The Origin System is in a state of constant turmoil, worlds of battlefields between the varying factions that rule in uneasy peace and hostile tension...
However, no one is innocent as mistakes are made and created by the hands of dictators and merchants...

The clone army from a toxic womb, their bodies dying with a fast rate as they strive to control the legacy from their destroyed masters, the Grineer Empire as they are led by the words of twin Queens...

Their foes who claim blood ties to the former masters and now scavenge what remained of the great civilization for profit, the Corpus who merely see everything a chance for profit...

A unleashed bio weapon that has been left unchecked with their creators' destruction, evolving to be the most lethal monsters in the Origin System, the Infested, relying solely on a drive of growth and consummation of lesser creatures...

However, these factions have been forced back by a growing movement, a movement that slept for years before their services were called upon again, the legendary Tenno, guided by their matron Lotus to safeguard the system and try to break the cycle of death and carnage by their blades and tools...

All of these powerful factions remain connected in one way or another as they all once were guided by the corrupt Golden Lords, the Orokin that enslaved the Grineer, their lines claimed to be in Corpus truths, their hands creating the Infested to be their weapons, and their silent defenders of the Tenno who ended it all as the old war only ended once there was no more honor to be gained, only bloodlust in favor of the golden hands...


-The Felguard-


The planet Mercury, a hotspot of Grineer forces as they patrol the sun-dredged planet amongst their favored asteroid locations for remains of the Tenno sleepers.
None would question the importance of their mission as their Queens feel the threat too great to ignore and have spread their great fleets to find and destroy.

Mercury was also a trigger, it serves to be the last stand of Captain Vor when he attempted to leash a Tenno onto the Grineer agenda and ended up failing as he was slain there by Tenno hands, ringing out that the Tenno have returned to resolve the growing conflicts.

Now, the world will play a new role as a escapee Grineer Galleon arrives to the system and hides amongst the patrols, creating a home there for the time being...
...The Felguard arrives to change the Origin System without giving in to the pressures around them...


For a short moment as the last patrolling Galleons circled for Tenno, the crews would fail to recognize a Void jump into the system, a asteroid field blocking the sight as a Galleon jumped into it, its engines shutting down as the crew went straight to work, repairing the damages that seem to have struck the hull.

"Damage reports coming in, sir, we have lost two of the fore rear engines upon our departure!"
"We have lost several Lancer divisions, most likely lost during the scramble!" The mechanical Helmsmen spoke as their commander stepped forth, observing the number of reports flowing to the helm, the repairs being done, and what could not be salvaged from the damages of planetary flak cannons.
"Keep us stationary as we continue the available repairs, call for an all stop, we are going nowhere until we are able to move once more."

"Yes, Milord!" The commander, though slightly shorter compared to Lancers, possesses quite an imidating aura as he was armored in a radiant blue color of the Bombard armor, his mask's lens teal, as he continued to observed before contacting the lower engineering decks.
"Wraith, active the displacement field, we can not risk alternate Grineer forces to find us and expose our position at this current moment."
"At your command, Milord." A raspy, mechanical returned and the commander nodded before the ship systems hummed to life, the whole crew breathing as the commander continued.
"Very good, now maintain the status for the time being, I will investigate the parts of the ship shot across the interior."

"As you command, Milord." The commander then moved out of the helm and wandered through the corridors, assessing the varying amounts of destruction, small squads of Lancers, Butchers, and Troopers rushing about as Dredges and laborers worked to repair the damages, the exterior being dealt with a small number of Dregs and Drudges as the commander continued on.
'We are severely understaffed now, Vay Hek sure has a arrogant behavior in the face of betrayal...' Though the commander did not regret it, Councilor Vay Hek has long been a dangerous ally to have, using any and all tricks to ensure full control of the Grineer Council and making a personal goal to finish the Tenno in fell swoops through his Balor Fomorians.
Now, the newly-formed Felguard was weak for now and they needed time to rebuild their movement before they can move once more among the titans of the systems. The commander took ahold of his mask and removed it, his face young, yet mature with a robotic eye following his abnormal green pupil, his skin showing no signs of flesh decay emitting from his body as he was instead carrying himself with mechanical limbs and resolve within an unusually healthy stature as he just breathed as the troops and crews ran about. 'We are only an eighth of what we started out, the fleet has been destroyed in such short time, damn that dispatch, they were quicker witted than Hek with that cannon play...' Looking where his fist impacted, he pulled out the gauntlet to see the dent before looking at his hand and sighing, pain shortly lancing through the material. 'Don't beat yourself over this, Nor Medaz', you and your men are still alive and can rebuild as long as you take the time...'

