oh i have so many ideas if the hythlodaeus equivalent got Uriel Prime'd....
the one without uriel prime involves entrati of course but IF he is Uriel Prime
the kid coming back with the prime in tow from some mission. roathe sees it and is hysterical -- spewing expletives, seething, how dare you how dare you wear him like a machine dont touch him -- and drifter can't stop staring at it.
lotus stepping between them and marie and lyon and loid are getting involved. no one notices drifter wandering up to it - it is humming with energy, even just standing there immobile it feels... alive
without thinking she hops in
and immediately, there is a jolt and a connection and a voice just like when she is in a protoframe and its - she knows him she knows she knows
"........Andromeda...?"
and she stumbles back out of the frame, falling to the floor, scrambling backwards, grasping at her own mouth to stifle the noise that tries to escape. tears are flowing freely as she stares up at the unmoving frame. roathe is at her side but her gaze doesnt leave the prime
and then the warframe moves. of its own volition.
first it's just the fingers, then the entire right hand. the tail, the arm, it begins to growl.
l e t m e o u t
there are two ways i think this could go from here
first way ->
the right arm flies to the helmet, claws digging into the metal like a hot knife through butter. it pulls and the mask comes away to reveal -- a human face. just a portion, just an eyebrow and a very familiar purple eye.
he locks eyes with Andromeda and seems to burst with energy. the metal clatters to the floor as he brings his hands together and, like glass, the warframe shatters into a million splintering pieces of shrapnel. these clatter to the ground a moment later, leaving Hythlodaeus standing -- exhausted, shaking, weak -- but alive and whole and looking every bit like roathe remembers him that final moment
second way ->
Uriel Prime catches fire.
hotter and hotter and hotter, so bright that everyone has to look away -- and the metal begins to melt. It seems to... coagulate, soaked up into the feet of the man now standing in its place
hythlodaeus, alive, well, and still wearing the ceremonial silks he had been turned in.