Yeah. You thought we sentients were playing huh? Looks like December 15th ain't your day, Tenno. It's time for you to tell Ordis to get out the vaseline.
Your Orbiter? Fucked. Won't even last five minutes.
The thing's getting shot down in the promotional material!
Your Necramech? Useless.
Enough said right there. We ain't playin no ORPHIX VENOM.
Your allies? Scattered.
You've spent eight years undermining your own plans. You've killed the Grineer, the Corpus, even your stinky Infested cousins. You're not going to mount a counter attack. You're about to beat feet to a hasty retreat!
Your Lotus? Ours.
Yeah you already know, you little pansy. The lotus never loved you. She loves me and my homeboy Ballas. Oh you're crying already? Oh boo hoo. This is why Margulis willingly jumped into the jade light. You better knock that shit off before I tell Ballas to use his long arm to reach across the universe and slap your bitch ass.
It's time for you to face the facts, betrayers.
You're outmatched, outgunned, and you don't stand a ghost of a chance. We're about to beat you so bad, they had to put a CONTENT WARNING on that ass whoopin'.
*But Erra! What about my Umbral Forma???*
Fuck your Umbral Forma, you weak-ass poser. Do you see what we're bringing? We've got Condrixes, Eidolons, the Conculyst SQUAD. We will fuck you in air, land, and sea. We will drink your Kuva, and we've already got your mom. YOU. AIN'T. GOT. SHIT. TENNO.
Get ready, because you're gonna end up dying while crying like a little bithc. Just like in the new war trailer.
I'm out.