Chapter 12

Mysteries of the Ship(s)

I was sat at a table looking over various blueprints. I flipped over them with a scrutinous expression. The crash occurred two days ago, and that Geist dude really was confusing me. His frame was almost identical to the prototype frame I had been designing for several years. Poltergeist. Even the names matched up.

I had asked for a set of blueprints, and apparently they had loads of sets so they got me some for free. I was overlaying a transparent copy over top of my blueprints and the lines were closely bear a resemblance to each other. I just came up with the idea on the fly in a derelict mission. Just caught a glimpse of a blueprint as it plummeted down into a seemingly bottomless pit.

If these frames were literally all over the Orokin ships, why haven't the Tenno found any? There should have been a sleeping Tenno wearing one. Network was also very common, almost as common as the Excalibur blueprints. Those were literally the most common of them all. Surely someone would have found some by now.

I sighed and set down the prints, laying back in my chair. I had been at it for more than two hours, I needed a break.

"Hey Volt, figure it out?" A familiar female voice sounded from the door. I looked over my shoulder to see Banshee smiling at me. I smiled back. Our relationship had gotten a lot more serious since our humble beginning a year and a half ago. Then a make out was the last thing on our minds. Now they're so common that we aren't even embarrassed when someone sees us. Even Zephyr's perverted comments don't sound too far-fetched.

"No, not really. I've been at this for the better part of two hours and I don't know," I responded. She walked up behind me and leaned over my shoulder to get a look.

"All I know is that these things are supposed to be everywhere, but they're not," I shrugged.

"Why don't you look for some more stuff with me?" Banshee offered.

"Sure," I got up, taking Banshee's hand and walking off to the ship.

The ship had changed a lot since the crash. Repair drones and a bit of cleaning restored some of the ship's exterior, but there was still a lot to go. There wasn't many people or even robots around on the floor, so I could just walk straight up to it. A lift had been installed for easy access.

"How much stuff do you think we've found?" Banshee asked. I thought for a second.

"Judging from what we have found; I think we haven't even scratched the surface," I answered.

"Really? We've discovered two Warframes and two weapons, what could be hiding?" Banshee questioned.

"This thing is huge, and the archives and stuff are surely full of new knowledge," I said simply.

"Maybe, if we were to get the computer back online it might show us," Banshee said impatiently.

"You say that like it's my job," I said flatly.

"It isn't. Your job is to seduce her," Prime's voice snickered behind us. I sighed heavily. Prime's antics aren't even embarrassing anymore, they were just annoying.

"Do you have to be everywhere?" I sighed. I won't even question how she got on a moving lift silently.

"Yep, that's my job," She giggled. The lift reached its destination and we just left Prime behind.

"Okay, Zephyr better not be up here or I'll flip out," Banshee muttered to herself.

"You called?" The girl in question swung down from the roof.

"Dammit, why? Universe, what did I do to you?" I cursed at the sky.

"You gave me some juicy stuff, that's what, Mr. and Mrs. sexual tension," Zephyr smirked.

"What the fuck, what sexual tension?!" I threw my hands in the air "there is no tension at all!"

"Personal tensions are only visible by outside observers," Frost walked past whilst fixated on a datapad.

"See what I mean?" Zephyr said smugly.

"Banshee, back me up here!" I whispered sideways to my girlfriend. When no response came, I looked over to see Rhino nodding at a dejected Banshee. She moped back over to my side.

"Why does everyone but us see it?" She asked both me and Zephyr.

"Hey, you heard what Frost said. In fact, you can ask the big man for some tips when you do decide to relieve yourselves," Zephyr snickered. I sighed and turned around.

"Come on Banshee, let's find somewhere free of Zephyrs and Primes," I offered.

"Gladly," She said, frustrated.

We progressed further into the ship, running into one or two of the perverts along the way. We finally found the place where Geist and Net were working to get the computer back online.

"Hey, is it okay if we stay here for a bit, guys?" I asked the friends.

"Sure, just don't cum on any of the equipment," Net said, not turning from his work. Geist, who was leaning against the wall next to Net, stifled a laugh.

"You too?!" I groaned.

"Yeah, and we've only been here for two days, I know. Here's a tip, if you don't like it, then just have sex. It's that simple," Geist responded bluntly.

"Is there any other way?" Banshee asked, fidgeting slightly.

"You totally want to," Net shook his head, finally turning away from his work.

"Hey, you don't know about this stuff!" I defended Banshee.

"Dude, we're twenty five year old Orokin temple guardians. We didn't have a lot of free time, but the time we did have! Whew!" Net gave me the 'seriously' look.

"There is no escape, you'll have to do it eventually," Geist added.

"S-shut up!" Banshee tried to resist. I saw the futility of arguing and raised my hands in surrender.

"I give up, let's just go. I can't take it much longer," I said, defeated. I began leaving the room.

"Fine, if you don't, this'll be your life," Net said from behind me as we left.

After a bit of pestering from our favorite perverts, I managed to escape the ship with Banshee in tow. I used my key to get into the Dojo and instantly went to the Storm Barracks.

"Ugh, I've had enough of that stuff. Those guys just won't leave us alone!" I collapsed on my bed, which had been pushed against Banshee's.

