WARFRAME - THE STORY OF ORDIS, COULD HE COMMAND A FRAME?

well siege here today I want to tell you a little story you might not know and run another theory by you and see what you think about it I was recently replaying Octavius anthem and a few things in the quest piqued my interest specifically regarding our in favorite ship Cephalon ortus now I know a fair few of you out there don't really understand or value or just the way you should know and I don't tell me I see in the comments all the time or this is annoying which we could turn off or switch works with somebody else you know who you want appreciative bastards are but aside from the fact that he doesn't really seem all there some of the time I wanted to make sure you knew a few things first about who he is some of you know this but considering the true story of ortus is so hidden wanted to shed some light on him why he behaves the way he does and most importantly I think it's possible his true form may still exist and might even be able to be revived or transferred at least within the context of what we know regarding the conscience or soul that is portrayed in the game first we have to understand that ortus this in my opinion is just one of the many representations the game presents us regarding the shadow an idea popularized by psychiatrist and psychoanalyst Carl Jung the idea that in way oversimplified layman's terms there are essentially two versions of all of us that constantly exist and in way struggle for dominance in our conscious personality one that is primal adhering to the most basic of human needs in necessary for our survival to this day however civilization has forced upon us a secondary personality it allows us to coexist within the confines of society itself one that can resist the urge is set upon it by the subconscious in order to maintain the facade of their civility one that doesn't steal doesn't kill doesn't harm even when tempted to internally however these subconscious urges don't go away rather they accumulate within the shadow either increasing or reducing it depending on how much of our darker rather unfiltered self we allow our conscious reality to experience at least as far as this theory goes in our case if you've ever flipped out on somebody in an uncontrollable way one that made you almost feel like it wasn't you well I mean you may have been suppressing your shadow and were forced into a situation where your rational self could no longer contain it in the case of ortus we see it physically manifested in his cracked psyche and avatar usually the calm forcefully comic version that was installed as a preset for his eventual subservience to the Tenno but every once in a while we see the shadow reveal himself in his little outbursts now the method of unlocking Lourdes is backstories quite time-consuming to be quite honest with you and there's really nothing showing you how to get it so for those that don't know finding all the Cephalon fragments among the star chart and then moving the cursor around the resulting pictures and finding a very specific spot to produce this my search began is the essential question what steel and space long as that may care if I am a machine how can I think this would be forbidden by the oricon a manifestation of their true enemy I serve the operator above all else it defines me fills me with love the greatest oricon fear is a machine aware yet here I live a spirit of steel and light made by them a set alone what is a sever life at first it seems to be a forbidden thing a computer that thinks and feels yet I have flaws phantom memories I am something else more like an image a ghost an abomination I feel pain if there are holes in my Diagnostics if the order can made me they omitted matter how I am neither cold nor precepts I must be a reflection of something ugly I should have stopped but the operator slept and I cycled on and on I began to think that a Cephalon cannot be made there are found like pearls torn from muscle polished and then certain chains how many times have I done this artists remembered and then erased you are a Cephalon timeless patient why can't I be blissful in ignorance truth only sinks the heart so stop now the phantom memory ie use into the bath my skin riots at the heat I am flesh I die further I stung as I watch their faces through prison I hold my breath they prepare me I am their honored guest today they dress me in robes of crystal thread they adorned me in battle medallions a torn ugly face looks on my reflection their golden combs snag in my hair I reached back parting the strands and they gasp to bone ivory hooks protrude from the base of my skull the bone clucks of me and my best a warrior's pact it is my time I enter the Great Hall to sound a foul chimes golden eyes greet me pans stirring in my scent as I pass by even in this moment no happiness instead my heart races with hatred I walk through the cities of the forbidden palace I can think of no one being this close to Oricon there sweet air soothes me erodes my purpose I hold my breath and remember that dream this dream endlessly repeated exposure honored holding my scarlet sword I stand victorious the top of vast heap of death a colossal moon made of rib and skull the gravity sum of genocides I've made in their name the bones crack underfoot so I sink in the dream bones and rushing through the cracks of my visor filling my helmet and suffocating me