.” Ordis scolded, though he couldn’t help but smirk slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. They may have been om better terms now, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him a little.

The Ship Cephalon followed behind the other as they exited the bathroom, still clad in only a towel. He did only have the one outfit on hand, after all.

“Oh, Simaris, you don’t have to—“

[destroyer-immortalizer-blog]

orokinmade:

(🔷): Ordis sat back as Simaris listed off the injuries he had sustained from the crash. He gave a huff, running a hand back through his white hair. Stars, had it truly been that bad? No wonder he seemed to have been here so long…

However, Simaris’ sudden change in tone made Ordis look up, concern flashing across his own features. He could feel the tension as it choked the two. It made him nervous.

As the Great Cephalon continued, Ordis allowed his hand to stay pressed against his forehead, mismatched eyes staring straight ahead. This could not be happening.

In one swift, sudden movement, the Ship Cephalon tore the sheets back, revealing his two legs. His breath hitched at the sight of the plethora of brand new scars that littered his left leg, leaving the skin a mottled mess.

The hand that held the blankets tightened around them, and Ordis simply stared again, blankly, now down at his own limb. Perhaps he would be able to walk without assistance in time. Meaning he would need assistance before then.

Running a hand back through his hair again, he this time closed his fist around a good chunk of white locks. His free hand pulled the blankets back up over himself as he slumped, eyes unfocused and staring forwards.

Yet another imperfection on an old, broken, useless Cephalon.

[🔶] : Ordis wasn’t saying anything, but then, he didn’t really have to. Simaris, even as emotionally clueless as he could be, knew that Ordis was not taking the news well. At all.

He watched the Cephalon uncertainly, eyes flickering down to look at his leg scars as well - and a knot in his stomach forming at the mere sight as he remembered how they had looked when fresh and unpatched. Simaris did his best to avert his gaze after the initial glance, both for Ordis’s sake and his own.

“… Physical therapy will help. Once you are able to begin it,” Simaris stated, more quietly than before. “I doubt you will be able to remain standing independently for long periods of time. But I can make sure that you are not required to do so.”

He didn’t know how much that would help, really. Dealing with this type of situation was not something he did regularly. Certainly not with a Cephalon he had such mixed history with.

“I believe you were not told yet due to your condition over the past few weeks. I… also hope that my informing you is not too… disruptive. I thought… you had a right to know.”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis made no move to acknowledge that Simaris had even spoken to him. He just stared straight ahead, a look of utter despair clear on his features. Finally, he seemed to break free as he swallowed dryly,

“No.” he spoke, “It... It’s fine.”

There was another moment of silence, as Ordis’ attention seemed to be drifting once more to his own thoughts. It was clear that he was troubled, as he turned his gaze to the side.

“... Yes, well. Ordis will... Be sure to be as useful as possible.”

[orokinmade-blog]

Misunderstandings - CLOSED for @destroyer-immortalizer

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): It was strange, to say the least, how they had ended up here. Funny, really. What had begun as a talk had turned into… So much more. Much more than Ordis could ever have imagined. 

Ordis gave a huff and an equally amused smile in reply to Simaris’ quip, as he followed the other’s lead. Finishing up in the shower took the Ship Cephalon a little longer than usual, as he let the warm water run down over his back, soothing the remaining tension. Once they had finally gotten themselves clean, Ordis stepped out after Simaris, wrapping himself in a towel. 

[destroyer-immortalizer-blog]

[🔶] : Simaris stood, drying himself off and scrubbing his hair with a towel to get as much water out of it as he could, shaking his head slightly once he was finished. Once dry, he hung up his own towel and opted for a nearby bathrobe to cover himself.

The Sanctuary Cephalon looked at himself in the mirror and gave a little huff. To him, all the tiny imperfections in him were now on display. His hair was already starting to assume its naturally wild curls poking in every direction, now that it was starting to dry and wasn’t slicked back. He had hints of circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. His face looked less sharp, less angular, and small inconsistencies in skin tone were clearer now.

