#operator: reality

[memoriam-dream]

Ephemeral Thoughts - Closed Starter

For @orokinmade

Hazy, faintly glowing eyes fluttered open as the Transference system unlocked itself, the mechanism spinning and unraveling, parting itself to allow the Operator to stand. She held her forehead as she stood, her shaky steps leaving a faint echo in the spacious room, illuminated only by the artificial glow of the Orbiter systems and the strange, swirling white construct that was linked directly to the machine.

Longer missions always caused more fatigue for her mind than was healthy. It was why she had adopted a policy of getting in, blitzing whatever objective needed to be taken care of, and getting out so that transference could be hastily cut. While regaining her senses, she went over her memories of the last few hours- trying to check for anything that was missing. Thankfully, nothing was, at least, not this time. Once she rose to her full height, she took several tentative steps down the shallow ramp that led up to the Transference system. The Tenno walked as if every step was at risk of causing the floor to collapse, leaving nothing but the cold void of space in its wake. Yet, her mind knew that it wasn’t possible- it was just her personal precaution taking place. Precaution that was mainly for the sake of preventing any further damage to her already-impaired body. 

Soon enough, the Operator turned and made their way to their personal quarters, stopping with a visible flinch when they saw the display of the Lotus’ helmet. But before long at all, her voice called out. “...Ordis, where are you...?” 

[memoriam-dream]

Memory or Reality - Closed Starter

For @destroyer-immortalizer. This is my preferred start method, hope you don’t mind? (also, either verse is fine, just whatever you may prefer!)

The Operator strode through the Sanctuary’s entryway, the illuminated sigil dimming into nothingness as the automatic doors slid aside on their own accord. It was likely her fifth trip this week, given the frequency at which she sought after targets, both personal and mission-assigned. 

She silently weaved in and out of the crowd that was composed of fellow Tenno, who were all present for one reason or another. Most likely ones that were similar to her own. However, she was oddly patient, staying behind the formed line of hunters, awaiting her turn to speak.

As she waited, her eyes followed the swirling movements of the data-pixel lights that flew around in the atmosphere of the Sanctuary. The Operator seemed content with the distraction until her turn came, and she took a single stride forward, approaching the center of the room, where the Sanctuary’s warden resided. Her gaze stopped shifting from one point to another, and she straightened herself, almost attempting to look taller than she actually was, considering her slightly-below average height. But despite the attempt at professionalism, it was clear that the Operator had trouble keeping herself steady, considering that her knees were slightly shaky; and she was constantly shifting the position her hands were in.