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// Chapter 20 
// Story: Warframe: Rebirth 
// by REDMAMBA 
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Chapter 20 



15 years later. 


Raven hummed a little tune to herself as she wandered through her home. It had been many years since the events on the Zaramin. Since then, the ship had reached its destination in the Tau System. Everything was as expected when the Orokin Ship had landed upon their new home planet. It took almost five years to finish basic construction of homes and buildings. During that time, as was the tradition and expectation, Raven and Chris were wed.

Since then, Raven had matured greatly, both physically and mentally. She was 28 now and absolutely, beautiful. In recent years she had let her hair grow out from its shorter era, which now draped down just past her shoulder blades. She had grown in height too, now standing at an average five foot six inches. As per any growing young woman, both her hips and breasts had widened perfectly, and she sported a pair of average C-cup breasts. Her husband didn't complain about the last part one bit! 

As much as she wanted to enjoy some private time with her husband, she couldn't. 

Not at the current moment that is, she had to finish some of her preparations for tonight. So, she wore a simple pair of jeans and a black tank top, something she could get dirty in as she cooked. She never realized how much she enjoyed doing it until she actually learned how to do it. Reaching into one of the cupboards, she pulled out a larger plate and set it on the kitchen counter before moving towards the oven. In the next room, her husband was busy on the holo-phone.

“We still on for tonight?” he asked.

“I can't,” the hologram of the man answered. “Something came up.”

“Come on Shon! We've been planning this for weeks.”

The video feed of the blond headed man closed his brown eyes as he sighed. Shon Nar'feng was a coworker with Chris in the mining industry. Both were assigned as work partners when they started their jobs, and in recent years the two had become rather close. More often than not, they were seen together doing guy things -generally something stupid. Hence why women live longer than men- and they shared a lot about their lives with each other.

“I'm sorry…” Shon apologize. “I… my father has become ill…” The mood between the two had taken a turn for the worse. Chris’ disappointed mood changing into a sympathetic one. “He doesn't want it to become too big, but… he has lung cancer. It's stage four…”

For several seconds, Chris didn't say anything. “Well… maybe you should have lead with that,” he finally said, now understanding his coworker’s situation. “I gotcha, go be with your family. Tell them we say hi.”

“Will do. See you next week.”

“Peace.”

The feed buzzed and faded as the call ended. Leaning back against the couch the man rubbed his face out of exhaustion. Throwing his head back, he stared at the ceiling as he sighed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Raven enter the living room. Wandering around the couch, she stood in front of him.

“So, what's the word?” she asked.

Sitting up, he answered. “Shon can't make it, he has a family matter that came up.”

“Oh, well that's too bad,” Raven replied, rather saddened.

“What about Scarlet? She bringing the twins?” he asked as she aimed her way back towards the kitchen.

“She'll be here,” Raven answered as she rested her arms against the back of the couch, finally taking a moment for a much-needed break. She decided that as a bonus, she teased her man with a generous showing of her cleavage, clearly revealing that she had forgone a bra this morning. “What about Kal and ‘Fita?”

“They’ll be here. Along with my mother, yours too!” he answered, removing his lustful stare away from the top of her bare breasts. She in turn smiled lustfully down at him as he slowly lifted his gaze up towards her eyes. With a smirk of his own, he lunged towards her with open arms, “Come here!”

“Eep! Ahaha! Eeee!”

Wrapping both arms around her smaller form, she eep'd and started giggling hysterically as he held on to her, pulling her over the end of the couch and into his lap. She continued to giggle and squeal as he manhandled her until he silenced her with a deep kiss. “Mhmmm….” she moaned into his mouth as she melted into the kiss, her wiggling coming to an end. The pair held the embrace for several seconds before reluctantly parting their lips for much needed air. Barely opening her eyes, Raven kept her gaze lidded as she rested her forehead against his.
She closed her eyes and got herself comfortable in his lap, snuggling into the crook of his arm. The duo sat there, enjoying the company of one another for some time. He wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, gently massaging away the day's strains. Fifteen years, hard to believe after fifteen years that this is what her life had become from the strange set of nightmares she once had. While the nightmares had subsided, they still occasionally haunted her. 