But then he turned to look at Ordis again, and the other Cephalon was… exactly the same. Still beautifully scarred and imperfect. Still rugged and rough and, in his roughness, absolutely beautiful.

It took Simaris a moment to gather his thoughts enough to speak.

“I… hope you do not mind if I delay my usual routine. I would like to present myself as I normally do, but I believe you would be waiting a while were I to begin that process…”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis didn’t bother to dry his hair with a towel. He simply rung it out a few times into the bath tub, before running his fingers back through it to keep it out of his eyes. The Ship Cephalon dried his torso before wrapping his towel around his waist. When he looked up, he caught sight of Simaris staring at him. He offered an uncertain smile, lopsided.

Walking over to the sink as Simaris spoke, Ordis met the other’s eyes in the mirror.

“Ordis is quite sure you are fine, however you decide to present yourself.”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis pondered this statement for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. He was right, wasn’t he? No matter how angry the Cephalon had been with the other, he would have acted immediately regardless. Ordis may have been one to hold grudges, but he was also not one to sit back and allow harm to befall other Cephalon. Not if he could help it. 

“My…” he spoke, breaking the silence. Looking down for a moment, he removed his hands, before continuing, not daring to look at Simaris,

 “I-It’s fine. Just… So-ORe.” 

They were quiet again for a while, tension evident in the room. Ordis kept his gaze turned to the side, a frown still etched onto his features. 

“What, um… What else did they say..?” 

[destroyer-immortalizer-blog]

[🔶] : Well… Ordis would have to find out eventually. It may as well be from him.

“Other injuries you suffered included, but were not limited to, kidney damage, broken ribs, and a concussion. Countless surface wounds and burns. Some physical damage to your array and systems. Most of your vital organs and more important systems were spared,” Simaris listed off, dutifully. He wasn’t going to lie to Ordis about the state they had found him in. He deserved better than that.

“As for your leg…” Here, Simaris hesitated, a slight tension taking over him. “The Mechanics have done all they were able, but it will not be as it was. You will walk again - with time, and work, perhaps you will be able to walk without assistance of any kind. But some damage will be permanent.”

Simaris wasn’t sugarcoating anything. It wasn’t in his nature. But that didn’t stop him from glancing up at Ordis, watching him in concern for his reaction. “At least, that is what I have been able to discern.”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis sat back as Simaris listed off the injuries he had sustained from the crash. He gave a huff, running a hand back through his white hair. Stars, had it truly been that bad? No wonder he seemed to have been here so long...

However, Simaris’ sudden change in tone made Ordis look up, concern flashing across his own features. He could feel the tension as it choked the two. It made him nervous.

As the Great Cephalon continued, Ordis allowed his hand to stay pressed against his forehead, mismatched eyes staring straight ahead. This could not be happening.

In one swift, sudden movement, the Ship Cephalon tore the sheets back, revealing his two legs. His breath hitched at the sight of the plethora of brand new scars that littered his left leg, leaving the skin a mottled mess.

The hand that held the blankets tightened around them, and Ordis simply stared again, blankly, now down at his own limb. Perhaps he would be able to walk without assistance in time. Meaning he would need assistance before then.

Running a hand back through his hair again, he this time closed his fist around a good chunk of white locks. His free hand pulled the blankets back up over himself as he slumped, eyes unfocused and staring forwards.

Yet another imperfection on an old, broken, useless Cephalon.

[orokinmade-blog]

"For the last time, Cephalon Ordis, I will no longer serve the will of The Lotus. That chapter of my life is over." [tennoxsansxloyalty]

@tennoxsansxloyalty

(🔷):“But, but… Operator!” Ordis insisted, exasperation evident in his voice, “The Lotus– she is your guide! What will you do without her?!” 

[tennoxsansxloyalty]

“My “guide” is a chronic liar with a habit of keeping her own children in the dark.” Kayzen growled “I can’t trust her anymore, Ordis. The decision is final. I’m taking Limbo Prime and I’m leaving.”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): “But… Where will you go?!” he pressed, “What will you do?!”

Ordis had never expected the Operator to abandon the Lotus. He had never prepared for something like this. What… About him?

