Synthesis

Synthesis

Synthesis is a community-driven project organized by Cephalon Simaris, with the goal to populate the Sanctuary database with uncovered knowledge behind the WARFRAME universe.

Currently, community Synthesis has been deprecated, as no new Imprints have been added.

Mechanics

The goal of Synthesis is to analyze a selected Synthesis Target multiple times and fulfill the targeted amount stated in the Sanctuary, using proprietary tools such as the Synthesis Scanner and Kinetic Siphon Traps.

Community Synthesis

The primary mission of Cephalon Simaris, community Synthesis tasks all players with scanning a single designated Synthesis Target multiple times. Each successful Synthesis by a player contributes to the overall community progress, which accumulates as more players successfully complete Synthesis on the target.

The community progress of each Synthesis is tracked via a progress bar and a leaderboard. A personal progress bar out of 10 synthesis target scans is also shown to the player, which they must complete in order to attain access to the respective synthesis results. Once the community progress is completed, the Tenno will be rewarded with elaborated lore, which can be accessed in the Sanctuary. After completing one community Synthesis target, Cephalon Simaris will choose a new Synthesis Target, which may take several days before a new one is selected.

Previous Synthesis Targets that have not yet been fully scanned by the player can be selected as a personal target on the left console in the Sanctuary to complete the scan and unlock the corresponding lore entry for the player. There are seven imprints, and each can only be completed once.

The Synthesis project can be started by visiting the Sanctuary in any of the Tenno Relays, and then speaking to Cephalon Simaris about Synthesis, who will explain the process. The player will then be provided with a free starting set of Synthesis Scanners and Kinetic Siphon Traps once the conversation finishes.

Daily Synthesis Task

Players who have completed The New Strange and the Stolen Dreams quests can ask Cephalon Simaris for Daily Synthesis Tasks, which assigns the player to synthesize a personal Synthesis target a set number of times. This Synthesis Target is a specially marked unit similar to the community Synthesis Target, but is otherwise separate from the latter.

To activate the task, players must talk to Cephalon Simaris in the Sanctuary and use the prompt "Do you have any targets?", which will then display the designated target, and the rewards upon completion. Simaris will only provide the rewards once the designated Synthesis target has been scanned the required number of times (2-4), and the player returns to speak to Simaris with the prompt "I have completed the synthesis". Rewards for completing a Daily Synthesis Task include a random amount of Endo, and 2,500 Standing 2,500 per target scanned. Once completed, the next task will only be given after the daily reset. There is no time limit for task completion.

Instructions

Synthesis Scanner

Main article: Synthesis Scanner

If a community or daily Synthesis Target can be found on a mission, Cephalon Simaris will announce the presence of a Synthesis Target and ask the player to capture the target using the Synthesis Scanner, a special scanning device exclusive to Cephalon Simaris.

Scanning objects and enemies will grant the player Standing, where the amount of Standing awarded is scaled with the enemy level and will multiply further if a stealth scan is successfully performed. Successful synthesis of the Synthesis Target will also grant extra amounts of Standing and contribute to the Synthesis community progress in the Sanctuary.

Kinetic Siphon Traps

Main article: Kinetic Siphon Trap

Kinetic Siphon Traps can assist in Synthesis Scanning by temporarily suspending Synthesis Targets in stasis, ceasing their movements for a short period of time. They can be deployed by throwing near a Target and will automatically take effect. Each Kinetic Siphon Trap lasts four seconds.

Synthesis Targets

A trail to the Synthesis target visible using the Synthesis Scanner.

A Guardsman as a Synthesis Target, with visible blue outline.

Guardsman Synthesis Target viewed through Synthesis Scanner, showing scan points.

Synthesis Targets are primary targets to be analyzed for Synthesis, which are typically located on planets and nodes where the standard version of the specified unit type is normally found.

Synthesis Targets have four nodes around their body to be scanned. Once all four nodes are scanned, Synthesis is complete and the Target will vaporize, earning the squad several thousand Standing apiece. Tenno must be within 50m of the Synthesis Target at any point before completion (regardless of whether they equip a synthesis scanner) to receive Simaris standing and daily task completion, and must finish the mission afterward.

