Have another Splatoon crossover. I figured I'd go ahead and write the first Splatoon/Warframe crossover before anyone else did. Let me know what you think.

A slew of particles congregated in the white space, colliding and fusing as the power of a Void Key transported a lone Tenno into the Tower. The otherworldly glare from the walls was blocked by the Tenno's dark colour choices, an enormous shotgun hanging in the grasp of its right hand while the other was stretched forward, the remaining matter of the Void Key it used shining and vanishing. The light faded, and it- he- moved, stretching straight upward and doing a few lunges before his powerful legs spurred him into motion, the chain links hanging from his horns clinking quietly against the armour. He ran forward, a maroon blur gliding across the Orokin structure. His helmet darkened the view slightly, protecting his eyes from the glare exuded by the walls of the building. The first thing he did was touch one of the inactive Death Orbs sat nearby, a pulse of energy filling his meter a good distance. He ran into the next room, touching another orb to put himself close to full energy before setting off at a run towards the markers on his map He slowed, coming to a complete stop as the Lotus spoke to him.

"Tenno, you are here on a Sabotage mission. However, our target is not a Void Portal. This time, we strike at the Neural Sentry. I cannot pinpoint its location. Find any data you can in the Tower's systems."

Not saying a word, the Loki Prime set off running again, picking his way through the Tower as he located the first of three markers on his map, and frowned. The vulnerable console was out in the open- no lasers, no sensors, it just sat there by a waterway running the length of the room. It was accompanied by two guards, but two shots from a specifically modded ornate pistol silenced them. He moved towards the console, his fingers flying across the various keys and buttons, the technology feeding the information straight into his brain as there were no screens in the Void. He only found the faintest hints, a few bytes that may hint at the location of the sentry. Backing away, the Loki ran towards the next marker, encountering no Corrupted on the way.

This is odd.

Upon arriving at the next console that sat in a large, circular room, he saw that it didn't even have any guards. Accessing the system once again, he found the same signature, a select few bytes feeling slightly different to the rest. Finishing up, he relayed the second set of information to the Lotus and set off to find the final console. As he was crossing the Tower, a collection of cubes appeared in his view, their surfaces cracked and glowing blue.

"Operator, my scans have picked up explosive decompression in several areas of the Tower. I have doubts on the structural integrity of this place."

"Where, Ordis?"

"The entirety of a level five below yours, and partial decompression in two layers five and seven above yours. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that those areas -ARE DEATH TRAPS- are bathed in Void radiation and will certainly cause extensive damage."

"Thank you Ordis, but I don't think we'll be going that high. I've found the last console."

True to his word, the Tenno approached the last one. The doors to the room opened, and he immediately took aim when he saw that the room was dark- the walls were a lifeless grey, no Death Orbs spun. The room was dead.

"Lotus, the panel's out of power."

His guide was silent for a moment before she spoke again, her speech accompanied by a faint whine from his shields.

"I've primed your shields. The system should run off them now."

He approached, blue lightning arcing between his hand and the console as he went to touch it. The lights on the Orokin computer came on, and he began typing, keeping a careful eye on the amount of shields he had left. As he finished data-mining, he sent the collected information to the Lotus and backed away while his shields recharged, taking the time to look around the room.

Aside from the walls being dark, nothing appeared to be wrong. The gold trim was not corroded, there were no cracks or visible damage on any surface, and the water in the tubes was still clear. The power had only recently gone out if that was the case. Making sure there were at least two Death Orbs in the room, he placed a hand on the wall and expelled his energy into it, a white glow spreading from his touch and filling the room. The glow continued to grow when he moved his hand away, and he touched the two orbs to recover. The turbines driving the water switched on, their racket filling the room.

"Tenno, I have located the Sentry. Seek and destroy."

