Summarry: He can hear the infestation; he can hear it speaking to him. Noises that almost resemble static radio signals. As they become clearer, they remind him who he is: the foolish Hanon.
{Heyo! As I said, you haven't seen the last of me. For the day before New Year, I present my interpretation of how the hive infestation might communicating with Protoframe Kullervo, Hanon by @s-vasaris. A short piece where I tried to connect his lore with aspects of Kullervo's, due to my belief in the Helmith absorbing the consciousness of the Warframes it created — meaning there might be a little bit of Kullervo in Hanon. As always, I hope you and everyone else can enjoy it. Don't forget to check out the artist, especially this link to the concept post! This will probably be my last piece of the year, but I've got some other ideas in mind, probably involving my Drifter again. I really love Hanon, but stop me if it gets too much! Anyway, have a nice New Year's celebration everyone! See you next year!]
Important reminder: Always ask for permission before you write or draw something involving someone elses character! Hanon is NOT my OC. This fanfic is one of my thoughts about him written down since like I said, I really love the OC. Just be respectful okay? Thank you!
Once again, this piece was posted around… Stares at the clock… 5 am. Please don't ask why. Sorry for any errors, though.
Fingers run over the radio dials, tuning and adjusting the various noises. Hoping to find what he is looking for — maybe a radio station yet to be uncovered. Hanon would take what he could get; hopefully he would find something good to share with everyone the next morning. As he keeps tuning, static noises hit Hanon’s ears. They are considered unpleasant by many people, but not by him. They are almost comforting to the man; noises that enter his ears and crawl into his head, tickling his brain like the infestation.
The infestation speaks to him through sounds and words, like radio signals that are sometimes too weak to understand and other times too loud to ignore. When the signals are strong and the sounds are clear, they sound like he is on a battlefield: steel clashing against steel, loud shots ringing through the air, blood splattering everywhere and heavy footsteps crushing the ground. They always sound so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. Like memories he had long since forgotten or at least believed he had experienced himself. After all, he couldn’t – and wouldn’t – deny what kind of man he had been, a man who had died full of guilt. Only to wake up in this unfamiliar, foreign, alien-like shell that is his body now.
And then there are the words; words spoken to him, filled with commands and expectations. Words that make him feel like the Hive sees him as their obedient warrior. He remembers how he fell for them the first time, scaring the Hex in the process as he transformed into some kind of Berserker. He slipped once, he knows, but that won't happen again. Not to this degree, at least — not with discipline and routine. He will be better, even when his blood is boiling and it is demanding his blade on the battlefield.
However, there is also another side to those words: words of mockery, harassment and painful reminders of his past, his failures and the guilt that has embraced him for such a long time. He would recognize some of the voices behind the words — people from his past and present — while others would be foreign and unknown to him. But whether they are familiar or not, the voices would always have the same effect: reminding him why he is here, why he must keep going and why he has no other choice. After all, according to the voices, he is the foolish Hanon, charged for his crimes with a guilt he may never be able to lay down.
But then there are those rare moments when he hears sounds and words that are completely different from anything he is used to. They would come as a response to his own thoughts and feelings - as if the hive is listening to him; almost sounding like comfort, forgiveness and understanding. Spoken in voices that sounded like a group of children. Their almost singsong voices would remind him of what remained of the man he used to be and show him that it wasn’t just him who had brought him down this path. Fate had indeed been cruel to him, but even then, there is still a crossroads leading to a better path.
However, deep down, Hanon knows better than that; he is determined to atone for his sins and crimes. In his eyes, that is the only way it could end for him, and sadly, the voices understand. They promise to keep his secrets safe; the pain and suffering behind his guilt. Letting him back into the embrace of the other noises that keep him moving forward. Noises like knives stabbing into his flesh, never leaving his side and constantly reminding him of the path he chose — how ironic, given the real knives that are stuck in his chest and back.
Somehow, he almost finds his situation merciful. After all, he cannot bear the thought of the noises disappearing from his mind, along with the pain they and the infestation brought. To him, the thought alone would be worse than death itself.
Summary: After successfully fighting off the Scaldra, the Drifter decides to collect more than just the stuff they found in the few caches they saved. In the hope of finding some spare parts for a certain man, so she can break the silence between them and figure out why she is feeling the way she does.
[First of all, big thank you to @s-vasaris for allowing me to write this! This is just one of the ideas I have had for my Drifter and Hanon. I must admit, it absolutely put a smile on my face! I never thought someone's OC would win me over like this! I'm happy to give my Drifter Lif to Hanon. Just take her. Trust me, she will be in good hands with you.
I tried to stay close to what you wrote while putting in my own I tried to stick closely to what you wrote, while adding my own thoughts, especially regarding the relationship between Hanon and Drifter and how the other members of the Hex might see him. I hope you like it! I'd be honoured to share more at another time.]
