EmissaryOne

10 > NoraNight

Dreamers, you know 'bout the Infestation, right? Spreads like a month-old salad with genocidal intent. Swallows everything it touches… makin' monsters from meat or metal or both.

20 > NoraNight

Well, these days it's mostly contained. Spores as old as stone. Derelicts drifting in forgotten orbits…

30 > NoraNight

So it was with old Kenga. Somehow exposed and promptly cast out. Woke up on a blessed cage-drop down to Eris.

40 > NoraNight

But should some sad soul catch the grey-vein, well… every culture has its plague dogma.

50 > NoraNight

But maybe there's something more to this 'Infestation'… something we all missed. Turns out... Kenga didn't find Void in that hell-nest, no. He found…  a survivor!

60 > NoraNight

Little boy. Arlo. Died three years ago, yet there he was. Lost his voice but gained his life… and somehow… saved old Kenga with the slightest. Touch. Of his slender hand.

EmissaryTwo

70 > NoraNight

My mother was a cynical woman. Smart as she was cruel. Nora, she said, no disease spreads faster or further than the ones in our head. She was talkin' about ideas.

80 > NoraNight

Mine was that old Kenga and his wonder boy would've been splayed out in some bio-trader's lab by now. Or blood-studies for the Grineer Command. Dreamers, I was wrong.

90 > NoraNight

Kenga's grey-vein was just the beginning. White lung, parasitic liver, clone rot… even bone spurs… Turns out this kid, Arlo, is a healer.

100 > NoraNight

So many questions… an idea like that is like a flare dropped in vol-gas. Now the sick and curious are flocking the Rails to see this 'Emissary of Eris'. And who speaks for Arlo the mute? Why old Kenga, of course. No more the outcast, it is he who is spreading the word of Arlo's gift. Even you, Dreamers, may soon hear it.

EmissaryThree

110 > NoraNight

Whether you're 'bad news first' or 'bad news last' tonight I got you covered cos bad news is all we got.

120 > NoraNight

This Emissary's word is spreading fast. A hot fever. Some are going to extremes to prove their devotion. Trying the spores for themselves.

130 > NoraNight

And they're finding it too. Some lunatic spikers jacked the Solar-Nav and flagged the Derelict zones for all to see. Old haulers and new hopefuls out there are proving just how smart most people aren't.

140 > NoraNight

Yet Kenga's ranks are growing. Arming themselves - for the safety and security of our Emissary. Setting the stage for a great assembly to come. Buzz is... buzz is... Arlo will break his silence.

150 > NoraNight

'Til then, Dreamers, check under the bed. A fresh brood is sprouting up along the Rails. And it seems they have the scent of those blessed by the Emissary's touch…

EmissaryFour

160 > NoraNight

Y'all did see this coming, right, Dreamers? Surely did… but not like this…

170 > NoraNight

A grand gathering before the Emissary and his speaker. Standing room only. Bodies pressed to bodies, a great, overheated mass breathing as one. Waiting for their beloved healer-mute to speak.

180 > NoraNight

Kenga hushed the crowd. He shed his mask and… there he was. Laughing at them. Sick as the day he was banished. More. His retribution was at hand, borne of a virus spreading further and faster than spore and space ever could have. Arlo.

190 > NoraNight

And in that stunned silence, Arlo himself made a sound! Not a word, but a stifled gag. A swollen choke, as he opened his mouth. And there it was. Pointed, black, a tongue… but not… snaking and bulging and splitting him apart…

200 > NoraNight

I looked away then, I had to. But that sound stays with me. Not the sound of human terror, bad as it was, but what came after… The grinding wet, the rattling flutter… the congregation converted in the truest sense.

210 > NoraNight

I… Dreamers… you all got your work cut out for you. Though this 'movement' has lost its head, the body still lingers…

EmissaryFive

220 > NoraNight

It's a bad cycle, Dreamers. Arlo's devoted had a party, and you're on cleanup detail. Derelicts are threatening every settlement from Mercury to Eris, and my sources say you're uniquely qualified to contain them.

230 > NoraNight

Meanwhile, I've been thinking. Not about Kenga, but about what he actually found down there. Arlo, whatever he was. Some kind of lure? An evolution to bait us in? Is there more to this Infestation than fangs and acid?

240 > NoraNight

I know what my mother would say. The people saw what they wanted, heard what they hoped… and human nature did the rest.

250 > NoraNight

Still. I'm hearing rumors. The mass on Eris is in turmoil and nobody, but nobody wants to check it out. It's seething. And if it's not thinking about this whole ordeal, baby, it's feeling it.

260 > NoraNight

This is Nora Night, saying for now… Dreamers… so long and hold on! And listen… Should you ever happen upon some vacant-eyed little kid someday… whatever you do, don't take 'em home.

RadBroadAmbSeaTwo

860 > NoraNight

For all the universe's complexity, there is only one plot: Things Are Not What They Seem.

870 > NoraNight

Anyone else pickin' up weird signal-shapes floatin' in the clouds just off Gas City? Nora's keen to hear from any listeners with info.

880 > NoraNight

Seems like every last Corpus who signed on to Alad V's project in the clouds have yet to be heard from. That's what I call a cast-iron non-disclosure agreement.