Blood and violence, her mind filled with hatred. Most of the time she couldn’t ever confide in her husband. He just didn’t understand. It scared her too. Waking up dosed in sweat. Seeing strange flashes during the day. It was… brutal and miserable. 

The sounds of the front door opening grabbed her attention. 

“Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?”

How long had they been like that? 

Glancing at the clock confirmed what she had been thinking. 

Three o'clock. Schools out.

She must have fallen asleep or just got lost in her musings. 

With a deep breath, Raven rose to her feet and stood up, making herself presentable before she turned to face the door, beaming joyfully despite her darker thoughts from earlier. Seeing her boy always brought great joy in her life. 

“Mommy, daddy!” the little brown haired blue-eyed boy squeaked out as he entered, his little backpack bouncing as he ran.

“Sweetie!” Raven replied with equal enthusiasm as her little boy as she opened her arms, bending down to catch him. The little seven-year-old was all too eager to embrace her. Hugging him, she wrapped her arms around his tiny form and lifted him up, holding him close to her warm breast, nuzzling his cheek.

It was several years into their marriage before Raven even considered the prospect of having a child. Of course, they had dabbled in the area of sex and they often experimented with positions, places, and the kinkiest shit they could do. Nearly getting caught was now way up there in their kink list. They wanted their time together before a third member of the family would interrupt their life in general. 

When Raven was 20 did she finally consider having children. She was the one to bring it up too. One great fuck and a long night of nonstop sex, followed by several more attempts for good luck to make sure his sperm took was all the assurance they needed. Nine months later, their son Zachariah was born. Granted, mandatory 'breeding' by the survivors also caused a bit of an issue. Pushing to have a kid sooner rather than later didn't help. 

Certain activities in the bedroom hadn’t changed much, but that wasn’t important. 

“How was school?” she asked as she placed him down on the ground, taking his backpack off his back.

“Good!” Zachariah answered giddily.

“Learn anything interesting bud?” Chris asked his boy as he leaned forward on the couch, interlacing his fingers as he rested his elbows on his knees.

As father and son started to talk about the day, Raven hung up her sons bag on the coat hooks next to the front door. Without missing a beat, she decided to head towards the kitchen to check on the meal that had been cooking all morning. Running her hand through her son’s hair as she passed by, her husband slapped her on the ass, causing her to squeak and jump forward slightly. She glared at him as he smirked back at her. raven rolled her eyes and shook her head. 

Entering into the kitchen, she giggled playfully while their son thought it nothing more than a simple game.

As she entered the kitchen, she got to work on finishing what she had started. Checking the roast quickly, she moved onward towards preparing a wad of dough for biscuits, messaging it in preparation for baking.

Humming a little tune to herself, she was so lost in her work that she failed to notice her husband come up behind her, hugging her from behind. “Hey baby~” he sang into her ear, cupping her right beast is his palm, messaging it gently. She ignored his messaging as she continued to work on her preparations. “You know, I've been thinking…” he said into her ear, gently biting her earlobe between his teeth as she felt his other hand rubbed her belly. 

“Did it hurt?” she quipped, ignoring his exploration of her body.

Chuckling around her ear, he released the trapped flesh and nipped at the side of her neck. She was putting up a strong front by not garnering a reaction to egg him on further. It was faltering, but she was resisting. Nibbling at the sensitive flesh on her neck, she hummed approvingly, tilting her head slightly, she allowed him access to pleasure her a little bit more. “I was thinking…” he said between each tiny kiss. “That maybe… we could… have another kid?”

Raising an eyebrow, Raven turned her head to look over her shoulder questioningly at him with a ‘you really serious?’ type look, forcing him to stop and smile innocently at her. Sighing, she pulled free from his enticing grasp, turning around on the spot and resting her elbows against the kitchen table. Stepping back, he simply admired her perfect hourglass form before she decided to say something. “You want another kid?” she questioned. 