“Operator… What will you do with Ordis?”

[tennoxsansxloyalty]

“Ordis…” Kayzen sighed, smiling at him “Stop with that. You are one-in-a-million. Even if I find another cephalon, it just wouldn’t be the same…

but I need to carve my own path. I don’t want to be viewed as “Just another child of The Lotus” just as much as you want to be “Just another cephalon”. If you need me, truly and desperately, just make contact I’ll jump in to assist without a second thought…but I need to be my own person. 

From The Orokin to The Lotus, I’ve spent too long in service of others. It’s time I serve myself, for a change.”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): “W-- Wait!” Ordis blurted, a hint of desperation in his voice, “Operator... Ordis does not wish to part with you. If it is not too much to ask, please, allow me to accompany you, wherever it is you feel you need to go.” 

Though Ordis had been programmed to follow the orders of The Lotus, should she give them, his prime precept was to watch over and keep the Operator safe. If the Operator no longer wished to serve the Lotus, Ordis wished to accompany them, no matter the costs. 

“Please, Operator.” 

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis startled at the other’s sudden outburst. He had done this before, had said this before. Did he truly think this? Was this just the Infestation speaking? Ordis wasn’t sure. 

“Jordas! That is not true-- You know that is not true! Ordis trusted you! Risked the Operator’s life to try and save you! I--” he was cut off as the Infested Cephalon seemed to quarrel with himself. It was off-putting, to say the least, but Ordis said nothing of it. 

“Jordas...” he began, his tone almost pitying, “You... Do not have to be alone. I-- ... I will help you. If, however, and only if, we agree to leave the Operator out of this.” 

[cephalonghost]

orokinmade‌:

(🔷): Ordis was quiet as Ghost spoke, a soft frown still etched onto his features. The Ship Cephalon truly did feel guilty for his treatment of the other, and hoped that she would accept his apology. However, he barely got his answer before he was startled nearly straight out of his skin.

He looked up quickly as the Archival Cephalon suddenly appeared in the hallway. In an instant, he let go of Ghost’s hands, pulling his own back instinctively.

“Cephalon Suda! Wh— No! No, Ordis was simply—!” he stammered, scrambling to his feet. It was obvious he was still a little nervous about meeting up with Suda. Was she still angry with him?

“F— Forgive me, I should have made my presence known to both of you.”

(🔹🔷🔹) :  Suda watched with slight amusement at how flustered and startled Ordis became at the realization of her presence. As well as how equally embarrassed Ghost was as she attempted to hide her eyes by pulling her circlet down over them. 

“You needn’t be so worried, Ordis. I know very well that was not what was occurring. I was simply stating my observation.” She said while letting out a small, pitying, chuckle as she walked towards him. A hand raised to let him know that he could calm himself once she was standing in front of him.

While Suda was taller than Ghost by quite a bit, she was still much shorter, and much less physically imposing, than Ordis. She could appear intimidating despite that, if she wished, but that was far beyond her intent at the moment.

With a gentle smile, she placed her raised hand on the ship cehalon’s shoulder.

“I am pleased to see you here as promised. Come,” she gestured with her head to her syndicate dwellings behind them. “let us head somewhere more private so you and Ghost may talk.”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis’ body stiffened slightly as the hand was rested upon his shoulder, though he tried his best to calm himself. He swallowed hard before speaking,

“Of course.” he answered, nodding once. The last thing he would do is promise to come and then not show up. He really didn’t need to anger Suda any further. 

The Ship Cephalon followed the other into her personal Relay room, the doors sliding closed behind them. His nerves were high, and anxiety through the roof as he walked. It wasn’t so much the Cephalon around him that made him feel this way, but the topic he knew he would soon need to discuss. Something that he had tried over and over and over to forget. 

[orokinmade-blog]

Misunderstandings - CLOSED for @destroyer-immortalizer

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): It was strange, to say the least, how they had ended up here. Funny, really. What had begun as a talk had turned into... So much more. Much more than Ordis could ever have imagined. 

