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1 year ago

Thinking abt how Osiris, Misraakskel, and Nimbus would interact

Like, imagine a season where Osiris and Nimbus reach out to Misraaks for help with a Vex invasion on Neomuna

and the three of them find assimilated!Asher in the Vexnet commanding an entire legion of “corrupted” frames to wage war on the Sol Divisive or some shit

Could be an opportunity for Vex allies, even if temporarily

Seasonal armor could be similar to the Undying ornaments- Vex shit- but mixed with Splicer stuff, Neomuni tech, and maybe aspects of the Mercury sets

Weapons could be reprised Mercury and Splicer weapons, or even fusions of the two


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1 year ago

Thinking about this AU still

story below the cut bc I kinda got out of control

Mazerunner tries to steal Hive magic on Titan to break Bèl’s tithe-lines, but accidentally gets Xivu’s attention personally.

Xivu reads him like a book and chastises him “YOU INVOKE MY NAME AND COURT BUT DAMN THE LOGIC BEHIND IT? YOU DARE COMPARE YOURSELF TO MY BROTHER, OUR FIRST NAVIGATOR?”

She sees a tool in Mazerunner’s ambition. He’s not a trickster like her heretic sister, and he has a LOT of pent-up anger about both Bèl and his other Risen alike.

She swims through the Sea of Screams, untethered to her Throne. She calls to the edges of the Ascendant Plane that border Lower Sol, screaming an order to her loyal Hive below the silvered mirror.

A pack of Wizards hear her, and deep in the Arcology, they lay a Cryptolyph as a trap. The moment Mazerunner tracks it down it springs, releasing the virus spores into the air and filling his lungs.

Xivu speaks again, Mazerunner’s voice as her own- “YOU KNOW OUR TRUTH SO CLOSELY, AND YET YOU REFUSE IT. PROVE YOU ARE WORTHY OF MY LOVE, FOR I AM WAR ITSELF.”

And there he stands, sickening rot stabbing deep into his soul. His helmet’s eyes cloud over, his respirator coughing out a miasma of spores with every staggered breath.

“WHAT ARE YOU?”

Mazerunner, Wrathborn.

I CAN SMELL THIS VIRUS INFECTING MY LUNGS

I CAN SMELL THIS VIRUS INFECTING MY LUNGS

A SICKENING ROT THAT STABS DEEP INTO MY SOUL

IT ASKS A SIMPLE QUESTION WITH A SIMPLE ANSWER-

“WHAT ARE YOU?”

“WRATHBORN”

AND SO IT ASKS AGAIN


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