Important reminder: Always ask for permission before you write or draw something involving someone elses character! Also please check out his post about his Protoframe Kullervo concept and some slight information about my Drifter Lif
ALSO forgive me for any errors, I come from potato country and because of that english is not my native language. Errors happen even if I use correction softwares to help me make it more "understandable".... It is 3am when I posted it.
"And another victory for the Hex!" Aoi announces loudly, jumping off the Scaldra vehicle and scanning the area for her team member, "Marty McFlea", also known as the Drifter or sometimes just Lif. Luckily, she doesn't have to wait long before she finally walks into her field of view. Currently, Lif is still holding up the transference between herself and her Warframe, Voruna. She had chosen the she-wolf of her own accord, to play a little game of prey and hunter with the Scaldra. After all, they deserved to get a taste of their own medicine. The Drifter throws the handle of her Gram Prime over her shoulder, keeping the blade in position. Its shape mirrors that of a certain blade from Duviri: Vaenn, Kullervo's legendary sword. "Another victory for the good guys" Lif finally adds, smiling as she exits Voruna. "Couldn't have done it without you, you know? I don't know anyone who can take out Scaldra vehicles like you, Aoi" "Awww, you're sweet. The praises are welcome, but don’t you dare downplay yourself. They had no chance the moment you locked in"
She isn’t wrong, but Lif just shrugs it off. After all, this is just what the Drifter does. "OK, so hear me out. I took a look at all the caches we were able to save. There's a lot — like, really a lot. I don't think the two of us are able to transport it back like this. I would say I drive back, come back with a truck, we load up the stuff and call it a day. What do you think, Drifter? " Aoi explains with an enthusiastic smile. After all, she really hoped to find lots of useful supplies after beating up some Scaldras. They were short on certain items needed to improve life at the mall for everyone. "Deal. I mean, I couldn't do it myself anyway. I'm just lucky to have figured out how to use an Atomicycle. Don't really wanna test if I am this lucky when it comes to a truck" Looking back, Lif remembers her first time sitting on one of those things. It was nothing like anything she had ever imagined. In fact, she had expected to fall off the first few times. Just like when she was learning how to ride her Kaithe . Lif swears she can still feel the pain in her bones just by thinking about it. However, since it didn't happen with the Atomicycle, perhaps she is a natural born driver.
"Or should we ask someone else? " "The others are also busy, plus I think we're in the clear for now. So it should be fine. Well, as long as you're really okay with it" "I am. Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like this. Take your time Aoi. I guess, I'll see if I can find some stuff outside of our usual "shopping list". Maybe something like—" "Spare parts?" Lif doesn't turn her head to look at Aoi, just gives her a quick glance. Aoi's question and the smile, well smirk on her face made it clear what she meant. "Don't be like that, it's nothing to be ashamed about. Besides, I was wondering when you would make a move again" the Protoframe adds to her already said words. "You two have barely spoken recently. Not that I'm spying on you, I just realised it as the days went by"
'Sure you are' Lif mumbles silently. Is it really true though? Has it really been this long? The Drifter refrains from saying anything in response, after all, Aoi isn't wrong. Almost everyone in the Hex has seen how she often walks over to him, talks to him and leaves little gifts behind. Why shouldn't she? Hanon is still a member of the Hex, a teammate, a victim of Entrati... and a friend. Yeah, a friend. That's what he is to her, no matter how hard he tries to scare her away. She still comes back, talks to him and listens to what he has to say about life outside Höllvania, music or anything else that comes to his mind. And in return, she tells him stories about the distant future, years away from 1999. Nevertheless, she can’t deny it. Recently, they have been talking less and less. Even though she felt like they were getting closer. Their relationship is changing. How bizarre. "Okay, I admit it. I thought it would be nice to find some more spare parts. After all, he really enjoys it and it is also very helpful " Aoi nods in agreement, as if Lif's excuse is a good one, hiding the true intention behind her action."OK, not going to dig any deeper. Do you know what to get for him?" "Yep, like you said. Not my first time and I'm starting to get familiar with you guys' technology. I'll be fine on my own" "Okay then. If you say so, good luck digging up the good stuff. I'll be back in a bit"
And with that, Aoi leaves, gets her motorcycle and drives back. Giving the Drifter enough time to hopefully find some good stuff. Ideally, something that turns out to be the REALLY good stuff.
