Maroo: Orokin Blood

"The Errand"

Maroo tapped her foot in the cockpit as the Holo-Comm kept ringing.

Pick up, you dumb tin suit. I don't have all cycle.

"...Profit," A voice said. "Maroo? It's been ages!"

"I need a favor, Volt."

As his name implied, a Volt Warframe was on the screen, adorned in excessive armor accessories. A large blue Perrin Sequence logo sat on his chest, with a neon color scheme to match. Like a lot of Tenno, he couldn't remember his real name. So he went by the name of his Warframe, since it was all he ever used.

"Ah, I don't do favors. Except when I do," he played with a Komi chip.

"I'm serious. I'll pay."

"Woah!" He said. "You? Paying for something? Must be serious."

"Volt. Running a tight schedule. And don't ask."

"Fine, fine. Although I am curious, can't lie. What's it you need?"

"Information on all the high-up Grineer activity. One should be acting... off."

She shifted in her seat, an instinct within making her kick herself for giving away so much information. Making deals with others was a game of strong-arming, except when it came to Volt. Maroo didn't know how he could exist; but he was certainly the kindest informant she'd ever worked with.

"Really? That's it?"

"If I had the time to scout, I'd do it myself. You know I would."

"This must be a really small window."

"It is."

"...Alright. I'm not tight on credits at the moment, so while I'm getting that, you can run an... errand for me."

"What do I look like, a damn operative? I'm not your meat shield."

"And I'm not your personal secretary. Call it a trade—you do this for me, and I'll have what you need by the time you're done."

Maroo crossed her arms, "what am I stealing?"

Volt laughed. "I wouldn't say 'stealing'. I'd say you'll be... leaving a gift."

~~

"Why are we here?" Xarra asked.

Trust me, I didn't want you here either. Maroo thought. "I needed some extra hands. This is for the job."

"The loud job!" Mor said.

"Yes," Maroo sighed. "But we have to be quiet for this one."

"Oh, being quiet is boring!"

The three lay in the snow, scoping a Corpus shipyard from a nearby cliff. When Volt said 'leaving a gift', he wanted to bomb a ship. The yard was a giant rectangle, various small transport vessels and cruisers resting in designated spots. Watchtowers were perched intermittently, including on the tall walls, with snipers and techs waiting in each one. It would be a quick enough task with the three of them. Hopefully.

"Why did you bring it?" Xarra said, nodding to Mor.

"She only blew me up once trying to talk to her," Maroo said. "Nicer than you."