Chapter 3 - Cephalon Echo
I wake up on the cold metal floor of a ship, Ayatan sculptures decorated the walls. I grunt in pain and prop myself up on a wall, holding my side.
“You didn’t die. Good.” A purple hourglass shaped thing says as he floats around me, probably checking for injuries.
“Who the hell are you?” I ask as my wounds slowly heal.
“Watch your tone meatbag. You can call me Echo.” He says as he begins to tilt.
“Don’t scare the kid Echo. Get us to Earth pronto.” Chroma orders as he obeys.
“What happened?” I ask as Chroma sits with me.
“You landed head first on the ship and we took off to space. My bad.” He says as I rub my bleeding head.
“Ah, our Operator is alive. That’s a good sign right Ash?” A creature with demon horns says in a somewhat French accent.
“What are you?” I ask as Ash laughs.
“We are Warframes. Metal puppets from an era long past.” He says holding his hand out.
“You mean the Orokin era?” I ask as I take it and he pulls me up.
“Seems as though you’re not as slow as I thought you were.” He replies, leaning on the glass wall.
I brush off the obvious hateful comment and turn to Chroma, “Why did you come get me?”
He gets off of his knees and gazes at the endless sea of distant stars, “Echo, our Cephalon, said there was an unopened pod on Lua, so we went to investigate. That’s where we found you kid.”
“Why was I on Lua? The last place I remember being was in the Void.” I ask as an alarm goes off.
Echo materializes in front of us, “Sir. We’ve arrived at Cetus.” He says as earth begins to grow bigger.
“Thank you Echo. Excalibur, Harrow, and Loki, you’re with me.” He says as the four of them go to the cargo bay of the ship.
They stop for a moment and Harrow whispers something to Chroma, who sighs in response. “Come on kid.”
I perk up and chase after them, excitement filling my body.