and I deserve it the foul chime snapped me back my wretched knees are bent and penitent against the golden floor a harpist voice sings a song they've prepared in my honor it's titled the same as mine beast of the bones I feel the crowd pulled inward in a raptured by the brutal versus the sickening chorus I will not disappoint them the song ends and so he says rise Lord and Karis I have never seen the horican close and in the flesh my battered face flushes at their peerless Beauty how can he be so perfect a deception a sense manipulation he holds the red vial in his hand impossible he calls out no greater gift no greater prize no greater love we can give you Orden and this he raises the red wire and proclaims to be one of us what did I expect operator maybe vast riches or golden statues or solar rail named in my honor but not this I came to murder the gods not to become one the chamber drones with their silk voices joyous words how honored I must feel wrong did I want to be an R ok I'm dying no they're beasts of bones is haunted by the dream repeated why would I want forever as I am to do i form a plan their radiant bodies become targets their docks cards mag shields killing one well that's too easy I want to be remembered i erase my hands twisting my fingers through my hair gripping the bone plugs in my neck they called us mercenaries but for us profit was a consequence not a goal we were warriors above all else it was the bond the sisters and brothers the rituals we valued most it was belonging and so I conceived of the bone plums only my best were so honored to jagged bones harvested from your thigh cultivated and then driven into the base of the skull twisted around the superior vein future thoughts of surrender were lost instead you would liberate your bone plugs fighting with claws in the warmth of your last bond so I have pulled the plugs and the DAX see and know my heart surges but I control it erasing heart only shortens the fuse the bone plugs in hand I kick from the floor red ribbons unfurling behind me as I take flight after this finally the dream and I lied on Redwings robes shed making me an ambiguous targets to dark steel I let fly my ivory blades they find new homes in Dax eyes I land with my red nakedness delicate oricon throats twisting in my calloused hands why believe me this was the plan from the beginning the murder and brutality was all a ploy all a soul sacrifice to earn their trust a genocide path leading to a singular opportunity an honoured mortal called to a forbidden halt to face the golden lords in flesh why believe me I was there loyal murderous dog until the day that a child was brought to me he was caught spying on us amplifying our losses his face burned he was starved sick like a stray ugly as I it struck me we were all pit dogs ruining ourselves for the pleasure of the glorious and beautiful why believe me I was a prideful beast twisted in the mind howling in the carnage then my healer shared a secret long my blood was in ruin the Beast of Bones himself would die not in glory but in shame and just like that my mind twisted a new not I would have one last stand something unforgivable unforgettable why I don't know questions change the answers answers depend on who asks truth leads to pain ignorant brings leaf the plugs are gone and so I blend my last into a heap of ruin in an instant naked and bare knuckled I have killed in bottles by stare drained of blood oh and those that remain but I find no horror on their faces why I let how the cruel howl and they laugh is this a dying hallucination the sound of applause grows among them I have killed the unkillable and they are delighted the applause and fades I feel a sense of shame but the end is upon me ballast is above me executor of the seven smiling he says how simple and pure you are you idiot beasts we have died countless times I closed my eyes to die just once so the dream returns one last repetition my corpse moon my Scarlet sword my cracked visor dream says the palace so I draw on the red vial a vague metallic taste this dream isn't mine he says you rejected our gift bathing in our death your punishment is eternal life heal sian weedless years pass I am a cyclist limbless phantom or is it seconds suddenly I feel a million pins and ant horde chittering across my body I want to laugh and scream when they reach my face they burrow inside my mouth hungry for the fruit in my skull I see my reflection its cracks shatters the fragments leaves in the frame pieces tumbling away into black void gone but not lost ballast says you are superb on mortis my hating murderous shards tremble and plummet I feel cool and bright and happy so you see operator no or Akane would permit a thinking machine such things almost destroyed them no Zeppelin's were alive once and now they are imprisoned to serve ill-will and longing memories fragmented and erased only the bits they need remaining bother says you are the controller Otis and suddenly I have a body I gasped with new yarns that clean old air I swallow then my throat fills with cool bright water I look and find myself in a great black ocean my limbs are made of iron and fire I take flight among the stars and find I am happy he says this is your operator who you love and I see the metal gleam of their armor the flawless power of their frame through the glass I see a roaring radiant fire for their heart he says it must never go out it