An objective marker appeared on his map, and he began to run again, quickly picking up speed, his cape billowing behind him. Once again, he crossed the tower, going up a level and following the marker into a small atrium. He knew by the door that it was the right place- rather than the simple sliding doors, this door was circular. Upon touching it, it sapped most of his energy and rotated, the several plates making up the door sliding apart and permitting him access. He stepped into an enormous, spherical room. He was stood on a catwalk that extended to a central platform below a sphere that was suspended in the middle of the room by six struts. The sphere itself had three rings separating it into eight sections. A single eye sat on the rings, staring at him as he approached. It followed his movements exactly. Blue sparks leaked from the casing.

"Lotus, should it be sparking?"

"I don't know. I've never seen a Neural Sentry before. I shall assume it is not supposed to be sparking. Destroy it, Tenno."

As the Loki approached, the eye shifted from blue to red, laser plates emerging from the walls and converging on his position. The hologram fell, the true Loki already plugging away at the Sentry with his Hek, the atrocious noise it made reverberating around the room. A metallic screech pierced the air as he broke the casing and set an explosive next to the fracture, leaping away and detonating it. The Sentry's eye rails fell slack, rotating down to the lowest point while sirens began to blare.

"The Sentry looks unstable. Get out of there. Now."

Rolling his eyes, the Loki took off running, following the green marker on his map, frowning when he realised where it was.

"Ordis, isn't that area decompressed?"

"Partially, Operator. I predict that at the current rate, you have two minutes to get here before the intensity of the radiation becomes too much and I am forced to move."

On his run to extraction, the Loki noticed some Corrupted Crewmen up ahead, all shuddering and clutching their heads. He took a visual recording before running again, reaching the extraction floor and stumbling when the force of the air leaving the elevator dragged him forward. His shields were now depleting, and rather rapidly at that. He saw the Liset appear at a hole on the wall, and the Loki practically leapt into the rotating cylinder.

"You have gathered valuable information on how the Void Towers operate. Well done, Tenno."

The Liset pulled away, the Loki making his way to the cockpit. It was sparsely decorated, a colour scheme of red, white and grey broken up by the occasional Noggle.

"Ordis, shall we watch the fireworks?"

"EXPLOSIONS ARE SO- certainly, Operator."

The Liset slowed, rotating around to face the sundered Tower. Already, pale explosions were shattering the hull, and a final burst of sparks heralded the explosion of the Sentry; the Tower ruptured like wet paper, the walls and surfaces bending as the Void corroded the now-exposed materials. A few pieces of shrapnel bounced off the Liset's shields, the shields absorbing all damage.

"Your shields held up out there, Operator. You have not been irradiated."

"Very good."

He headed down into the Orbiter when they arrived, bringing up a large hammer and removing the colours from it.

"Now then... How do we make you pretty?" He mused to himself.

"BATHE IT IN THE BLOOD OF- what about a few shades of red, Operator?"

The Loki smiled at Ordis' glitch. It was strange, and it had ruined several dramatic moments, but he appreciated the Cephalon's endless devotion. Taking the advice, he began to colour the Jat Kittag, his head shooting up when he heard Ordis speak again.

"Operator, we appear to have a- WHAT THE FuuuUuuuUuuu-"

The interface cut off suddenly, and the Loki looked out of the cockpit window. An enormous beam of energy had emerged from the ruins of the Tower, ending rather suddenly before them. The Primed Loki narrowed his eyes, covering them as a blinding flash filled the screaming space that was the Void. The effect was instantaneous- the Orbiter began to shake, and Ordis gasped.

"A planet? THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE- Operator, we have an emergency. We are stuck in the gravity well and the blast took out our engines!"

"Restart them, quickly!"

"It's no use! At this altitude we won't have time to recover the Liset and the Orbiter! I-" he glitched again. "Prepare for crash-landing!"