"Maybe they were right?" Banshee wondered out loud, having a seat next to me.

"C'mon, they're in no place to judge our relationship. Love is different for everyone," I denied.

"That is incorrect," A voice said from the door. I looked over to see Frost at the door.

"Oh fuck…" I swore, burying my face in a pillow.

"Every brain is different, but not completely different. There are recognizable patterns. For example, sexual tension is only cleared by sexual interaction," Frost tried to talk some reason, but I wasn't having it.

"Yeah, I've been hearing that all day. Just leave us for a second," I groaned.

"Volt, we are all extremely tired of trying to resolve your problem. We are your friends and we are trying to help you, but you need to be more open," Frost persevered.

"There is no problem!" I said in frustration. Frost inhaled a sharp breath. He walked up to me and grabbed my neck, lifting me into the air. Man, I pissed him off.

"I am tired of your shit!" He shouted angrily in my face "shut up and have sex!"

He put me down and stormed out of the room. I was shocked by his sudden action, glancing around in bewilderment.

"You really did it, didn't you," Banshee smirked.

"Hey, I wasn't the only one that caused this," I frowned.

"Now you're on board with the idea?" Banshee asked, baffled.

"Well I obviously did something wrong, because the last time Frost shouted in my face I broke an Orokin artifact," I explained, "and the last thing I need is Frost being pissed." A long silence passed.

"So… uh, where do we start?" Banshee asked awkwardly.

"Well not now. Let's just wait till later to make it more real and feel less forced," I shrugged.

"Oh, okay," Banshee shrugged. Another awkward silence passed.

"You know what, I've got an idea," I announced out of the blue. Banshee gave me a questioning look. I just dove in for a kiss. And thus began the make-out session.

"Hey Frost, check it out. Your little act worked," Prime waved the grandmaster over.

"Good, they were being far too obnoxious," He leaned over the chair Prime was stationed at. Several screens were up, but they were fixated on the one where the couple in question was making out. Zephyr was sat back lazily in her chair twirling her hair and looking at the same screen.

"Why don't they just fuck already?!" Zephyr shouted impatiently.

"You must be patient. They can't stall forever…" Prime grinned evilly.

"Thank you!" Net said in an exasperated tone.

"Glad you took the advice," Geist translated. I looked at Banshee, who looked as satisfied as I did. As we gradually broke the news of our decision, the sexual tension jokes subsided.

We were all sat at our table in the cafeteria. Geist and Net hopped tables every day, talking to different people. They were sitting in place of Zephyr and Hydroid, who were off doing their own thing.

"Yeah, I am too. Sure, it took a pissed off Frost to get the point across, but in the end it saved us the frustration of ten thousand sex jokes," I took a bite out of my food.

"I'm just glad I don't have to listen to Prime and Zephyr's constant complaining about it," Geist grumbled.

"Yeah, I can see that," I muttered.

We continued the conversation on for the rest of dinner, talking about a bunch of random stuff. Over time, I got this strange feeling that I was being watched.

"Hey, do you guys feel that?" I asked the group.

"Feel what?" Banshee looked around as if something had physically touched us.

"Like we're being watched," I elaborated.

"Oh, that's probably from Prime's cameras," Net said simply.

"Wait, you're saying that they're peeping on us? All the time?" I said frantically. I might have snuck a look at Banshee's…

"Yep. We saw them looking at some security cameras. Think about that later," Net grinned cheekily at me.

"I don't care," Banshee said calmly, which surprised me quite a bit.

"You don't care that Prime will have a sex tape of us?!" I asked in shock.

"Come on, sex is probably the biggest Prime summoning. It'd make me more comfortable to have her watching from somewhere else than in the same room as us," Banshee said with a 'you kidding me?' face.

"Oh… I guess that makes sense," I realized the logic in my girlfriend's statement.

"Well guys, we've got to go. The computer needs fixing and it won't do it on its own. See you the morning after," Net gave us a short little two finger salute and walked off.

"So, now?" Banshee asked.

"My, aren't you impatient?" I smirked.

"You know, I've actually wanted to do this for a while. Just… every situation I ran through my head ended badly," Banshee admitted, shrinking back a little.

"Well sure, it would've been awkward as hell, but I wouldn't have rejected you for it. I would have at least considered it. Next time something comes up, tell me," I said casually "I'm well on board with it now, so just say the word and I'll join you."

"Well in that case…" Banshee grabbed my arm and started pulling me down the corridor "to the bedroom!"

Prime sat in her chair lazily, Zephyr sleeping in the office chair beside her. She started to yawn when a sudden action caught her eye. She snapped awake and shook her partner in crime awake.

"Wha?" Zephyr suddenly snapped awake.

"Check it out! Show's starting, push record!" Prime pointed in perverted delight. Both women glued their eyes to the screen for the next hour.

Hey everyone! No, I'm not dead (yet)! Sorry, school's been getting to me and I can't really work on writing as much as before. Plus, my other story's been hogging my mental capacity for a while. Check over there and you might find some quicker and longer updates (Keyword, MIGHT). Thanks for reading! Necrorizah, out.