Stepping forward, he rubbed her bare right arm with his left hand, enjoying the contact of her soft skin against his rough palm. Resting his forehead against hers, the pair simply enjoyed each other’s company and embrace. “I know how much you wanted to have a child, and Zach is a wonderful son.” Her husband rested his hands on her hips as he stepped a little closer, sharing a smile with her. “But why not give him a playmate? Maybe see what… I don’t know, having a daughter might be like?” 

“You're as horny as a Pobber, you known that?” she stated as he gingerly rubbed her sides with his hands. Turning around, she pulled away from his touch. Probably just in time too, before she decided to say, ‘fuck it and fuck me!’ and let him jump her right there in the kitchen.

“Well? What do you say?” he asked as he stepped up next to her, resting a hand on her shoulder as he watched her work.

“You'd like that wouldn't you?” she said. “To see my swollen belly bounce with my tits as we fuck. Right?” she questioned cheekily, garnering a lustful and all too eager smirk from him.

“Well, you still owe me one from the other night!”

Turning around, she pecked him on the lips lightly. “Well… if it's any consolation…” she whispered breathlessly, putting on her best sexual front she could muster, teasing him before her tone changed dramatically. “You still owe me for pulling me away from work the other day…” she said, promptly changing her tone from sultry to bemused. 

Uh oh, busted. 

“Yes… well…” he slowly replied both confused and defeated. 

“We already have enough challenges as it is with him. I don’t know if I’m ready for another child,” Raven replied as she held a hand to her chest.  She then turned around and rubbed her head with her fingers as she let out a lengthy sigh. Slowly, she rested both of her hands on the countertop. Worst of all, she could feel a headache coming on. The stresses of raising another baby on top of her son, balancing the two along with work and home life. Just when she felt like she had fallen into a good life rhythm, this happens. 

A pair of hands slowly wrapped around her midsection as a head rested on her shoulder. “I’m sorry for pressing. We can discuss it more later,” he apologized as he hugged her from behind. 

“Thank you…” she muttered, reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand. “It’s just… too much, okay? I’m open to having another kid, just not this moment. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her senses as she stood up straight. “Now go play with your son. I need to finish up here,” she shooed. As he left, Raven searched the room quickly before finding a bag of flower. Grabbing it, she attempted to open it.

Just as Chris entered the living room, he was about to head towards his son, who was playing with one of his toys when he heard what sounded like a bag tearing. Then the sound of Raven squeaking caused him to turn around and quickly head towards the sound of his wife's distress. Upon entering the kitchen, he immediately snorted a laugh at the sight before him. Raven stood in the center of the room with a now torn open bag of flower in her grip, her head and face covered in white powder. She coughed cutely, causing a small puff of the white powder to escape from between her lips. Gently opening her right eye just enough to see out of it, she slowly placed the bag on the counter with the tips of her fingers.

“Come here,” her husband requested, stepping up towards her. Turning around she stood still while he gently cupped her chin. Using his sleeve, he gingerly wiped the flour from her eyes. “Okay. I’d kiss you, but you'd taste like flour,” he laughed.

Cautiously opening her left eye, she looked around the room before opening her right. Well, it appeared that most of it was on her and not everywhere else. Still, not good regardless. Holding out her arms in disgust, she looked down at her soiled clothing. The shoulders of her tank top were now snowy white, and the tops of her breasts looked as though she shunned the sun with a fiery hatred. With a sigh, she turned and headed towards the bathroom speaking as she left. “Please clean this while I get clean?”

“Got it baby!”

Heading up the stairs and into her bedroom, she wasted little time stripping her tank top. With a sigh of relief from freeing her trapped tits, she headed towards the attached master bathroom. Swatting off as much flour as she could into a trash can, she tossed her shirt into the hamper. Deciding to change her pants and underwear to, she stripped out of her pants and panties and added them to the pile. She needed to change everything anyway, it was hot and she was going to dress up for the dinner anyway. With a full body stretch, she held one arm over her head, enjoying the freedom of her nudity for a few seconds before she had to get dressed again. Grabbing everything she needed, she quickly dressed her lower half. With shirt in hand, she headed off towards the bathroom yet again.