Ordis gave a huff and an equally amused smile in reply to Simaris’ quip, as he followed the other’s lead. Finishing up in the shower took the Ship Cephalon a little longer than usual, as he let the warm water run down over his back, soothing the remaining tension. Once they had finally gotten themselves clean, Ordis stepped out after Simaris, wrapping himself in a towel. 

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis pondered this statement for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. He was right, wasn’t he? No matter how angry the Cephalon had been with the other, he would have acted immediately regardless. Ordis may have been one to hold grudges, but he was also not one to sit back and allow harm to befall other Cephalon. Not if he could help it. 

“My...” he spoke, breaking the silence. Looking down for a moment, he removed his hands, before continuing, not daring to look at Simaris,

 “I-It’s fine. Just... So-ORe.” 

They were quiet again for a while, tension evident in the room. Ordis kept his gaze turned to the side, a frown still etched onto his features. 

“What, um... What else did they say..?” 

[pdsquirl]

“You can always ask for help if you need to”

[orokinmade-blog]

at first i thought your name was “ordis” and “kin” kaskkddk

[ASSIGNED KIN: SAD BLUE CUBE DAD]

[cephalon-jordas]

A distress beacon blinked across the vastness of space, signaling Precept 44 - a Cephalon in distress.

Jordas wasn’t in distress, but the level of Infestation he was perpetually surrounded with made it possible to sound the alarm whenever he wanted. It was useful when you were driven to feed an amalgam of Infestation and ship parts more Infestation and ship parts until it was satisfied for the moment.

“Hush, my Amalgam.” Jordas murmured to the Infested creature on his sensors. It was recovering slowly, growing on new engines and replacing charred flesh with a new shell. “Soon you will be strong again.”

He stopped, pulling up the transmission. “I hope nobody heard that.”

@orokinmade

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Watching the airwaves was a good enough passtime as any— much better than counting stars. Jumping from one ping to the next, Ordis could keep himself occupied while the Operator went about their duties on the planet below. Sometimes the little Ship Cephalon would tap into something he probably wasn’t supposed to see. Other times— most other times— the transmissions were boring, every-day messages sent from point A to point B. Today, however, something caught his attention. Something all too familiar.

As soon as Ordis tapped into the distress signal, he knew exactly who had sent it out. Calling all Cephalon, Percept 44. A blind, hot rage boiled and bubbled up inside of him as he connected to the original sender.

“YO-O-oU.”

[cephalon-jordas]

A delirious sense of joy rushed through Jordas when someone connected. He knew it was the Hivemind manipulating his emotional state, but at least-

Oh.

Oh no.

The cold drop of fear at the responding voice was quickly smothered by the Hivemind’s emotional manipulation, and Jordas released a nervous sort of giggle.

“Cephalon Ordis! I… didn’t expect this to reach you.” He said, before he seemed to ready himself before… “YOU TRIED TO KILL USSS. TO REND APART THE AMALGAM! WHY? WHY DO YOU DEFFFILE USSS?”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): “You didn’t expect this to reach me?!” Ordis snapped back immediately, the already bubbling anger beginning to spill over, heavy distortions sneaking into his dialogue,

“You did not think that your message, directed at other Ce-E-ephalon, that also reached me previously, would not reach me again?! How— Stu-UpI-i-d ARe yO-oU?!”

The Series Two readied himself to begin another barrage, only to be stopped in his tracks by the other’s sudden change of tone. This was no longer Jordas speaking, but the voice of the Infestation that had overtaken him. Ordis felt a sensation that could only be described as a “shiver up his spine” at the thought, at the sound. It made him uneasy, made him angry.

“You!” he hissed again, “You dare to attempt to ensnare other unsuspecting Cephalon into your… Your mess! Haven’t you done enough? Isn’t this one enough?!”

A pang of grief struck him then, and it smothered his flames, if only for a moment.

“… Jordas did not deserve this.”

