I've been on and off of warframe. funny enough, a co-workee got me playin again and I can't stop. now I've got alot of ideas. this one, is more of a concept for a warframe. the story I'm going to tell takes place in the present but will have flash backs to its past. one thing I've knowtised is that you'll have your own...I'd like to say timeliness? diffrent permanent choices that changes the way the game forms around you. like most others, I'll be going with my point of view. the choices I made and the weapons I like to use. like in game, I'll spread out information to make it like a little puzzle for people who like a in-depth story as much as I do. ever since I got back into the game, it's story has me wrapped up and I want to know more. I hope this can scratch that itch just a little bit. I'm not looking to overtake the main story, just add a little bit.
durring the old war, many warframes died. this is well known. most of them were copies. primes as we know are the strongest frames and they were largely used in the old war. unfortunately, most of the designs and schematics were lost but they can be found in relics and brought back to life. but a few were not so fortunate. there are frames out there like Excalibur umbra who was forced to change into what it is now and without the tenno who brought him a sense of piece, he doesn't have a blueprint. another frames do exist although, lost to time, age, and the ever changing battlefields. one such frame showed the intelligence and capacity of a tenno operator, showed feats of power umbra shows durring his rampage when he rebuilt, but shows the calm, calculating nature of the dax, Teshin. many stories tell how a tenno forges a bond with thier frame but ends up enhabbiting it due to unfortunate sercomstances. this frame, strong, smart, and level, has a diffrent story. I'll tell you how a frame grew so strong, so proficient, it was forced into stasis. with the new war ended, it's presence will be felt...again.
everything seems to have calmed down after whatever happened the last few years. everyone keeps calling it the 'end war'. either way, the zerg attacked and killed half of the planet in a month. We've been holding out the whole time and now thier just feral. whoever or whatever was controlling them, died a few months ago. now the zerg just wonder around. they lost thier cordnitation, thier focus. in just a few short months, we've managed to turn the tide and hunt the zerg now. it's easy to whitch has been giving me a very bad feeling. now they've just become unpredictable. I've gotten used to being ambushed by a pack of zerglings, roaches, and sometimes, hydralisks. damn. I've gotten so used to hearing the gun fire that now I just stay awake at night. I've been feeling uneasy ever since the attacks stopped. thiers still the hives though. however, I strongly believe that hybrid are still in those hives. not just the small ones either. the big ones that are basicly thors on steroids. I still have nightmares of thier screams. the screams of the people who died by thier talents blades. the roars after a decimated town. it was stupid, you know. but after I got out, I hunted those....monsters. I don't know how I do it but I hunt those hybrid. thankfully, we've got people like capton Tyson and Sargent Killian. they've kept me in check for so long. I can't tell you how thankful I am for them. thier basic my parents after they found me. now, I basicly work for the planets milita. I've been everywhere. I've even had a few adventures to the infested parts of the world. god...I wish I didn't sometimes. those...things. I can't believe they used to be human. I'm happy I put them out of thier misery but still, the call was general carts. he didn't nuke them but sent bodies just to fuel the fire. so many good men and women. died or infested. guess it can't be helped. I'll make sure thier family's will know that they'll be at piece at the end of this. I hope so anyway.