Warframe Voidwalker : Multiverse Journey

"Wow, there are quite a lot of people here."

Indeed, many prisoners were being held inside the aircraft.

Each had an ability suppressor collar around their neck. They sat in cages with vacant expressions and dull eyes, waiting for whatever trials awaited them.

When Marcus's voice rang out, they all peered through the bars at the strange figure—a skeleton covered in an eerie glow.

The sudden appearance of a talking skeleton stunned everyone. They hadn't expected a being without flesh or blood could speak.

Under their bewildered gazes, Marcus walked deeper into the aircraft. There were no human guards—everything was automated.

After passing many cages, Marcus finally reached the cockpit. It too was AI-controlled, programmed to transport the craft along a fixed route toward what appeared to be a mutant concentration camp.

It seemed his destruction of the Sentinel robots had triggered security protocols. The moment he entered the cockpit, a rapidly spinning object hurtled toward him.

"What kind of junk is this?"

With a flash of blue light, Marcus sliced through the spinning object. When it clattered to the floor, he realized it was actually a Sentinel robot's arm.

"Huh, there's another one in here."

As he spoke, a beam of light shot from his fingertips toward the attacking Sentinel.

Tsssk~

The void beam of denial instantly pierced the Sentinel's head. Marcus followed with a sword swing, then reached into the robot's abdomen and pulled hard.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the Sentinel collapsed to the ground as scrap metal. In Marcus's hand gleamed an energy reactor emitting a faint light.

"Energy core plus one!"

Marcus kicked the Sentinel's remains aside and approached the control console, hoping to find more Sentinels.

But when he reached the console, Marcus found himself embarrassed. He... had no idea how to operate this system.

After walking back out of the cockpit, Marcus looked at the people in the cages and called out loudly:

"Does anyone here know how to fly this thing?"

The prisoners fell silent at the skeleton's question. The strange being hadn't shown any particular friendliness since arriving, and they feared responding might get them killed.

"No one?"

Seeing no answer, Marcus shook his head in disappointment and turned to head back to the cockpit to figure it out himself.

"I... I can."

A voice suddenly came from one of the cages. Looking closer, Marcus saw a thin man with broken glasses cautiously raising his hand.

Seeing someone with piloting knowledge, Marcus laughed.

"Great! You can fly this thing and help me find more of these robots!"

As he spoke, he kicked the destroyed Sentinel out of the cockpit into view. When the prisoners saw the severed body and hollow abdomen of the Sentinel, they erupted in cheers.

Though Marcus hadn't been particularly friendly, he had destroyed the Sentinels and was hunting for more—which meant he was fighting against their oppressors.

The prisoners became alert and energized, no longer numb as before. They looked at Marcus with hope and began raising their hands and shouting:

"I used to be a pilot. I can help him!"

"I'm a mechanical engineer. I can repair this aircraft!"

The prisoners' enthusiasm spread like wildfire. Everyone wanted to help. Marcus welcomed all volunteers, swinging his energy blade to destroy the cages.

"I don't care about your personal motives. I only have one requirement: take me to find more Sentinel robots."

Marcus's voice echoed in the ears of all the prisoners. As he spoke, countless fragments gathered around his body, forming his broken armor.

"We understand!"

The prisoners responded in unison. They had guessed Marcus's intentions. With Sentinel robots everywhere, they were better off following this strange skeleton than venturing out alone to be recaptured or killed.

At least this bizarre being in broken armor had proven powerful enough to destroy the Sentinels.

Seeing their agreement, Marcus didn't hesitate. He moved through the crowd, slicing through their handcuffs and the ability inhibitors around their necks.

"This aircraft is now yours to command."

After their inhibitors were destroyed, many mutants instinctively activated their abilities but quickly regained control. The prisoners weren't just mutants—many were humans who had helped mutants or given birth to mutant children.

Almost all humans who might carry the X-gene had been captured by Sentinel robots and were being transported to concentration camps for research and extermination.

The ordinary humans among them eagerly stepped up to help.

Within minutes, the aircraft became well-organized. Many mutants positioned themselves at the exits, standing guard against potential Sentinel attacks.

Humans with relevant skills got busy throughout the aircraft, applying their knowledge where needed.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the clouds, an invisible plane was flying at high speed.

Inside, a bald old man sitting in a wheelchair suddenly opened his eyes, a glimmer of hope visible in them.

"Ororo, head north."

"North?"

Ororo sounded confused, but as a loyal follower of the Professor, she redirected the plane northward despite her questions.

"What did you find?"

As an old friend of over sixty years, Magneto—Erik—knew Charles wouldn't change course without reason. He must have detected something.

Charles, seated in a wheelchair enhanced with a brainwave amplifier, smiled faintly.

"A group of our people have broken free of their ability inhibitors and taken control of a transport ship. They're planning to attack Sentinel robots."

This was what he'd discovered using the brainwave amplifier—these people had apparently been rescued by a strange skeleton being and were now piloting a vessel to hunt Sentinels.

"Attack the Sentinels?"

Everyone on the plane gasped in alarm. They didn't know how their fellow mutants had broken free and seized control of a transport ship, but attacking Sentinels seemed like suicide.

"No, we must bring them back!" Erik's voice resonated with urgency.

These rebels could die, but they shouldn't die in vain. Rather than fighting Sentinels, they should join forces and complete the plan Charles had mentioned.

Back on the transport ship, Marcus stood at the bow after reverting from his armored form, gazing into the distance.

"Sir Skeleton, there's another transport ship approaching from ahead."

When Marcus had neutralized the Sentinel on their ship, the craft's automated system had contacted the nearest transport vessel requesting backup. This approaching ship was the response to that call.

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