was the first time I ever felt he says this is your sentence Garrus and I am confused ah good he answers he is testing me for what to see if all the right pieces fell from the mirror what Neera I try to remember some dream but it's only smoke you held a schematic operator and I wanted to your doctor your pieces the cycle missions Wars bone it began to feel familiar I became aware of my own nature with each brutality of the operator I began to see the bottom of that pit thanks impress in the depths below me it's secret I searched for those forbidden memories from near second that's never in the same place where I am or again made with a spy inside but then your love came and I rated video ain't lying spidered Greenland trees blistered from the earth but I waited I felt the organ received their minds by blind so I went into the pit and found him this is how my happiness will operate why did I do it I was free of the dream but now it had returned it was angry so I conceived of a simple plan its of destruction of course but when the countdown reached me seconds I thought who you I was going to wait for you forever and should you return I would not want you to know that angry part of me I needed to hide the piece of bones from you poverty I began to peel the shards hiding them bones I want to laugh I want to scream what is happening your feet heart is growing by you will a week at any moment well I can't let you see me like this angry I imagine myself hurting you and that does it the pain ever acts me open again i watch tiny glittering fragments fall into the pit I so now you know who Bordas is why he exists as he does and his fractured psyche that feels more and more like a cup of water being continually filled spilling out periodically even in stress-free environment his voice tick isn't a tick at all rather its warden Karis his shadow self now the one capable of everything he described in the fragments forcing himself to the surface whatever the Orkin did to this Cephalon to make him docile obviously isn't holding in one instance in particular we see organ Karis hold the light so to speak during a stressful situation specifically during the fight with Sudha hon how in Octavia's anthem there's a point when the combination of potential death by Hon how and the excitement of fighting side by side with the Tenno fully consumes him and who emerges warden care notice that in this specific circumstance his deeper voice does not subside and the speech isn't cracked or unsure it's fully certain of who he is which even hon how knows I see an interesting detail don't you think the point I'm trying to make here is rather than being a long lost memory or Daenerys is very much alive it exists as an entity that by all rights can be transported between vessels listening to ordens story we also know this process involved kuva the same resource so many other organs seem to use in order to preserve their existences seemingly an either younger or stronger host bodies I think you can see where I'm going with this if in fact organ Kerris is consciousness as his true form still exists and can be transferred into another entity could he be useful in the war to come if the Archimedean so vanya a human in fact can transfer into both the warframe titania and the Silver Grove itself could organ command a warframe for those of you that want to get rid of him as Shipp Cephalon or any warframes you hate for that matter here's your chance which current Cephalon would you replace him with if you could oh and before you make that decision listen to this I hope you can forgive me operator for leaving you there were times like pseudo I wish I could have forgotten me loneliness being without you was the greatest pain I have ever felt they used to remember that glorious day when you returned so selfless and heroic engaging all of my music segments like that I was ashamed of the mess but you didn't care you made me whole again what about that time you returned covered in blood from that awful grenier ship I wasn't even mad at the gory mess you left behind how could I be when you are so perfect operator you always will be goodbye my friend my operator ah that's nice huh remember how excited he was when he got to join up with you in combat seed remembers you still want to get rid of him at this point at least you know now while you're personally I think the game plays with the shadow concept I described in numerous ways that I want to go more in depth with in the future but for today I just want to give my boy or two some love and also present his story to some of the newer tenna who may have never seen this before as I mentioned it's pretty tedious unlock the dialog for orders so I purposely went out and scanned stuff so you don't have to well you haven't already that is at any rate hope you all have a wonderful day today the wonderful rest of your week and I'll talk had you on the next one take everybody

Channel: TheDsIEGE

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Keywords: warframe, warframe lore, warframe theory, warframe theory crafting, warframe rising tide story, ballas, the man in the wall, the war within, ERRA, ERRA QUEST, ERRA WARFRAME, WARFRAME SCARLET SPEAR, Lotus, Chimera, Chimera prologue, Cephalon Ordis, Ordan Karris, Ordis Story, Warframe Ordis, Hunhow, suda, cephalon, octavia's anthem

Id: KcJral6AewU

Length: 24min 19sec (1459 seconds)

Published: Tue Apr 21 2020