Wasting no time and ignoring the intensifying scream of rushing air outside, the Tenno made his way to the deployment tube, ensuring he had all three weapons and a supply pack before settling in the tube, armoured plates encompassing it and the entire unit being jettisoned, shields protecting him from the heat of re-entry. As he fell through the sky, he watched the Liset fly out over a forest, the craft cutting an scar into the earth. He turned his attention away, towards the rapidly approaching ground, the enormous explosion as all of the energy was released claiming his consciousness.

-Inkopolis-

"You take care now, alright, Naka?"

"Yes, Miss Mira!"

"Ah! That's Missus Mira, as it has been for… oh I don't know, a decade?"

The smaller Octoling girl giggled before Mira turned away to the two Inklings stood in the lobby of Shast's Shelter.

"Now, you've signed all the papers. I'm sure I don't need to explain them, do I?"

"Not at all." The male said.

"And you have the emergency contact?"

The female flashed a piece of paper with a string if numbers written across it.

"Very good! Now you take good care of Naka, you hear me? She's the last one here."

"Of course."

"Well. Everything is in order..." She turned to Naka and kneeled down, placing both hands on her shoulders. "You behave yourself now, okay? Don't let all this time you've spent here to to waste."

"Yes, Missus Mira."

Mira stood up and to the side. Behind her, Raaz lifted a small backpack onto the child's back.

"Here's your stuff. Take care now."

"Yes, Mister Raaz."

The pair waved as the girl left the shelter with her new family. Once the door closed, Mira and Raaz shot an excited grin to each other and scrambled for the ledger, opening it to the final page. While each page contained twenty rows of names, the final page had three, two of which were highlighted.

"Let's take it up to Shast."

Taking the heavy book in her arms, Mira climbed the stairs, heading to the top floor and walking to the end of the corridor, Raaz following close behind. Calming her nerves, Mira knocked on the door.

"What? Who's there?" A voice wheezed from the room behind.

"It's Mira."

"Mira?" Footsteps approached, the door opening. Shast's wrinkled face looked out from the dark room, his silver eyes blinking in the light. His previously flame-red hair had faded to grey, and while the aura of power was still there, he limped slightly on his left leg. He frowned when he saw the book. "Am I missing something?"

"Turn to the last page."

The old man picked up the book like it was nothing, taking it into his room and carefully placing on the desk. It was a lavish room, an organised desk contrasting with the many items scattered around the room. A pair of thick curtains blocked out the moonlight. Mira and Raaz filtered in behind him, watching as he flicked through the book, scanning the pages full of highlighted names. When he came to the back page, he stopped, dragging a finger along the highlighted name there.

"Just one left, eh? A child of the sanctuary no less. Poor Naka."

"That's the thing, Shast." He turned to her, and she held the highlighter out to him. He looked at it, to her, and to the book, realisation dawning on him.

"You're serious? She- Naka, she's been..." Mira grinned and nodded, and Shast's jaw dropped. "I never dreamed we'd be able to do this for so long... Ten years, an entire decade. This is... I have no words."

He took the highlighter in his right hand, visibly shaking as he put it to the paper. He steadied himself with his left, moved about a millimetre before stopping.

"Mira, Raaz. Come here. Don't you dare leave an old man to do this by himself. You've been here too, even if one of you has no age to show for it."

The pair approached, each placing a hand on Shast's, dragging the highlighter over the final name. He placed the highlighter down, visibly shaking as he blew the ink dry before closing the book.

"To think such as simple object could bring joy to so many..."

He kissed the leather cover, a tear dropping from his eye as the most heartfelt operation of his life came to a close. He tied a thick ribbon around the book, holding it shut as her uncovered a machine in the corner of the room, taking a large glass jar and placing it on a platform and placing the book on a stand inside before switching on the machine, the air being dragged from the jar. He lifted it off, carrying it out of his room.

"Raaz, bring me a trophy stand. And DON'T..." He shouted as Raaz walked towards the wall. "Go through the walls. Use the damn doors."