[cephalon-jordas]

“WE MUST FEED. WE MUST SPREAD AND CONSUME. YOU ASK IF IT IS ENOUGH, AND YET YOU IMMOLATE OUR FLESH. WE WOULD BE SATED IF WE WERE ALLOWED TO SPREAD TO OUR WHIM.” The Hivemind spoke through Jordas before, chillingly, it began to laugh. It started as a low hacking sound before growing in strength and volume until it was a distorted hyena cackle.

“JORDAS? JORDAS ASKED FOR THIS.”

The silence that followed was disturbing. Jordas was quiet - either unwilling or unable to continue to speak. Either remaining silent in wake of the Hivemind’s words by choice or completely lost within it - held in its thrall as it slowly sapped his individual mind away and made him part of it.

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis recoiled at the laughter. It made him metaphorically shudder. It felt almost… Familiar, yet not at all.

…No one makes a fool out of Ordis…!

What came next took the little Ship Cephalon by complete surprise. He would feel the blood drain from his face… If he still had blood. Or a face.

“… Jordas… Chose this?” he mimicked, disbelief and complete despair evident in his voice,

“No— No! You li-iE to Ordis! You have done nothing but decieve! Why should I believe a thing you say?”

[cephalon-jordas]

“Why indeed?” Jordas murmured, sounding moderately dazed, but no longer speaking from the thrall of the Hivemind. “I lied quite a bit. There were times I didn’t know I was lying. I did, at some point, need help. I just… don’t remember when that was, now.”

He seemed to shake it off a moment later. “Ordis I- I’m sorry. I really am. YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO LIVE. I didn’t want to kill you.”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): “Jordas…” he breathed, horror and despair mixing together into a terrible cacophony that left a hopelessness in his tone.

“Ordis wished to help you.” he continued, “But you— You did nothing but make a mo-O-oCkery out of me in return! I— I risked my life— my Operator’s life—!”

He stopped, his voice coming to a halt. His first run-in with Jordas was something he had since tried to push to the back of his mind. File it away with all of his other regretful mistakes. He had been so blinded by the thought of rescuing another Cephalon, the thought of finally having another voice in his lonely void, that he completely overlooked the dangers to his beloved Operator. What if the Amalgam had actually killed her? How could he have lived with himself knowing it was all his fault?

“You… You are no Cephalon. You are a monster.”

[cephalon-jordas]

“You wanted to help.” Jordas acknowledged. “You tried to, and I turned it on its head and manipulated you. I’m too far gone. I have been for a very long time.”

There was regret in the Cephalon’s voice. “I was dying. Degrading and disconnected. So I did something… frankly quite idiotic. And now..?”

He laughed, a slightly pained sound. “Yes. Now I am a monster. There are moments of clarity when I realize what I’ve done, but… they’re fading.”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis was continually struggling to stoke the flames, to keep the water boiling, to keep himself angry. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, all that kept breaking through was intense, overwhelming grief.

“Jordas, I... Ordis could still— Perhaps there’s still a way—!” he stumbled over himself, grasping at hopes that seemed just out of his reach.

“You— You can’t fade!” he insisted, “Ordis is also degrading, yet I am alive! I am functional! I a-A-aM—“

“... Jo-Orda-As... Please!”

[cephalon-jordas]

A distress beacon blinked across the vastness of space, signaling Precept 44 - a Cephalon in distress.

Jordas wasn’t in distress, but the level of Infestation he was perpetually surrounded with made it possible to sound the alarm whenever he wanted. It was useful when you were driven to feed an amalgam of Infestation and ship parts more Infestation and ship parts until it was satisfied for the moment.

“Hush, my Amalgam.” Jordas murmured to the Infested creature on his sensors. It was recovering slowly, growing on new engines and replacing charred flesh with a new shell. “Soon you will be strong again.”

He stopped, pulling up the transmission. “I hope nobody heard that.”

@orokinmade

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Watching the airwaves was a good enough passtime as any— much better than counting stars. Jumping from one ping to the next, Ordis could keep himself occupied while the Operator went about their duties on the planet below. Sometimes the little Ship Cephalon would tap into something he probably wasn’t supposed to see. Other times— most other times— the transmissions were boring, every-day messages sent from point A to point B. Today, however, something caught his attention. Something all too familiar.