He sighed before heading on, finding one of the Lancer divisions that safeguarded the ship from enemy boarding, nursing their wounds as he addressed the sergeant that was in charge of the band. "We lost such a great amount of soldiers in our escape, have you lost the same?"
"Yes, Milord, that small force caught us with our guards lowered, our wounded will not likely survive if we don't settle for a time and we are in a constant motion."
"Already called for a cease, we are not going anywhere anytime soon..." Nor breathed as he looked at the small band that looked up to him at his approach. "I thank each of you for your valiant defense, though it disheartens me that we have lost a majority of the fleet, so many of our brethren slain in the escape that I am afraid that we are the only ones of the Felguard that left Earth's oppressive reign." As he spoke, more gathered to listen as Nor breathed, his will tested by the failed operation. "I will not deny that it was both my timing and my command that led to the deaths of our men, so I will not stop you if you wish to leave, I will never judge those who left for better...' Silence filled the chamber before the crew and soldiers mummer amongst themselves before the same raspy voice spoke.
"I will not abandon the soldier that saved my life from a dangerous ultimatum." The men parted and a robed individual walked toward Nor, mechanical arms out of the clothed sleeves with seams down the side as if there were other arms to use. "You are not at fault as you may think, Vay Hek had suspected our plan and had strengthened the patrols to destroy our movement, he was furious that we would betray his agendas for a break from standard Grineer command..."

"It matters little as I was the one who called out the rally, I was the one who risked everything to be free, I had sentenced how many to the void of space because I was weak?" The mask returned to its place as he continued. "If there is a way to repay these men for my crime, I would prove tenfold for them, the people I have wronged..."
"Never wronged us, Milord." The sergeant spoke as he stepped toward his commander and bent on one knee. "If you are truly crushed by this, I can only ask you to do a mission for us as we heal, prove that you are unafraid to fight for us."
"..." Nor paused for a time before looking at the men that surrounded his words, the Felguard not able to convince any females Grineer to join, as he nodded. "Very well, I will do that and I will not fail this, return to your wounds and repairs, we have time to spend for now..."
"You forget, Milord..." The robe-clad Grineer said as it looked to be smiling under a Arid Trooper mask. "...They believe in you, but you need to say your words to them and prove that we will rise again."
Nor breathed in relief as he heard the comms come to life through the Galleon, bound there alone as he readied his words. "Then you all know what I am willing to say right now!" He looked about as he finished with the Felguard's motto, the same that gathered hundreds to his side. "The Queens make the Empire that we have fled and believed, but the Felguard make their own rules as we are NOT blind to the horrors, we are not scared to speak our minds, and we stand as soldiers on the front!" The thudding of feet shooking the floor as Nor ended. "We are the Felguard and we will not yield to the rules of old, we are the new rules!"

A round of cheer filled the halls as the soldiers doubled their efforts of repairing the ship as Nor turned to the individual and asked. "Wraith, prepare my weapons and ready a shuttle, I have a supply run to complete."
"As you command, Milord..." Wraith bowed as he led Nor to the hanger for combat...


As the silence filled the base, it was quickly broken by a shuttle flying into the bay and the hatch opened to Nor stepping down the ramp, Twin Grakatas fastened to his ammo belt with a Marelok in a back holster while a Machete was on his back as he looked about at the near abandoned state of the base. The hatch closing as the shuttle took off again before Nor spoke into a comm link to the bridge. "Wraith, monitor my status and watch for anything that warrants concern."
"As you wish, Milord." Nor shut the link off for a time before heading in, displaying improved movement and stealth compared to regular Grineer as he jumped, leapt, and gripped his surroundings of the area in silence, moving through as he noted any usable supplies that they can use. "All looks to be clear, but be prepared, there may be rogue Grineer soldiers here that will stop you."
"Understood..." Nor was not blind or deaf as he personally noted that the receiver to the comm was set a tad louder than guessed and made a note to remedy it once he returns. As for the rogue Grineer, that was the title that the Felguard gave to the Grineer that had decayed too far that rational thought was absent from them, the Grineer that could be here would have come from the deceased Captain Vor's army as some had lost their reason and resolve once their leader was slain and now move about in false belief that the Captain was giving them orders to carry out.

