[b]The ninja, the station, and the hammer.[/b] [i]Outer Tatakai orbit, 12:49 AM Dojo time, sometime in December[/i] The fragmented chunks and remains of a small Corpus cargo ship floated aimlessly into orbit around Tatakai, it's life support module flickering on and off at random intervals. Whatever was left of the command console was emitting a broad signal causing mild interference with interplanetary communication in the Dojo at the moment. Any initial scan of the wreck would indicate that it's main storage compartment was still intact and powered. It was quite the oddity for sure, as it made a wonderful target for scavenging. And this is where this new story begins. The Tenno awoke with a silent thud of his heart, becoming aware that he was no longer in stasis. He couldn't remember why he was there or how long he had been there, and soon discovered that his warframe's power had been siphoned in order to sustain the room's life support system. The alerts were flashing across the glass screen of the interior of the stasis pod, constantly informing the inhabitant of the slowly decreasing time he had left to live. He didn't feel anything, not quite yet. Waking up from stasis had left him confused and disoriented, having no clear purpose or drive to base any action on. The signal from the command console was still emitting, buzzing annoyingly across a broader range of frequencies. (Open.)