Wiping off the tops of her breasts with a dry washcloth, cleaning off as much flour as she could, she made herself as clean as she could without a shower. Running her hands through her hair, she shook them violently over the trash can, causing flour to rain down like snow both into and around the trash can. Using the rag to wipe her face clean. As soon as most of it was off, she soaked the rag with water from the sink and used it to collect the remaining particles of flour. Dawning her shirt, she turned on the sink and cupped her hands. Splashing her face with water, she let the warm water relax her.

Grabbing a nearby towel, she turned off the water and wiped her face. Running a hand through her hair, she threw the tangled mess across her back. She'd deal with it later before the party. She smelled like flour, food, and sweat.

People generally don't like other people smelling the latter.

Hanging up the towel she turned to check herself in the mirror. Turning her head to check her face, she noticed that she missed a little patch under her chin. Turning on the water, she lowered her head towards the sink to wash it off. Once she was good, she went to check again.

But it was not her looking back in the mirror…

“Ah!” she screamed as she stumbled backwards. Looking back at her was the nightmare she had long since forgotten! “No… no, you aren't real!” she shouted at the man in the mirror.

“Remember!”

Her fear was replaced with anger as she approached the mirror. She hadn't dealt with him in years and she didn't want to deal with him now! “You aren't real!” she repeated with an accusatory finger.  

“Remember!”

“There is nothing to remember! You aren't real!”

She stood firm against this, this… thing! It was nothing more than a memory, a dream. She was happy! Nothing was going to take it away from her!

A hand wrapped around her mouth, causing her eyes to widen in horror. “MHMMMM!” Both hands wrapped around his wrist as she attempted to pull free. Her attempts to pull away continued but his cold, metallic hand held firm as her sock covered feet did little garner grip against the tile floor. As he slowly started to pull her towards the mirror, she struggled to fight back as hard as she could.

“BABY!?”

“MOMMY!”

She could hear both her husband and son running up the stairs and towards her direction, it strengthened her resolve to fight back. “Mmmm!” she attempted to shout around the hand covering her mouth as she placed her foot against the sink. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her boys in the doorway. She held out a hand, pleading for her husband to save her! “MMPH!” she yelped when her foot slipped.

And that's when she was pulled halfway through the mirror.

Tears streamed down her face due to the sheer terror she was facing. “Let go of my wife!” her husband shouted furiously as he grabbed both of her legs. It was frightening tug of war between her husband and this demon. She could hear her son crying and pleading in the background. It only served to make her ache even more. Through her tears she could only stare into the faceless helmet of her tormentor.

As the two struggled over her form, she could only pray that this was some sick nightmare and that she fell asleep in the kitchen again. The struggle stayed at a stalemate for some time before the demon had enough. Reach down he drew his pistol and pointed it right at her husband’s face. He opened his eyes long enough to see the barrel.

Before he was shot in the head.

“Mhmmm! Mhmph, MMHMMM!” Raven screamed into his hand. Her son let out a blood curdling scream as daddy fell backwards through the doorway. Raven's vision was blurred by her tears as her husbands form disappeared from her vision, hearing his ;imp form impacting against the floor. Holstering his weapon, he had no resistance whatsoever. Using his other hand, he grabbed her by the seat of her pants and pulled her though and into the white abyss.

“MOMMY!” her son screamed out for her, his small form begging for her to return to him as he ran towards her. She kicked wildly in an attempt to break free, but it was all in vain. Pulling her through, he held her up by her mouth while she wiggled and squirmed more and more in a vain attempt free herself. Opening her eyes, she froze when she saw Zachariah pressed up against the other side of the mirror. His little hands punched and pressed against the glass as he screamed for her, tears streaming down his face. With newfound determination she fought as hard as she could against his grasp.

Until she heard what sounded like glass breaking.

Opening her eyes, she focused on the mirror. A large jagged crack split the mirror in two. Zachariah backed away from the mirror to look at the crack. He flinched away when a second one appeared, followed by a third and a fourth. Soon, the entirety of the mirror was covered in spider web like cracks. With one last look of horror, Raven held out her hand towards her child, as though she could reach through the pull him towards her and to safety.  

