"Wake up!" came a harsh voice, as Yaruk felt a hand nudge his shoulder – his brown eyes snapping open wearily. Over him leaned his mother, an aging brown haired Earthling woman, fear and urgency in her eyes.

"What is it, Dala?" the young boy asked, using the formal greeting as he sat up, but before he could get to his feet, he more felt than heard something large streak far above their hut, still managing to rattle their old ferrite roofing.

Tossing him some clothing wraps, his mother hissed;

"To the shelter, now, and don't look back!"

Yaruk tucked tail and ran out into the byway between huts in his small, long-hidden Earth village just as more Grineer ships streaked over head, their tyrannical engines lighting up the night sky and treetops around him with a bright orange glow. All the villagers were scrambling for the underground shelter towards the northeast, some panicked, some whispering in hushed voices.

But, just as Yaruk watched a large Galleon coast overhead as he moved with his neighbors, screams erupted as their was a large whining sound from above them and then a crack, as a control unit spiked into the ground through a market stand. This hourglass shaped, green mechanical fiend anchored into the ground as panels on either side opened up and began spinning, coils alight with visibly arcing electricity.

In all directions the villagers began running, pell-mell, but those nearest the machine were caught in the Enforcer's discharge. Among those ensnared by this totally paralyzing blast of electricity, Yaruk caught quick glimpses of Teshala the fisherman's wife, Old Man Boko, and a handful of others who were all burnt severely and sent to their knees.

Then came the twisted, bulbous Grineer themselves, a dozen or more different soldiers of various different shapes, sizes and weaponry landed from another booming drop pod not dissimilar to the deployment device of the Enforcer machines'. Yaruk dived and rolled behind a particularly thick building foundation as he noticed one of them take aim.

Those nearest him weren't so lucky, he watched as dozens of those to his left were cut down by gunfire, blood pouring out of each body in excess. Those on his right were either diving for their lives or screaming as they headed even more vigorously towards the shelter, some even seemingly making it down the stairs and vanishing into the dark unknown. A red laser trailed up and across the ground, shimmering with the blades of grass, and found purchase in the back of a small child maybe the age of six with a sickening crack that echoed through the night.

Yaruk watched in horror as the snipers shot ripped the boy's right arm from him, he fell screaming and gushing blood. Some parental bellow of sorrow and pain came from the yonder woods, no doubt some poor soul having just witnessed the killing of their child. Just behind him, Yaruk heard a flurry of boots stomp through the dirt, some further back the way they all came, into the village, kicking in doors, shots piercing the pauses in between. Yet, closer to him, the Grineer moved up, occasionally shouting orders or comments between them. Yaruk, snapped from his terror, scrambled to his right as quiet as he could manage in his current state, into the woods and he crouched, slumped and hyperventilating behind a tree.

The Grineer cascaded over the remaining village like a horde of relentless and starving beasts, lighting fire to the huts, some of the trees, and slaughtering anything and anyone they discovered. Man, woman, child and pet alike were blasted, stabbed or beaten to death by the squad of Grineer that happily tore through the folk.

Peering through the woods and leaves, Yaruk sat and listened as his village was massacred; his mother, his neighbors, his lover, the elders. With each blood curdling scream, his fingernails dug deeper into his palms, and his heartbeat rhythmed like an ancient war drum in his ears.

Louder and louder his heartbeat grew, over the winds whistling through the trees, louder than quietly chirping birds in the distance, louder than the rushing river that bordered his now blood drenched village, louder even than the grotesque murderers that stalked his village; those pitiless Grineer bastards. Louder and louder until, Yaruk realized that the movingly rhythmic drumming was an actual drumming sound that boomed all around the area.

It was engines.

Something dark and gilded streaked overhead, spooking the Grineer visibly, Yaruk watched as the sniper raised her rifle to the sky, before lowering it in distinct frustration. In the distance above the treetops, Yaruk saw the dark claw shaped ship circle around and pause, before jetting up and high into the sky.

"Agrear grear," spoke one of the Grineer closest to Yaruk, as it shouldered its rifle, looking around.

Another passed him and nodded.

Almost half a second later, there came a woosh sound, and like the rolling out of a grand glowing carpet, giant five-leaved plants, which were illuminated a goldish white, spread out quickly along the ground where all the Grineer stood.

The effects were immediate, Yaruk watched the Grineer panic, pained.

"Kley'gre reger!" roared a tall one bearing a large weapon, scanning the trees.

"Ket klem!" Another one ordered, and it began firing off into the woods opposite where the young Earthling crouched, gunfire flashes lighting the area repeatedly.

If Yaruk had blinked, he would have missed a jet black form, lined with glistening gold, shoot twisting through the air out of the distant woods like a bullet towards a sniper at the far back. In some miraculous maneuver, it whipped a gigantic blade around off of its back mid-flight and it presumably used the weight of the blade to spin through two Grineer like some nightmarish tornado, slicing them both in half and showering the now ruined town with bright red.

The Warframe rolled, as two other Grineer succumbed to injuries from the radioactive grove that had sprung up not but a mere minute beforehand.

"Tenno skoom!" Yelled that same heavy gunner from before, as a third of her squad was decimated so quickly; she and the others loosed fire towards the twin horned devil that had just arrived.

Not perturbed, the Tenno twisted off into the air again into the trees adjacent from its entrance, bounding off of a tree trunk back and upwards, now hurtling tens of feet above the remaining Grineer within seconds. Truth be told, Yaruk was having a hard time keeping up, but watched in awe as the Warframe raised a hand while riding the momentum of its jump.

Below, all eight of the remaining Grineer were captured and raised by what only could be described as bright white orbs that radiated a blistering otherworldly heat.

And as Oberon Prime fell to his Earth, he slammed a powerful fist into the ground; with that singular movement - he shattered every single Grineer around him like a fragile doll.