Targets are identified by a blue aura, with significantly increased health and take 75% less damage from all damage types. They are also much more alert, and will immediately go into a fully alert status as soon as one of their nodes is successfully scanned. Synthesis Targets of melee units will simply charge at the player as normal, while Synthesis Targets of ranged units will run around the tile set aimlessly. However, despite their high durability, it is still possible to kill a Synthesis Target; as the objective is to scan and not kill, Simaris will warn players if they manage to sufficiently injure one, and will angrily reprimand them if they succeed in killing it.

When entering a mission that contains a Synthesis Target, Simaris will announce its presence. They must then use their Synthesis Scanner and zoom in (RMB ), revealing a blue and orange spiraling shadow trail, with the orange end pointing to the direction of the target. If the Tenno raises the scanner anywhere within 50m radius of the synthesis target, Simaris will notify the player that they have found the target, which will then be marked with a unique waypoint. Tileset layouts, obstacles, or the sight of the target do not matter. As long as the Tenno raises the scanner within this absolute distance, Simaris can detect the target through walls from a different, unconnected tileset altogether.

Synthesis Targets are considered their own separate unit outside of the normal enemy count. On Exterminate missions, this means that the Synthesis Target is an extra enemy that is not revealed by the enemy counter or minimap threat locator, and thus must be found using the Synthesis Scanner.

Synthesis Targets tend to move a lot, which can make scanning their spots a difficult proposition. Using melee slam attacks to knock them down can be effective, as most Warframe powers have reduced or negated effects on them. Keep in mind that if the target uses their Riftwalk ability (listed below) or otherwise enters the Rift Plane, they cannot be scanned from the opposite plane; however,  Limbo can freeze them with his  Stasis, and then scan them while they are in the Rift. Note that if one uses Banish to displace the target, and then initiates Stasis, the target will exit the Rift Plane early, but Stasis will continue to affect them; thus, they will be frozen in the material plane.

Synthesis Targets are capable of deploying different special abilities, which unlock upon their first node being scanned. They can use these abilities to impede player attempts at scanning them, whether by dealing damage or enhancing their chances at evading the player. A Synthesis Target can only have one particular ability at a time, and the ability they receive will be random. Certain Synthesis Targets, namely those of the Infested faction, have been known to ignore their special abilities. Some known abilities are listed below:

Ability	Effect
Doppelgänger	The Synthesis Target will generate a decoy to confuse players. Only the original Synthesis Target is affected by Kinetic Siphon Traps however, and will still have any unscanned nodes visible through the Synthesis Scanner.
Invisibility	The Synthesis Target will periodically go invisible, removing its waypoint in the process. Targets are still affected by certain Warframe Abilities and Kinetic Siphon Traps while invisible.
Magnetic Trail	The Synthesis Target will continuously leave behind a trail of magnetic interference as it moves, dealing a  Magnetic proc to players who walk into it, albeit with a far greater level of screen distortion compared to a regular  Magnetic proc.
Riftwalk	The Synthesis Target will periodically phase into the Rift Plane, rendering it immune to all attacks and abilities (including the Synthesis Scanner) except Kinetic Siphon Traps. It requires further testing if Targets can be forced back into the physical plane via  Banish.
Sapping Orb	Like a Sapping Osprey, the Synthesis Target will periodically drop orbs that deal damage in an area of effect.
Shockwave Bomb	The Synthesis Target will periodically launch projectiles that release a shockwave pulse similar to those launched by Anti MOAs, knocking down players that come in contact with it.
Tar Trail	The Synthesis Target will continuously leave behind a trail of viscous tar (much like the tar from Tar-Mutalist MOAs) as it moves, slowing down and damaging any player that walks into it.
Teleportation	The Synthesis Target will periodically teleport short distances.