It took Aoi a little bit to come back with a truck. Together they loaded up everything they had found, drove it back to the mall and unloaded everything before storing it inside. By the time they had finished, it had gone from day to night. If Amir hadn’t joined them it could have taken even longer. Within a few minutes, Mister "Speed" himself, had unloaded most of the lighter items. While Aoi and Lif, still inside of Voruna, had taken over the heavier stuff. "Thank you both. That should be everything" the Mag Protoframe announces before locking up the truck. "I can't wait for Arthur and Quincy to return. We're finally stocked up again! That calls for pizza tonight!" lifting her arms over her head and stretching her body, she lets out a pleased noise. For now, Aoi leaves the two of them behind; she deserves a little break now.
"Wait, Amir!" But not Lif and neither Amir, since both of them still have something to do. Or at least Amir still has to help her with something. "I'll be as quick as I can. But… I’ve found some spare parts which I think could work for electrical repairs ? Do you think they're still in good condition?" Exiting Voruna, she picks up a small bag and hands it to Amir. Gently and carefully — after all, she wants to keep as much intact as possible. "What kind of repairs are we talking about? Didn’t think you would be a tinkerer, or at least not one who would go back to working with our type of technology when you have—" "It’s not for me" "What?" 'It's... not for me. It's for Hanon"
Amir, who had started off talking rapidly, suddenly fell silent. Actually, he was so quiet that she started to get worried. "Amir? You're good?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Totally, fine" he mumbles, pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. Like Aoi, he isn't blind — of course he isn't. But still... he has his own thoughts about the other member. "I have nothing against him. How could I! He’s a fellow technician and I respect that. It's just that he's really tall and says certain things, and—' '"His infection is much worse?" "... He scares me a little"
She can’t really judge him for his reaction. Both Eleanor and Hanon underwent a far more intensive transformation than the others, losing more of their humanity and succumbing more to the infestation. But even then, they are still human. Deep down, they are still themselves. Their infestation has not changed them as in who they are. At least in Lif's eyes. Showing a certain "respect" towards their infestation is understandable, as none of the other Hex know how it feels. Yet fearing them, being scared or even avoiding them, doesn't feel like the right answer.
"Amir. I swear by everything I am: he is a good guy. Like any of us, he carries his own package: the pressure of the infestation, the Scaldra, the Techrot and everything else he has to deal with" "I know, I know. I didn't mean it like that; just be careful, okay? You know best how it plays with us. None of us want any of this, but still… Anyway, the parts look pretty good. I'm not seeing any reason not to give them to him" Lif swears she didn’t even see him peek into the bag, yet knowing him and his Volt abilities, he must have analysed it in seconds before giving it the Amir seal of approval. "Thank you. I'll make sure to mention you when I give them to him. Take care, Amir" "See you, Liffy!"
Standing where she is, she can see him in his own little corner, working on all sorts of things. She couldn't name them all, except for the radio next to him. In her eyes, he appears at peace or at least much calmer, when he is engrossed in his hobbies. ÄYour thoughts are so loud. Thinking so fondly of him, I'm starting to wonder if this is just pure platonic emotions or if there's something more' Nice. The last thing her troubled mind needed right now was Eleanor butting in. Lif loves the woman like a sister, like an old friend. They had both found some kind of comfort in each other's company. Eleanor had comforted her when she felt like an alien, when she felt abnormal. When she questioned whether someone like her, who had lived in a prison created by her own mind, could ever connect with others. In return, Lif comforted Eleanor about her change, reassuring her that the infestation didn’t make her a bad person and that she he is strong enough to fight its influence within her. After all, the Drifter believes in her and will make sure she always believes in herself. 'Can we please save this conversation for another time? I know you didn’t intend to hear this' Lif tells her in her mind. After all, Lif herself doesn’t really understand it yet. 'I just wanted to make sure you're OK. It's not the first time I've noticed you've been thinking about him. Have you not talked lately? Not that I think it's bad — sometimes you need time to yourself — but you seem slightly worried. Don't bother denying it. You're not usually this anxious at all'
'Fine. Truth be told, I miss our talks. I felt like we were getting closer, but now there's this silence. This slight feeling of being avoided. Maybe he just needs time and space like you said. Either way, I just don't understand it at all ' 'Do you want me to share what I've read?' 'No!' Her response came faster than she expected, almost seeming rude. But it would be wrong to approach it like this. It just wouldn't be right. If she has doubts and doesn’t know what to make of them, then talking to him is probably the only way to clear her mind. 'I know you mean well, Eleanor. But I need to figure this out myself. Anything else would be wrong. How should I ever approach him when I can't handle my emotions myself, when they can't be expressed by me?' Eleanor makes a relieved noise. She seems to be happy with her decision. 'I had hoped to hear that. Well then, good luck. I know it will go well'
Eventually, she approaches him. Stopping a few centimetres away from him, waiting for his attention to shift to her before she speaks. He doesn't take long to notice her, rising from his position to face her. She still can't believe how tall the man is, how he towers over her and makes her feel so small, even though she isn't that short for a woman. "Drifteeerrr. There you are. Fully intact, all limbs still where they are supposed to be. But what about—"
"My fingers? " Lif places the bag next to his things before finding a comfortable spot to sit down. Once comfortable, she raises both her hands in an 'I give up' gesture, spreading all her fingers apart. "Last time I counted, I had ten fingers. Even though, do those on my messed up hand count? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. All my fingers are there. Are you proud of me?" "I guess I am. Keep up with it. Trust me, you'll probably need them"
She bites her lip as she listens to his response, her mismatched eyes focusing on him. Fuck it, she really missed this. She missed him. Despite the fact that their interactions are sometimes silly, like this one. "After all, ya remember how the Dedicants can pop like water balloons. Spreading Efervorn everywhere. Could truly hurt yourself"
"That’s nothing compared to what I see on Deimos every day" Lif counters, making a slightly ‘pff’ sound before continuing. "Where there is the infestation, there is a lot of enemies exploding. And I swear the mess isn't better — maybe worse. So I guess your point isn't valid and you'll have to give me something else to ensure the safety of those fingers" The Drifter leans in his direction with a gentle smirk across her face, poking out the tip of her tongue. ‘"Mhh! " Hanon replies. For the moment, he looks quite cheerful, and Lif can’t hide how much she likes it.