“MOMMY!” she heard him scream one last time as the mirror shattered to dust.

“Mmhmm!” she screamed one last time. The only thing she could do was watch as her little boy shatter into nothing more than mere pieces of glittering dust. In a sense… it was beautiful. The particles drifted like snow towards the ground.

Everything… was gone…

Her body felt numb. Her world was gone, shattered like the mirror. She had no purpose or reason to even fight back. Going limp in his grip, all she could do was sob. Her whole body shook, and her nose ran down her face.

It was more real than she ever imagined.

Below her, Frost continued to stare at the remnants of the mirror before turning his horned head towards her. Surveying her alien form, he gently grabbed onto her right bicep and released his grip around her mouth, using his left hand to her left bicep. She sobbed loudly, but he ignored her struggles as he gently placed her on her feet. Releasing her, she simply stood there… and sobbed.

Gingerly, he ran a hand through her hair, grabbing a fist full of her beautiful brown hair he gently pulled. Her long flowing locks came free without hassle, her hair taking on its once shorter form of her youth, its dark brown coloring bleeding into a jet black color. Releasing it, her locks faded like dust in the wind as it fell. Placing his right hand under her chin, he gingerly lifted her head and ran his left thumb across her right eye. Gone was her once perfect skin and gorgeous blue eyes, replaced was a dark black scar and jet black metallic eye patch. Reaching up, he placed both hands on the top of her head.

A bright red glow engulfed his hands and spread across the top of her head and down her body. Her whole form glowed bright red, enlightening the area and his form. The glowing stopped after several seconds, her physic having changing drastically. Gone was the beautiful married beauty and returned was the young teen from so long ago. Raven continued to sob and sniffle before she opened her one good eye and staring right at the suits abdomen.

She gasped.

As she saw her reflection in his polished armor. Blinking the tears away, she tilted her head to make sure that what she was seeing was indeed herself. Wiping her face with her sleeve, she did a double take as she leaned in closer to examine the eye patch. With a shaky hand, she held it over her scarred eye before she gingerly ran two fingers over the cold metal surface.

“What did you do to me…?”

Looking up at him, she demanded that he give her answers. Frost continued to stare down at her before finally speaking. “Walk with me, Operator.” Turning around, he started walking. With nothing more to do, she followed suite.

“Where am I?” she asked weakly, the recent events still weighing hard on her heart. She didn't know what to think anymore.

“Your subconscious, Operator,” he explained. “I have sensed a dark presence in your mind.”

Raven blinked. “Why do you care?”

He spun abruptly, forcing Raven to stop. “Because it's my job to protect you, Operator!” He lifted his head, seeming to search the area for something. “Our Somatic Link allowed me to sense some dark force inside your mind. But I am unable to identify its source.” Raven glanced down and to the side, lost in thought. A distant memory came to mind. Frost’s head snapped down to her. “You remember.”

“But that doesn’t explain how I seemed to have ended up here?” Raven questioned. “Or why I seemed to have lived out part of my life as normal?”

“Your subconscious created a false reality that you so desperately desired,” Frost answered. “One created by an older memory.” She tilted her head to the side, waiting for further context as she raised an eyebrow. “I have had plenty of time to search your memories. I have also been watching you for some time.”

Her eye went wide as she immediately avoided eye contact, a deep red blush covering her entire face. If that meant what she thought it did… well... “A-And that means what exactly…?”

“I attempted to contact you. But you refused to acknowledge me.”

“Why didn't you keep trying?”

“You willed it,” he explained rather simply. “Your will against the Somatic link was so strong that I was not able to contact you. Until you had forgotten that your will had faltered, Operator. Only then when the will was weak enough could we interact.” Holding up his right hand, it glowed bright white, a similar white orb of energy swirling in his palm. “Remember, Operator.”

Raven stared into the orb curiously. “What do you want me to remember, exactly?”