Possible Synthesis Targets

Ancient Disruptor Ancient Healer Anti MOA (imprint) Arid Eviscerator (imprint) Ballista Boiler Bombard Brood Mother Butcher Charger

Commander Corrupted Ancient Corrupted Bombard Corrupted Butcher Corrupted Crewman Corrupted Heavy Gunner Corrupted Lancer Corrupted Nullifier Crawler Crewman (imprint)

Drahk Master Elite Crewman Eviscerator Fusion MOA Guardsman (imprint) Heavy Gunner Hellion Lancer (imprint) Leaper MOA

Napalm Nullifier Crewman Runner (imprint) Scorch Scorpion Seeker Frontier Seeker Shield Lancer Swarm Mutalist MOA Trooper

Synthesis Target Location List

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Ancient Disrupter	Ancient Healer	Boiler	Brood Mother	Charger	Crawler
TIKAL（Earth Excavation） TERMINUS（Mercury Sabotage） ISOS（Eris Capture）	HEPIT（Void Capture）	CHOLISTAN（Europa Excavation） ISOS（Eris Capture） HOREND（Deimos Capture）	TIKAL（Earth Excavation） ISOS（Eris Capture）	TIKAL（Earth Excavation） M PRIME（Mercury Exterminate） ISOS（Eris Capture）	TIKAL（Earth Excavation） ARMAROS（Europa Exterminate） ISOS（Eris Capture）
Leaper	Swarm Mutalist MOA	Runner（imprint target）	Anti Moa（imprint target）	Crewman（imprint target）	Elite Crewman
TIKAL（Earth Excavation） ISOS（Eris Capture）	ARMAROS（Europa Exterminate） BRUGIA（Eris Rescue） ISOS（Eris Capture）	PHLEGYAS（Deimos Exterminate） SAXIS（Eris Exterminate）	VALEFOR（Europa Excavation） SORATHR（Europa Hijack） BAAL（Europa Exterminate）	COPERNICUS（Lua Capture）	COPERNICUS（Lua Capture） VENERA（Venus Capture） ZEIPEL（Lua Rescue）
Fusion MOA	MOA	Nullifier	Arid Eviscerator（imprint target）	Ballista	Bombard
KOKABIEL（Europa Sabotage） ABADDON（Europa Capture） GALATEA（Neptune Capture）	VENERA（Venus Capture） LINEA（Venus Rescue） E-GATE（Venus Exterminate）	ABADDON（Europa Capture） ORIAS（Europa Rescue） REGNA（Pluto Rescue）	ARA（Mars Capture）	MANTLE（Earth Capture） LEX（Ceres Capture）	NUOVO（Ceres Rescue） LEX（Ceres Capture） KER（Ceres Sabotage）
Butcher	Commander	Drahk Master	Eviscerator	Guardsman（imprint target）	Heavy Gunner
MANTLE（Earth Capture） CASSINI（Saturn Capture） RUSALKA（Sedna Sabotage）	TELESTO（Saturn Exterminate）	CASSINI（Saturn Capture） ANTHE（Saturn Rescue）	ARA（Mars Capture） LEX（Ceres Capture） KER（Ceres Sabotage）	NUOVO（Ceres Rescue） LEX（Ceres Capture） LUDI（Ceres Hijack）	CALORIS（Mercury Rescue） LEX（Ceres Capture） RUSALKA（Sedna Sabotage）
Hellion	Lancer（imprint target）	Napalm	Scorch	Scorpion	Seeker/Frontier Seeker
ARA（Mars Capture） LEX（Ceres Capture）	CAMBRIA（Earth Spy） PANTHEON（Mercury Exterminate） KELPIE（Sedna Spy）	PANTHEON（Mercury Exterminate） CASSINI（Saturn Capture） SELKIE（Sedna Survival）	DIONE（Saturn Spy） ANTHE（Saturn Rescue）	CASSINI（Saturn Capture） LEX（Ceres Capture） NUMA（Saturn Rescue）	E Prime（Earth Exterminate） LEX（Ceres Capture） NUOVO（Ceres Rescue）
Shield Lancer	Trooper	Corrupted Ancient	Corrupted Bombard	Corrupted Butcher	Corrupted Crewman
CASSINI（Saturn Capture） ELION（Mercury Capture） PANTHEON（Mercury Exterminate）	MANTLE（Earth Capture） E PRIME（Earth Exterminate） CASSINI（Saturn Capture）	HEPIT（Void Capture） UKKO（Void Capture） STRIBOG（Void Sabotage）	OXOMOCO（Void Exterminate） MARDUK（Void Sabotage）	HEPIT（Void Capture） TESHUB（Void Exterminate）	HEPIT（Void Capture） TESHUB（Void Exterminate）
Corrupted Heavy Gunner	Corrupted Lancer	Corrupted Nullifier
HEPIT（Void Capture） TESHUB（Void Exterminate） UKKO（Void Capture）	HEPIT（Void Capture） UKKO（Void Capture）	MARDUK（Void Sabotage） OXOMOCO（Void Exterminate）

