This is a first in a long time, and I finally have ideas. This is my newest edition of my stories. And now...

The Link

I am Excalibur...

I myself am not the first, but I bear the noble armor if the first Tenno. But details are not important at the moment, right now I mist save one of ours from the clutches of greed and profit.

The blade of the long sword pierced the suit of a crewmen, slicing through metal and flesh as if it was nothing but paper. The greed filled man gurgled what was a curse to the me. It did not matter. What mattered the most was the success of this mission. For one of our own, a Tenno, was captured, and her life depended on it. And it rested on my shoulders. She had to survive, she had to be taken back from the hell-hole know as the Zanuka project. There, our brethren are tortured, killed, and worse, turned into demons forged of the blood of my fellows and the greed that would soon be their downfall. They will pay for what they have done, and they will pay in blood.

I pull the blade out from the Corpus crewman's body, and in a few fluid motions, cleanse it off blood. I quickly check to see if any damage has been done to the blade, just an old habi and also qquickly look at its Codex entry...

Weapon type: Melee

Melee weapon type: Long Sword

Weapon name: Dakra Prime

This weapon has been with me since I emerged from the cryopod. I was lucky to have a weapon from the Orokin Age with me. The others had to scour the system for these ancient weapons, while I already had one.

But more than a sword is needed for combat, so more weapons were needed, and I, along with two others, managed to get more Orokin Age weaponry.

I have looked into my weapons for long enough, time is running out.

I run across the ship's halls, dodging lasers, robots and, annoying as hell laser doors. Soon I have arrived at the place holding her. I rush to the console that controls the prison cell locks and hack in. A number of holographic glyphs come up and with a few turns of the symbols, I open the cell to retrieve my kin.

What I see disgusts me more than anything in existence.

An arsenal of tools and needles lay out on tables, robotic arms holding the one I was to bring back home. Several scientists and researchers stand around and talk as she is being operated on, they are so absorbed in their own greed and thoughts of profit they don't even notice my intrusion on their lab from hell.

I will enjoy ripping through their corrupt corpses. The others don't even hear but a gurgle from the first one I impaled with a throwing knife. But soon they turn to find their Grim Reaper has arrived, and he is pissed.