“These are the memories long since forgotten. This, is what you are!” he stated.

Cautiously, Raven stared into the orb. What she is? What does that mean? Gingerly, she lifted her right hand and held it near the orb but didn't touch it. As her hand shook nervously, she rotated her hand to look at her palm. “And if I refuse?”

Frost didn't respond, as though he was judging her. Perhaps silently asking ‘Are you fucking stupid?’ "I can return you to the reality you left. Where you will live the rest of your life until you die. Hereby your subconscious will fade into nothing.” She glanced down and to the right, remembering how happy she was. Some of it was nothing but a mere blur. “But Operator I must tell you this.” Leaning in closer he gently placed his left on her right shoulder. “The demon that possess your form will unleash your powers upon this world. He will use you to hurt those closest to you. That white one has deep emotions for you.”

Raven's eye went wide in terror. “...Mom.”

Releasing her shoulder, he stood tall. Once again, she stared deeply into the swirling ball of energy. “Will you be with me?”  

“We are one, Operator. You are the mind, I am the body.”

Glancing down at her hand one last time, she lifted it over her head and slapped her palm against his. There was a blinding flash of light that forced her to close her eye. The memories came as fast as they went. Voices raced by allowing her to catch one word or another. All around her, she was surrounded by memories long since forgotten. The Zaramin returned as dark as ever. She could see an opaque version of herself surrounded by her friends. Blinking from view, she appeared several feet away, her friends celebrating her success.

"Harness your powers Operator. The Void Dash. Only you possess the ability to transfer through the Void!"

The memory faded as it was replaced with another. She stood trapped, surrounded by the corrupted monsters spawned by the Void. Pouncing her, she held out both hands as a powerful conic blast emitted from her open palms, knocking the monsters back.

“The Void Blast. Let no barrier hold you back!” 

The memory dissipated and was replaced with a third. She could see a dark red outline as it slipped past two sentries guarding a corridor in the broken Zaramin. Once she was across, her invisibility faded, allowing her a sigh of relief. She yelped when the two sentries rounded the corner and pounded her, causing her to disappear as they landed on the floor with a roll.

“The Void Mode. You, Operator, are the catalyst between this realm and the Void. Harness its power!” 

A pair of dark green eyes appeared staring down at her smaller form. She knew who that was, she knew what she had to do!

"Only through Transference may we be one!

Her eye shot open, glowing red hot. “I remember!”

An explosion like sound resonated through the area as she opened her arms wide, ready for a fight!


*** 


In the frozen tundra of the Equestrian North, a black mist exploded from Raven’s chest cavity, throwing her backwards and it hard against the ice, violently spider webbing it. Flipping through the air, Raven landed on all fours, sliding across the snow before stopping.

“No,” the mist said, clearly confused and somewhat frustrated. “No, I own you! That is my body!”

“Nobody owns me!” she shouted in defiance.

With a growl, the mist pulsed with anger. With a vicious scream, the mist shot forward. Raven didn't move as she called upon her Somatic Link. In a flash of light, gone was the young teen.

Now, stood the Warframe!

Reaching out, she caught the mist in her grasp. It dissipated around her form, revealing a jet-black stallion held around the neck. Grabbing onto her wrist, he gagged in a poor attempt to free himself. “How dare you! How dare you defy your King!”

Holding him up to her face, she stared into the kings smoldering eyes. “You're not my king!” she growled. Pulling him back, she threw him as hard as she could. The stallion impacted hard against the ice, shattering it further. Sliding down into a sitting position, he shook his head before growling angrily.

“You will not deny me my rightful rule as King!”

Shooting to his hooves, the king charged forward as fast as he could towards her. Shaking with anger, she was not going to take any more of his bullshit!

“You will not terrorize me anymore!” diving deep into her connection to the Warframe and the Void. Both of her metallic hands shone bright with power. Channeling her energy into the ice, she pulled with all her might.

The ice collided hard enough to shake the ground violently. A resounding crack of the ice impacting and cracking filled the frozen night air. The impact was powerful enough…

That it trapped the dark demon inside…