As he reached a supply bay, Nor quickly hid behind some crates as he spotted several rogues, Lancers from the looks of them and without masks, revealing blackened flesh and moon-licked eyes that one may believe that they were blind. Nor shuffled through his weapons, trying to figure out a good way to slain them before reaching for his Machete, drawing it out as he waited, right hand gripping hard as one of the Lancers came closer and walked right past before Nor sprung, grabbing the Lancer from behind and thrusting the blade through his weakened body, asking not forgiveness as he ripped the blade back out and tossed the corpse behind the crates as he dashed to catch the second who quickly realized an intruder and ran for the alarms, only to have his head cleaved from his torso, Nor speaking in apology.
"I'm sorry, but your Captain is gone and you have been holding for too long." pulling out a small disc from his belt, he pressed a button and placed it on one of the crates, it starting to pulse as it emitted a signal to Nor's comm channel. "Found a reasonable stockpile for retrieval, wait until I am done here to extract the supply."
"What of the rogues, Sire?"
"When I am done, their corpses will be disposed, their bodies broken down once more before we try using it, if it is still worthy in some strands."
"Acknowledged." Nor shut it again as he headed further into the small base, wiping the blood off his weapon before sheathing it. Going through the corridors, he was mindful to leave no trail as he ended several more before coming to a massive chamber where a reactor was sitting...
...With a Commander typing in some coding...

Whipping out his Marelok, he spoke to the figure. "If you were wise, you would leave that reactor alone."
The Commander finished typing and Nor was alarmed as the sirens started to ring and found the reason as the Commander turned around, revealing a familiar mask over its face. He spoke as he connected the dots. "You were never in control, you let yourself be taken by Orokin tech." Nor grimaced as he headed the rush of heavy movement behind him before raising his hand to the comm link and spoke while placing the Marelok back. "Change of plans, move in now, we have an Orokin-corrupted Commander here and he activated the self-destruct, move in to take while I bide some time." Without emotion any more, the Twin Grakatas came loose and Nor filled the body with bullets before turning around and shredding through the first wave, dodging behind a pillar as the second and third opened fired on him, using the bodies of the fallen as a makeshift sandbag position. 'Why is always some lot that wants to stop me before anything can even go?'
Deciding to give a taste of medicine as they were tossing grenades toward him, he rolled out and to the commander's body and smirk before activating all of the five grenades on the corpse before rushing to the position with the meat shield between him and the soldiers, halting a few feet away and tossing the body with both strength and adrenaline into the position.

The soldiers started to panic, but they couldn't escape as the grenades went off and Nor dodged behind another pillar, evading the blast barely, brushing off his arm before coming out to the see the mess left behind. To say it was a disaster would be an understatement, but the Felguard commander had better matters to attend to, rushing over and tried to hack the machine into stasis, but the corrupted commander destroyed the controls from the outside, leaving Nor to rip the cover off with some rounds from his Marelok and questioned Wraith. "How can I shut this thing down, Heretek!?"
"Cross the wires until they are reversed in the reactor and deliver a solid blow into the device itself." Nor did just that and pushed open the base casing to the device before flipping out his Marelok slamming one of the capsules hard. Though it broke from the sheer amount of force applied, it had the desired effect as the system started to shut down and Nor breathed as the relief arrived to aid him.

"Clearly, I have room for improvement, I nearly left myself open to the near-death."
"I would say much less to your case, but you clearly have been running yourself rugged." Wraith rasped as he lifted Nor up and guided him back to the shuttle. "As your ally and a aide, I recommend that you take a rest, you are no good as you are now, we will take care of this mess, though you may have eliminated all the corrupted soldiers long before we arrived."
"What can I say, Wraith, sometimes I just... led by..." Nor, however, couldn't finish as he zoned out until Wraith could only hear the sound of sleep, sighing as he was worried that their commander was breaking down, but he was now sure, he was spent so much time to the escape that he couldn't have gotten sleep for several days.
"Pilot, take him back for a long rest, we have things under control here."
"At once, Heretek Wraith!" The pilot saluted before rushing to get the machine going and left the area as Wraith nodded before joining the parties in salvaging the location and fix up what damages may have happened in the base, so that no other would find out...