Volt sat happily inside his orbiter, happily admiring his shiny new Prime parts. He’d spent way too long opening relic after relic, looking for the somewhat rare parts he needed, then he’d waited three and a half days for it to all finish building. It was worth it though. The shiny parts gave him slightly more armour, despite the fact that he’d skipped on the helmet. His prime helmet, in this Volt’s eyes at least, made him look old.
As Volt messed around with colour palettes for his new shiny parts, a message popped up on one of the many devices on the ship. Instinctively, he went to the foundry, only to be disappointed that his new Dual Skana weren’t finished yet. He didn’t actually want the Skana, but they were a component for the Redeemer, a gunblade. The thought of a melee weapon that could shoot impressed Volt more than he’d like to admit.
No, the notification was coming from his communicator. Someone wanted to talk to him.
Volt rolled over to the chat pane and opened it up. It was Frost. Ever since their wasted time on an E Prime fissure, they’d been friends, avoiding any Embers they happened to come across.
“You seen the new guy?” Frost did not look himself. He must have found a new helmet.
“No? Is that a new helmet?” Volt asked. “Looks neat!”
Frost rolled his neural sensors. “I finally got the last part I needed for my Primed self.”
“Oh?” Volt tipped his head to one side in confusion. “The rest of you looks the same.”
“I know!” Frost sighed. “The only cosmetic difference is my helmet! And it’s nearly as ugly as the wrinkled Prime helmet you have! I see you are still wearing your normal helmet…”
“Haven’t taken it off ever!” Volt beamed. “What about the new guy? Isn’t his name Nudist or something?”
“This is serious!” Frost snapped, before calming down and realising that Volt’s joke was actually somewhat amusing. “Nidus. His name is Nidus. You know how we have some sort of connection with the infested?”
“We do?”
“Yes. Something to do with our organic parts. Long story. Anyway, this Nidus, he’s totally infested. He has infested powers. You know the infested door in your orbiter? He can open it. He can bloody open it. And inside, it’s horrible infested stuff.”
Volt shrugged. “Guess I won’t be opening that door any time soon…”
“That’s not the problem…” Frost worried. “There’s more…”
“It’s just an infested door.” Volt couldn’t understand why Frost was so concerned. He was always so chill about everything.
“It’s not the door. It’s Nidus. He can… Infect others. I’ve seen it. Other Warframes with infested on them.”
“You sure it’s not those super ugly infested syandanas?”
“No, it’s something else. I saw a Nidus accidentally infect an Ember in my clan’s Dojo. An injection sound. Something yellow. Not nice.”
Volt glanced down at his all yellow armour, then changed the trimmings to blue. “You think it’s dangerous?”
“You’ve been to the Orokin Derelict, you tell me.”
“I guess…”
Frost sighed once more. “I’m just saying, kid, be careful out there, alright?”
“I will.”
Frost waved goodbye and hung up, leaving Volt alone, only the silence of the beeping equipment keeping him company.
After a moment of staring out the window, Volt opened his navigation panel. The Matchmaking option was set to Public. With a sigh, Volt changed it to Solo, then closed the panel. Just to be on the safe side.