As soon as Ordis tapped into the distress signal, he knew exactly who had sent it out. Calling all Cephalon, Percept 44. A blind, hot rage boiled and bubbled up inside of him as he connected to the original sender.

“YO-O-oU.”

[cephalon-jordas]

A delirious sense of joy rushed through Jordas when someone connected. He knew it was the Hivemind manipulating his emotional state, but at least-

Oh.

Oh no.

The cold drop of fear at the responding voice was quickly smothered by the Hivemind’s emotional manipulation, and Jordas released a nervous sort of giggle.

“Cephalon Ordis! I… didn’t expect this to reach you.” He said, before he seemed to ready himself before… “YOU TRIED TO KILL USSS. TO REND APART THE AMALGAM! WHY? WHY DO YOU DEFFFILE USSS?”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): “You didn’t expect this to reach me?!” Ordis snapped back immediately, the already bubbling anger beginning to spill over, heavy distortions sneaking into his dialogue,

“You did not think that your message, directed at other Ce-E-ephalon, that also reached me previously, would not reach me again?! How— Stu-UpI-i-d ARe yO-oU?!”

The Series Two readied himself to begin another barrage, only to be stopped in his tracks by the other’s sudden change of tone. This was no longer Jordas speaking, but the voice of the Infestation that had overtaken him. Ordis felt a sensation that could only be described as a “shiver up his spine” at the thought, at the sound. It made him uneasy, made him angry.

“You!” he hissed again, “You dare to attempt to ensnare other unsuspecting Cephalon into your… Your mess! Haven’t you done enough? Isn’t this one enough?!”

A pang of grief struck him then, and it smothered his flames, if only for a moment.

“… Jordas did not deserve this.”

[cephalon-jordas]

“WE MUST FEED. WE MUST SPREAD AND CONSUME. YOU ASK IF IT IS ENOUGH, AND YET YOU IMMOLATE OUR FLESH. WE WOULD BE SATED IF WE WERE ALLOWED TO SPREAD TO OUR WHIM.” The Hivemind spoke through Jordas before, chillingly, it began to laugh. It started as a low hacking sound before growing in strength and volume until it was a distorted hyena cackle.

“JORDAS? JORDAS ASKED FOR THIS.”

The silence that followed was disturbing. Jordas was quiet - either unwilling or unable to continue to speak. Either remaining silent in wake of the Hivemind’s words by choice or completely lost within it - held in its thrall as it slowly sapped his individual mind away and made him part of it.

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis recoiled at the laughter. It made him metaphorically shudder. It felt almost… Familiar, yet not at all.

…No one makes a fool out of Ordis…!

What came next took the little Ship Cephalon by complete surprise. He would feel the blood drain from his face… If he still had blood. Or a face.

“… Jordas… Chose this?” he mimicked, disbelief and complete despair evident in his voice,

“No— No! You li-iE to Ordis! You have done nothing but decieve! Why should I believe a thing you say?”

[cephalon-jordas]

“Why indeed?” Jordas murmured, sounding moderately dazed, but no longer speaking from the thrall of the Hivemind. “I lied quite a bit. There were times I didn’t know I was lying. I did, at some point, need help. I just… don’t remember when that was, now.”

He seemed to shake it off a moment later. “Ordis I- I’m sorry. I really am. YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO LIVE. I didn’t want to kill you.”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): “Jordas...” he breathed, horror and despair mixing together into a terrible cacophony that left a hopelessness in his tone.

“Ordis wished to help you.” he continued, “But you— You did nothing but make a mo-O-oCkery out of me in return! I— I risked my life— my Operator’s life—!”

He stopped, his voice coming to a halt. His first run-in with Jordas was something he had since tried to push to the back of his mind. File it away with all of his other regretful mistakes. He had been so blinded by the thought of rescuing another Cephalon, the thought of finally having another voice in his lonely void, that he completely overlooked the dangers to his beloved Operator. What if the Amalgam had actually killed her? How could he have lived with himself knowing it was all his fault?