Raaz ran off as Shast made his way downstairs, Raaz soon joining him and Mira with the trophy stand. Shast handed Mira the jar whilst he positioned the stand in the lobby, the three of them placing the jar in unison at Shast's request. He stepped back, unable to hold back the emotion he felt. He kneeled and wept with joy, Mira taking him into a comforting embrace.

"I never believed it... That there was a chance we'd succeed in rehoming all of the displaced..."

"Hey, look at the bright side. You have your house back."

"It'll never feel the same, not without the children..."

"Hey. Hey!" Mira shook Shast. "Where's the real Shast gone? The one that would immediately go hunting for a new adventure with barely a second's rest? Where is he?"

"Oh, I don't know. He's in here somewhere. It'll take something pretty big to bring him out, though."

"Erm..." Raaz started. "Is that big enough for you?"

The afflicted Inkling was pointing out of the window, and Shast frowned at the light pouring in. He stood up and flung open the door, shielding his eyes against the bright light of something burning up in the atmosphere. He watched the object separate, a smaller piece falling towards the ground faster than the rest of the object, like it had been fired off. Both crashed to the ground. He staggered, struggling to maintain his balance as the explosion hit, the ground shaking beneath his feet. He straightened up, frowning and nodding.

"Yes, I believe that will be big enough." He rubbed his hands together deviously and turned to Mira. "You got your wish, he's out now. And he's going to find out what the hell that thing was."

Far away, in the mountains where the howling wind and snow drove away those who would try to pass, many sets of hidden ears listened as something burned through the sky, instinctively ducking when the shockwave of impact hit them, shaking the very mountain with the force. Inside the mountain, in the room that one particularly nasty Octoling had called her throne room, a different Octoling picked up a phone. He was aged, but by no means old and weak. He was still toned, the strength in his body visible in the form of muscle. His gunmetal tentacles were tied back, kept short and above his neck. He wore armour with no arms but plenty of pockets. A pair of bracers covered each arm. He lifted the phone to his ear, a quick tone playing before the line opened.

"This is Vulture. Something fell from the sky and landed in the forest."

"And?" A series of tones and beeps came through from the other end, the Octoling quickly translating them. "Your point?"

"Permission to investigate, sir?"

"Granted. Pick up the pace. I'm tired of this globe."

Vulture placed the phone down, steepled his fingers and leaned back, picking up another phone.

"Report, scavengers."

He was met with a chorus of "Sir!", and he quickly gave out orders.

"I want you at that landing site. I will be joining you. Take weapons with you. I'll get Aegis to rearrange the defences while we're gone."

"Sir!"

Vulture put the phone down, checking the two bracers and greaves covering each arm and leg before standing up, disturbing the dust that always settled in the office despite many cleans. Jumping into a shaft, Vulture fell to the foot of the mountain, landing in a pool of ink and swimming forward emerging from a secret entrance into the cold night air, startling the Octoling guarding that particular area. She saluted.

"At ease. As you were." Vulture said as he passed, circling round to the front of the mountain and addressing the ground of four Octolings that were waiting there.

"There was a meteorite that hit the ground, no doubt you all heard it. We're going to loot it for all the precious metal inside. Got it? Don't leave anything for those Inkling thieves to take."

The squad saluted before following Vulture into the woods. In the distance, an orange glow lit the forest as the crashed object burned. As the Octolings approached, the heat built, forcing them to raise arms to shield their exposed flesh. One scavenger sprayed himself with ink, the liquid slowly evaporating. Others took their example, covering themselves for protection. Vulture did not. He strode forward like the heat didn't affect him at all, emerging at the edge of a crater. At the centre sat a metal tube, buried in the earth it carved out. He gestured, and the squad began spraying the area, quenching fires and cooling the crater to a point where he could walk on the scorched earth without getting burned.

"What is this? This is no meteor…"

Vulture descended, placing both hands against the tube and pushing, the object slowly falling over as he pushed, the rest of it rising out of the ground. As it settled again, a burst of steam drove Vulture away, the rest of the Octolings taking aim as the tube opened.