Anthology Of The Origin System

Therapy Session

Disclaimers: I do not own Warframe.

A/N: So I'm now recovering from my sickness, at least enough to work, and I realize that this was halfway done before I stop so I decided to finish it.

I bet a number if you guys are wondering about Mesa's personality change from the first chapter and I hope that this will clear it up.

Also, there's a poll on my profile that you should check out.

Also, This takes place in between Ordis' Observation Log #2 and #3.

Therapy Session: Mesa

Beginning of Log.

I have enforced a strict rule about scheduling therapy sessions ahead of time as long as I have been the Head Medical Specialist onboard the Orbiter and it is one that I have rarely deviate from due to the fact that I use the time to get everything set up for the individual seeing how the each of the Tenno's personalities varies as much as their warframes and abilities. But when I got the request to meet with Mesa, (aka Jessie Orbal formerly of Mars), in the medical bay, something stopped me from saying no even though I was well in my rights to do so. But I decided to humor the girl despite knowing that I had another session with Chroma coming up not long afterward. It goes without saying that what happened next can definitely be considered one of the low points in my long medical career as it cause me to do the one thing I haven't done in ages.

Dwell on my personal life.

End of Log.

"So what brings you here today, Jessie? If I recall correctly, you just started your 48-hour furlough an hour ago and I'm quite curious as to why you immediately came to see me", Trinity asks as she sat across from the fidgeting Gunslinger Tenno.

"I'll tell you what brings me here, Trinty!", Mesa shouts as she hops up.

"Trinity", the Healer Tenno corrects her.

"My britches are in a bunch!", Mesa says as she started pacing back and forth while waving her arms frantically.

"I beg your pardon", Trinity says, caught off-guard by the sudden and confusing outburst.

"My jimmies have never been more rustle!"

"Huh?"

"I have been toss in the barnhouse and spun in a sandstorm!"

"I need you to start using actual words if you want me to help you", Trinity says, "Did she take a hit to the head recently or something?"

"I do declare that I have been hornswoggled! I have had the wool pull over my eyes! I believe that I have been flimflam! I have been led up the garden path! Someone has given me a bum steer! Chicane! Put one over on me!", Mesa screams, her country Martian accent rapidly seeping into her words, "I have been hoodwinked and have quite possibly been, bamboozle!"

Trinity stares on in silence at the heaving Marksman Tenno in front of her, using the pause in her tantrum to analyze what exactly she just heard.

"You...think you have been...tricked?", Trinity says.