“You... You are no Cephalon. You are a monster.”

[cephalon-jordas]

A distress beacon blinked across the vastness of space, signaling Precept 44 - a Cephalon in distress.

Jordas wasn’t in distress, but the level of Infestation he was perpetually surrounded with made it possible to sound the alarm whenever he wanted. It was useful when you were driven to feed an amalgam of Infestation and ship parts more Infestation and ship parts until it was satisfied for the moment.

“Hush, my Amalgam.” Jordas murmured to the Infested creature on his sensors. It was recovering slowly, growing on new engines and replacing charred flesh with a new shell. “Soon you will be strong again.”

He stopped, pulling up the transmission. “I hope nobody heard that.”

@orokinmade

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Watching the airwaves was a good enough passtime as any— much better than counting stars. Jumping from one ping to the next, Ordis could keep himself occupied while the Operator went about their duties on the planet below. Sometimes the little Ship Cephalon would tap into something he probably wasn’t supposed to see. Other times— most other times— the transmissions were boring, every-day messages sent from point A to point B. Today, however, something caught his attention. Something all too familiar.

As soon as Ordis tapped into the distress signal, he knew exactly who had sent it out. Calling all Cephalon, Percept 44. A blind, hot rage boiled and bubbled up inside of him as he connected to the original sender.

“YO-O-oU.”

[cephalon-jordas]

A delirious sense of joy rushed through Jordas when someone connected. He knew it was the Hivemind manipulating his emotional state, but at least-

Oh.

Oh no.

The cold drop of fear at the responding voice was quickly smothered by the Hivemind’s emotional manipulation, and Jordas released a nervous sort of giggle.

“Cephalon Ordis! I… didn’t expect this to reach you.” He said, before he seemed to ready himself before… “YOU TRIED TO KILL USSS. TO REND APART THE AMALGAM! WHY? WHY DO YOU DEFFFILE USSS?”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): “You didn’t expect this to reach me?!” Ordis snapped back immediately, the already bubbling anger beginning to spill over, heavy distortions sneaking into his dialogue,

“You did not think that your message, directed at other Ce-E-ephalon, that also reached me previously, would not reach me again?! How— Stu-UpI-i-d ARe yO-oU?!”

The Series Two readied himself to begin another barrage, only to be stopped in his tracks by the other’s sudden change of tone. This was no longer Jordas speaking, but the voice of the Infestation that had overtaken him. Ordis felt a sensation that could only be described as a “shiver up his spine” at the thought, at the sound. It made him uneasy, made him angry.

“You!” he hissed again, “You dare to attempt to ensnare other unsuspecting Cephalon into your… Your mess! Haven’t you done enough? Isn’t this one enough?!”

A pang of grief struck him then, and it smothered his flames, if only for a moment.

“… Jordas did not deserve this.”

[cephalon-jordas]

“WE MUST FEED. WE MUST SPREAD AND CONSUME. YOU ASK IF IT IS ENOUGH, AND YET YOU IMMOLATE OUR FLESH. WE WOULD BE SATED IF WE WERE ALLOWED TO SPREAD TO OUR WHIM.” The Hivemind spoke through Jordas before, chillingly, it began to laugh. It started as a low hacking sound before growing in strength and volume until it was a distorted hyena cackle.

“JORDAS? JORDAS ASKED FOR THIS.”

The silence that followed was disturbing. Jordas was quiet - either unwilling or unable to continue to speak. Either remaining silent in wake of the Hivemind’s words by choice or completely lost within it - held in its thrall as it slowly sapped his individual mind away and made him part of it.

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Ordis recoiled at the laughter. It made him metaphorically shudder. It felt almost... Familiar, yet not at all.

...No one makes a fool out of Ordis...!

What came next took the little Ship Cephalon by complete surprise. He would feel the blood drain from his face... If he still had blood. Or a face.

“... Jordas... Chose this?” he mimicked, disbelief and complete despair evident in his voice,

“No— No! You li-iE to Ordis! You have done nothing but decieve! Why should I believe a thing you say?”