"Anyway, are you busy right now? If you are, I'll try to keep this short" She shifts her attention to the bag she had put down, pushing it towards him before opening it. It contains some good pieces, maybe some better suited to his needs than others. But in general, none of it is useless. Lif had really remembered what he had shown her before. "I got you some spare parts. It's been a while after all. Since I wasn't completely sure if I picked up the right stuff, I let Amir take a look. The last thing I would want is to give you something you couldn't use" she mumbles quietly, looking away from him. Right now, she feels as though some of her emotions are trying to burst straight out of her chest. She knows she is feeling joy — joy for doing something she believes he will like. Yet she also senses the slight feelings of sorrow and fear building up. Fear that maybe this was too much, that maybe she should have left him more time and space for himself. Maybe it hadn't been enough yet — how could she even know? And of course, there's the sorrow that she'll be forced to leave as soon as he accepts her little gift. These feelings make her wonder if she is really cut out for all off this or if Albrecht made a mistake by sending her to 1999. Yes, she had already managed to save the Hex, save all of them. But getting this close to them, getting to know them, building relationships with them — maybe even... No, she really isn’t certain that she’s cut out for this.
Her thoughts pause as she hears a nervous laugh. Her gaze turning back to him. Lif watches as he runs his fingers through the pieces she had brought. Hanon looks away and remains silent after thanking her. Was she right? Should she really leave him now? Getting up from where she had been sitting, she starts to take a few steps away from him. "Well, no need to thank me. After all, your hobby is really helpful for the whole team and everyone in this mall. You could say I couldn’t ask for a better "radio host"... " She pauses, wanting to say so much more, yet once again she wonders if it would be wrong. Wrong to say what she wanted to. 'Turn around. You've done what you came for. It is enough. It is enough. ' "But... to be honest, I really wanted to bring you some spare parts, not just because of how it helps everyone, I.. . I also just thought you look at ease when you're working with your radio, like you're happier in some way. And I would be lying if I said I didn't like seeing you like this. It makes me smile"
What is she doing? Why is she doing this? Why, oh why? "Well. You know where to find me or you can message me if you need me. Take care, Han— " "Wait!" he says, his voice coming out of nowhere and making her stop immediately. "Maybe... let's just be quiet and stay close?" he murmurs, still not looking at her. "You don't have to go..."
'Don't have to go? Does he really mean it?' "Okay, I'll stay as long as you want me to... Afterall... I really missed being around you "With that, she sits back down, listening to the radio as it turns on. A familiar song starts to play, one she can’t name, but she’s sure she’s heard it before. Maybe he had shown it to her before? Oh, how much she already learned about music just from being around him. The Drifter closes her eyes and listens, letting the music take over her thoughts. Here, sitting next to Hanon, she can rest. She isn't bothered that they aren't talking; being here and sharing this moment is enough for now. But she still wonders. What else could become of them though?
So I started thinking about other possible Protoframes and what they'd be like. I have a few already, some feel like they could be obvious, some not so much.
I have one that's stuck with me so far. Rhino--I could see them being this big intimidating looking man who's actually the sweetest guy ever (think big old teddy bear). I don't know why, but I see him with a German accent. I could see him finding one of Lettie's rats and bring it back to her, cupped gently in those big old hands....wait...
Intimidating looking. Big old Teddy bear. German accent....did I just crossover Reinhart into Warframe? o.O
