Lancer IMPRINT Lore

Hello again.

You know how I rage posted about Simaris and his scanning thingies.

Now, another addition is LORE. Meaning Story. Meaning reasons to read stuff. Meaning reasons you people started playing games in the first place, right? To avoid reading?

Well, anyway.

Simaris-senpai proudly presents:

THE LANCER IMPRINT LORE!

Here is how a Lancer looks like..

There. The cuteness in this one is almost a killer. hehehe, got it? Killer.

Man, I`m good at this.

I will do a quick explanation of what the text means afterwards.

WARNING, LOTS OF TEXT AHEAD.

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The smashing is like music.

PFFT, CRACK.

My machine's striking pin rams the rock in front of me. A rush of bits crumbles from the rock wall and rolls over my boots. I see glinting in the rubble. I like it when it shines, it means I'm serving well. I thrust my shovel in, its plasma blades slicing clean through the chunks. It vibrates so I switch on its inducer and the shiny bits clink on. Then I throw them into the sorter and jump out of the way of the next strike.

PFFT, CRACK.

More rumble, more shining. This is a good day. All of us, shovelling to the beat of the machines. Only a fraction of a cycle left on this rock, days really. I keep thinking,: What will the next rock be like?

PFFT, CRACK.

The Outer Terminus has many rocks. Good rocks, I like it here. I shovel again and jump out of the way of the way of the next smash.

PFFT...

The machines stop and it goes dark. Why have the machines stopped? Why is it dark? A voice reverberates all around, a thundering whisper:

"MERELY FRAMED"

The rock shakes like never before. Gravel rains in the darkness. I choke on the dust and struggle to find my balance on the shifting ground. The voice booms again. It is in the air. It is in the rock. It is in my head.

"MERELY SHAPED THEY ARE CALLED"

My ears ring like sirens. Then I hear new smashing, it is coming from down the tunnel. Not rhythmic smashing, not the music, something else and I do not like it. There are other voices too, screaming voices. They make me think of the way we scream when there is an accident, when one of us gets caught in a sorter. There is much screaming. The voice grows louder.

"THERE WAS NO THEIR MOTHER"

Out of the darkness a new light rounds the distant corner and shines down the tunnel. Our lights do not look like this. It is apart of something big and it moves wildly. Running? Yes, running through our line. Our machines fly up and then slam back down. Miners are smashed and crushed into tiny pieces. I am scared.

I am angry. Why is this happening? Is that an Orokin? No, we serve the Orokin. The Orokin are golden. This is something else. I pick up my shovel.

"THERE WAS NO THEIR FATHER"

The light is close now. I find my footing and grip my shovel like I do when I chip ore. The light sends a machine gun flying at me. I jump but I am too slow. It crashes into my chest and pins my legs to the floor. I try to breath but I cannot breathe. I look up and the light charges toward me. I raise my shovel just before it tramples into me. There's a clink. The light catches itself on my shovel's blade, forcing the shovel's butt deep into the hard ground. The light explodes under its own force. All is black.

For a moment there is silence. I pull on the shovel but it is wedged between the ground and that thing. Then, the shovel pulses like it does when I strike a shiny chunk of ore, without thinking, I flick on the shovels inducer. The voice screams. Everything shakes. I like hearing this scream, I do not know why. I use everything I have left to force the shovel in deeper. The thing reels back. I can feel it running. It is running away.

Everything goes quiet again, so I close my eyes.

***

"Over here. I found one," a wave of pain rushes through my chest, my eyes dart open. There's a light, I try to get out of the way but I cannot move. The light shouts, "hurry, he's not going to last very long."

I try to talk, but a new voice speaks instead, "Doesn't matter, if he can survive that, then they want his sample for the next batch."

They are lifting me onto something. I catch glimpses of shimmering gold.

"This is a bad idea. I mean, would you trust a Grineer soldier?" The figure presses something into my arm and I want to sleep again.

The new voice laughs, "Do we have any other choice?"

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END.

Well then, I congratulate you if you managed to read all that.

May you be blessed by the God of Death with another day.

Now, my obvious, top of the head interpretation, the soldier is the FIRST LANCER. He was baffled by the SENTIENTS as he didnt recognise them. The voice of the SENTIENTS are speaking of the Tenno, with no parents, created in a frame(suit) you can easily see how shaped = war-FRAME.

(The attackers can`t be tenno since they were confirmed as not having a voice).

WHY were the SENTIENTS attacking a miner colony looking for the TENNO? Was this during the OLD WAR of was this the first encounter? WE HAVE NO CLUE.

What we do know, is that the Grineer were also enslaved by the orokin and made experiments upon, therefore explaining how a lone surviver miner would be the original lancer whose template was used to clone the other.

SO? What happens next?

I`ll be back with the MOA Lore and my possible explanation for it as soon as I can!

Stay safe out there, Tenno, the Lotus is not who you think she is.

Elannor