The Grineer captain calls his men to halt - he smells the distinctive stench of Infested spores in the air. But where from? This sector was supposed to be secure. His unasked question is answered when a Warframe clambers from a ceiling vent, all tangled muscle and noxious miasma. His men open fire, but bullets do nothing in the face of a wave of fleshy tendrils that explode from the Warframe, surging forward and engulfing the Grineer squad. The tendrils bind the Grineer, drawing them together, crushing bones and armour and smothering them in a mass of shifting grey flesh. Nidus straightens up, drawing sustenance from the tumourous pile. It grows stronger from their infection, and stalks off to infect some more. Nidus' tea is a potion of sickly-sweet decay - toffee apples, tangy spices and damp earthy puerh. Spread the plague, Tenno. Revel in the rot.