<div class="floatright">(https://n8k6e2y6.ssl.hwcdn.net/sites/default/files/styles/large/public/field/image/Website_Warframe_PrimeAccessVolt_Ending_AS_002_640x300.jpg?itok=LyhMskZb)</div><strong>Name:</strong>W.A.R<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Execution<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Within a Trance, Meditating<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Warframe - Volt<br/><hr/><br/>This Tenno had been caught during a mission and thus now was waiting to be executed. Knelt within the cage with the shackles upon his wrists he simply had remained this way for the several days of captivity. He was within a trance of meditation simply wishing to find peace in the afterlife. Whatever that meant for someone capable of traveling past the stars and the void itself was another thing entirely. However he was not unaware of his surroundings and the plights of others as he paid careful attention to whatever they had to say and what they might say to him or of him. His concerns rested with those they might take advantage of or demean whilst imprisoned.<br/><br/>Very few words were ever going to pass from behind that helmet of his and his body continued to remain still. Furthermore he had paid attention to whatever stories might have been divulged or talked over during this time. However he would not speak in turn, save for if it was absolutely required of him. About where he might come from or how he had come to be in this situation. They didn't have the whole story of course as the Tenno maintained his near-mute demeanor all this time. Honestly he was surprised he wasn't sold to Alad V for the Zanuka project so he should count his blessings in a sense. Perhaps they didn't know of such an obscured world or it simply meant that they weren't part of the Dynasty.<br/><br/>It no longer mattered of course.<br/><br/>All of them now were in the same situation and he would only wait for the end to come. Fortunately the lack of food or water given was not capable of bringing him down nor weakening him so he made sure to give that to any prisoner that might be more famished than himself. What he was waiting on was for one of these three to try something more… bold on the female prisoners. Furthermore from within there was no sounds nor voices to give comfort nor seek him out. This was the morning of their deaths and as it came the vagabonds leader continued to speak up and bark orders. This was their final hour of life. He doubted they would be let out of the cells until the very end of their trek where obviously more would be stationed.<br/><br/>So be it. He would maintain his silence until death.