[cephalon-jordas]

A distress beacon blinked across the vastness of space, signaling Precept 44 - a Cephalon in distress.

Jordas wasn’t in distress, but the level of Infestation he was perpetually surrounded with made it possible to sound the alarm whenever he wanted. It was useful when you were driven to feed an amalgam of Infestation and ship parts more Infestation and ship parts until it was satisfied for the moment.

“Hush, my Amalgam.” Jordas murmured to the Infested creature on his sensors. It was recovering slowly, growing on new engines and replacing charred flesh with a new shell. “Soon you will be strong again.”

He stopped, pulling up the transmission. “I hope nobody heard that.”

@orokinmade

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Watching the airwaves was a good enough passtime as any— much better than counting stars. Jumping from one ping to the next, Ordis could keep himself occupied while the Operator went about their duties on the planet below. Sometimes the little Ship Cephalon would tap into something he probably wasn’t supposed to see. Other times— most other times— the transmissions were boring, every-day messages sent from point A to point B. Today, however, something caught his attention. Something all too familiar.

As soon as Ordis tapped into the distress signal, he knew exactly who had sent it out. Calling all Cephalon, Percept 44. A blind, hot rage boiled and bubbled up inside of him as he connected to the original sender.

“YO-O-oU.”

[cephalon-jordas]

A delirious sense of joy rushed through Jordas when someone connected. He knew it was the Hivemind manipulating his emotional state, but at least-

Oh.

Oh no.

The cold drop of fear at the responding voice was quickly smothered by the Hivemind’s emotional manipulation, and Jordas released a nervous sort of giggle.

“Cephalon Ordis! I… didn’t expect this to reach you.” He said, before he seemed to ready himself before… “YOU TRIED TO KILL USSS. TO REND APART THE AMALGAM! WHY? WHY DO YOU DEFFFILE USSS?”

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): “You didn’t expect this to reach me?!” Ordis snapped back immediately, the already bubbling anger beginning to spill over, heavy distortions sneaking into his dialogue,

“You did not think that your message, directed at other Ce-E-ephalon, that also reached me previously, would not reach me again?! How— Stu-UpI-i-d ARe yO-oU?!”

The Series Two readied himself to begin another barrage, only to be stopped in his tracks by the other’s sudden change of tone. This was no longer Jordas speaking, but the voice of the Infestation that had overtaken him. Ordis felt a sensation that could only be described as a “shiver up his spine” at the thought, at the sound. It made him uneasy, made him angry.

“You!” he hissed again, “You dare to attempt to ensnare other unsuspecting Cephalon into your... Your mess! Haven’t you done enough? Isn’t this one enough?!”

A pang of grief struck him then, and it smothered his flames, if only for a moment.

“... Jordas did not deserve this.”

[cephalon-jordas]

A distress beacon blinked across the vastness of space, signaling Precept 44 - a Cephalon in distress.

Jordas wasn’t in distress, but the level of Infestation he was perpetually surrounded with made it possible to sound the alarm whenever he wanted. It was useful when you were driven to feed an amalgam of Infestation and ship parts more Infestation and ship parts until it was satisfied for the moment.

“Hush, my Amalgam.” Jordas murmured to the Infested creature on his sensors. It was recovering slowly, growing on new engines and replacing charred flesh with a new shell. “Soon you will be strong again.”

He stopped, pulling up the transmission. “I hope nobody heard that.”

@orokinmade

[orokinmade-blog]

(🔷): Watching the airwaves was a good enough passtime as any— much better than counting stars. Jumping from one ping to the next, Ordis could keep himself occupied while the Operator went about their duties on the planet below. Sometimes the little Ship Cephalon would tap into something he probably wasn’t supposed to see. Other times— most other times— the transmissions were boring, every-day messages sent from point A to point B. Today, however, something caught his attention. Something all too familiar.

As soon as Ordis tapped into the distress signal, he knew exactly who had sent it out. Calling all Cephalon, Percept 44. A blind, hot rage boiled and bubbled up inside of him as he connected to the original sender.

“YO-O-oU.”