Novel & Cerita Warframe Infestation On Ship

I recoil from the sight, my eyes narrowing as I will myself to continue looking, and suddenly the planet implodes, scattering the dark matter over the Milky Way. The sound of silence sweeps through the Arena. The beautiful stillness of emptiness. The planet imploding was over within seconds. “Something's not right,” Miya murmurs as she opens her eyes and raises her head to the sky. I look up, squinting as I try to see what she sees. “The shield is active, bonetta.” I lower my gaze and look at her. “There are ships. Six of them. Female and younglings. The government. Human…"

A sudden, violent tremor shook the room. The monitors on the wall flickered, showing a feed from the edge of the city. The sky was tearing open. Not a digital rip, but a physical rift in the atmosphere. From the rift, a ship began to emerge. It wasn't a spaceship in the traditional sense. It looked like a giant, fossilized insect, miles long, covered in glowing green moss and obsidian armor. It didn't make a sound as it entered our world, but the sheer gravity of its presence caused the glass in the War Room to crack.

They surrounded the Astropheles. We were the source of the infection. And we were to be sterilized. "Jeff!" I yelled. "I see them!" he shouted back, his hands flying over the console. The Astropheles shuddered as a shield of woven memories—of Lyra's smile, of Lina's laugh—flared around us, deflecting the first volley of null-beams. We were powerful, but we were one ship against an armada. Our story-shields wouldn't hold forever.

Another danger overcome. All the while this was taking place, the Battlestar had slid underneath the two red raiders. Any gun capable of shooting did what it could to pepper the crimson hulls of its opponents. The infidel raiders did the same thing. As soon as they could, red laser blasts began raking the ship. From stem to stern, every part of the three kilometer long ship was hit by any degree. By the time both Infidels passed Invictus, they had already inflicted heavy damage to one of its engines, rendering it inoperable. The lead Infidel had to pay this price with a direct hit to his port batteries, causing a violent explosion within the red ship itself.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The black stars aren't stars-they're *ships*. Massive, jagged vessels blot out the fractured sky, their hulls bristling with weapons that hum with the same green lightning as the Arbor Prime. The Eden shard pulses in my grip, its voice fraying at the edges. **"They've come to sterilize the infection. That's us."** Veyra stares at the armada, her Custodian-metal stinger trembling. "We need to run."

“We’ve got five minutes before this ship is fully locked down. Extraction point’s ten decks up.” “Ivy?” Noa gasped. “What happens if this version of him escapes?” Her voice came through tight, clipped. “He infects every system he touches. Think of him like a virus with a vendetta.” “Great,” Noa muttered. “A homicidal USB stick.” The clone cocked his head, studying them. “I could’ve been saved. But you always choose chaos.” “I like my chaos with abs,” Noa said. Alessio tossed him a blade.

He slammed his staff into the bridge, and the Vance-Vault energy he had inherited surged through the city’s new "Infrastructure." He wasn't fighting with ships or guns. He was fighting with Bad Data. "If I'm a copyright violation," Elian roared, his hazel eyes glowing with a violet fire, "then I’m going to be the Virus that crashes your entire platform!" The violet vines on the buildings didn't just grow; they Infiltrated. They reached up like massive, organic tentacles, latching onto the hull of the Publisher’s Flagship. They weren't trying to crush the ship; they were trying to Upload the Slums into it.

I blamed it all on the front door that wasn’t transparent to get the view of incoming and outgoing users. “Oh no, not today!” I took a good look at the stain that already drew a map on my dress’s breastplate. I protested and my nose turned reddish as tears clouded my eyes. “Hey, don’t be that sad, there’s a bathroom at the left wing, we could just go there and try to wash it off a bit, alright?” He set my chin up and rubbed his thumb on my cheek and jaw, which somehow excited me a lot. I had a lot of chemical rush in my system.

Owen’s forehead bulged with veins, and his entire body started to emit a faint white glow. “An intruder has been spotted,” a mechanical voice announced, just as Owen felt an attack strike him from behind. These were the ship’s defense units—robots. However, Owen wasn’t bothered. Their attacks did next to nothing to him as they fired crystal-like energy blasts from their weapons. It was clear the power was low-tier, and his body could withstand it. He needed to focus. Applying more force, the massive airship suddenly began to shake violently. ERROR!! ERROR!!

It was the sound of a sun being extinguished. ​The Sun Weaver had been infected. The shadow had found its host. And as the first of the Harvester ships hit the upper atmosphere, the world’s only defense began to turn a deep, oily black. ​Silas crawled toward his broken machine, his face a mask of horror. “It is inside her,” he whispered. “The mimic is in the source.”