“Stupid fucking Ospreys…”
Volt was not having a great time. There were Corpus Ospreys everywhere and they were shielding a ton of Corpus grunts. All Volt wanted to do was close a nearby Void Fissure, clean up some of the Infested that were lurking around and then get out of there, but no, the Corpus had decided he was a threat and rather than calmly try and talk, they’d all opened fire on him. Again.
“They’re not that hard to hit!” Ember smiled as she vaguely fired in the Ospreys’ direction, then let an explosion of fire finish them all off. “Just not using enough bullets! Normally you and your shiny gold Supra Vandal don’t have a problem with them!”
“I’m not using the Supra Vandal though…” Volt sighed, then fired an arrow, which amusingly pierced through the head of a Corpus Nullifier and pinned them to a wall. “I haven’t used the Supra Vandal in ages!”
Ember paused. A Corpus Tech appeared from behind a corner, forcing Ember to unpause, shoot the Tech in the head and go back to being paused. “What? Why?”
“Mastery.”
“Oh.”
Volt sighed again, then continued down the tilted hallway. They were inside the remains of a crashed Corpus ship. There were loads of them all over Europa, where they were either in the middle of being salvaged by Corpus crews or were strategically crashed to hide massive robot-producing factories. This ship was one of the former, and the Corpus were trying to salvage some ancient Orokin relics that had been lost in transit when the ship crashed. Turned out that the relics were in fact an old strain of the technocyte virus and a wave of Infested had swiftly embedded itself in the ship’s remains.
“Waaaaait!” Ember suddenly snapped out of her confusion. “Since when did you care about your Mastery Rank? You sat at the rank of Eagle for months and months!”
“Yes, and now I’m sitting at the rank of Gold Dragon. What’s it to you?” Volt retorted as he charged down another corridor, before leaping head first into a large number of MOAs. With a single Discharge, the MOAs exploded one by one, refilling Volt’s shields in the process. A couple of stragglers were finished off with golden arrows, fired from Volt’s Paris Prime bow.
Ember chased after Volt, leaving a trail of fiery explosions behind her. “But whyyyyy?”
“I don’t know!” Volt snapped. “Why does it concern you?”
“Because surely you’re not getting much mastery out of that stupid thing!”
Volt skidded to a halt. “What’s wrong with this Paris Prime apart from the fact that I’d much rather be using my Supra Vandal?”
“Well…” Ember shrugged. “You kinda just said why. But surely sticking a forma into that bow ain’t gonna make it better.”
“I’m levelling it up for the mastery!”
“You haven’t mastered the Paris Prime yet?”
Volt shook his head. “No. I haven’t mastered the Paris Prime yet.”
“But… why?”
“Because I never got around to it. I built it ages ago, when I’d only recently woken up. I just… forgot about it until now…” Volt finally admitted. “But it’s the last weapon I need to master before I can attempt the test for Mastery Rank 25.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Ember fell silent. After blatantly murdering some Infested, she turned back to Volt. “Are you going to do the Mastery Rank 25 test?”
“At some point. Not for a while though.”
“Why?”
“What sounds better? Gold Dragon or Sage?”
“Good point!” Ember laughed as she launched a fireball at the last few remaining enemies. Most of the Infested had been destroyed, and the remaining Corpus had all been incinerated, meaning there was no chance of anything spreading. “Shall we get out of here?”
“Yeah, sure…” Volt shrugged. “I need to stick some more mods on this Paris Prime anyway.”