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JackieTeJackal — Warframe-Steel Meridian: Why... by-nc-nd
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Trying to create depth on one of my favorite Syndicates in Warframe. Now if only I knew her name."I stood there, looking at the torn photo an old friend had taken with a makeshift camera he threw together with Roller parts and scraps. What any person would see is a group of clones, deteriorating and hideous, but what I saw was a group of friends who endured hardship. A group of the innocent surviving in an empire of the cruel and twisted. A group that shared a single cause, to protect humanity from danger. It wasn't until our first mission that we saw what we really were. An empire sought to destroy all who weren't ourselves, an army of xenophobic clone warriors. Our comrades slaughtered the innocent as we stood by in shock. Then the Tenno arrived... They slaughtered our soldiers, and soon they attacked me.. I laid there in my own blood, watching in horror as the Tenno slaughtered my friends, the few that helped me endure the harsh life-style of our society, one by one. To them, they were just another Grineer soldier to dispatch, but to me they were my brothers. Then silence... All I saw was the bodies of my friends, hacked and ravaged by Tenno, laying among the burning ruins of the settlement we had raided. Then I saw black.
I woke up upon our ship. How did I survive? I looked to my side to see one of my friends. He had survived. He was bigger than all of us, he was the toughest. He told me he carried me out of the settlement, and him and what remained of out platoon returned to our galleon. My friend told me that only I survived. All my friends, all those innocent lives, were gone. My friend and I went to the wall of shame, it displayed all the serial numbers of all soldiers who died in battle, those who weren't strong enough to survive in battle. I looked upon the countless numbers upon the wall. Then I found the numbers of my friends. I touched the numbers with my fingers and I could only think of one thing.
Why? Why did I survive? Why me, and not them? Why am I still here, and they are not?"





