Full list

Name	Planet	Node	Mission Type	Note
Ancient Disrupter	Earth	TIKAL	Excavation	Standing：2538 + (30 lvl) Endo：400/560/800
	Mercury	TERMINUS	Sabotage
	Eris	ISOS	Capture
Ancient Healer	Void	HEPIT	Capture
Anti Moa（imprint target）	Europa	VALEFOR	Excavation	Endo：400/560/800
	Europa	BAAL	Exterminate
	Europa	SORATHR	Hijack
Arid Eviscerator（imprint target）	Mars	ARA	Capture	only on ARA(Mars)
Ballista	Earth	MANTLE	Capture	Endo：400/560
	Ceres	LEX	Capture
Boiler	Europa	CHOLISTAN	Excavation	Standing：2538 + (30 lvl) Endo：400/560/800
	Eris	ISOS	Capture
	Deimos	HOREND	Capture
Bombard	Ceres	LEX	Capture	Endo：400/560/800
	Ceres	NUOVO	Rescue
	Ceres	KER	Sabotage
	Ceres	EXTA	Earth
	Ceres	BODE	Spy
Brood Mother	Earth	TIKAL	Excavation	Standing：2538 + (30 lvl) Endo：400/560/800
	Ceres	GABII	Survival
	Uranus	ASSUR	Survival
	Eris	ISOS	Capture
Butcher	Mercury	CALORIS	Rescue	Endo：400/560
	Mercury	ELION	Survival
	Sedna	RUSALKA	Sabotage
	Earth	MANTLE	Capture
	Saturn	CASSINI	Capture
Charger	Mercury	TERMINUS	Sabotage	Standing：2513 + (30 lvl) Endo：350
	Mercury	M PRIME	Exterminate
	Eris	ISOS	Capture
	Earth	TIKAL	Excavation
	Europa	CHOLISTAN	Excavation
Commander	Saturn	TELESTO	Exterminate
Corrupted Ancient	Void	HEPIT	Capture	Standing：2538 + (30 lvl) Endo：400/560/800
	Void	STRIBOG	Sabotage
	Void	ANI	Survival
	Void	UKKO	Capture
	Void	OXOMOCO	Exterminate
	Void	MARDUK	Sabotage
Corrupted Bombard	Void	OXOMOCO	Exterminate	Standing：2625 + (30 lvl) Endo：400/560/800
	Void	MARDUK	Sabotage
Corrupted Butcher	Void	HEPIT	Capture	Endo：250/350/500
	Void	TESHUB	Exterminate
Corrupted Crewman	Void	HEPIT	Capture	Standing：2513 + (30 lvl) Endo：250/350/500
	Void	TESHUB	Exterminate
Corrupted Heavy Gunner	Void	HEPIT	Capture	Standing：2625 + (30 lvl) Endo：400/800
	Void	TESHUB	Exterminate
	Void	UKKO	Capture
Corrupted Lancer	Void	HEPIT	Capture	Standing：2513 + (30 lvl) Endo：250/350/500
	Void	UKKO	Capture
Corrupted Nullifier	Void	MARDUK	Sabotage	Endo：560/800
	Void	OXOMOCO	Exterminate
Crawler	Eris	ISOS	Capture	Standing：2509 + (30 lvl) Endo：250/500
	Eris	BRUGIA	Rescue
	Earth	TIKAL	Excavation
	Mercury	APOLLODORUS	Survival
	Europa	ARMAROS	Exterminate
Crewman（imprint target）	Lua	COPERNICUS	Capture
Drahk Master	Saturn	CASSINI	Capture	Endo：400/560/800
	Saturn	ANTHE	Rescue
Elite Crewman	Lua	COPERNICUS	Capture	Endo：400/560/800
	Lua	ZEIPEL	Rescue
	Venus	VENERA	Capture
Eviscerator	Mars	ARA	Capture	Endo：400/560/800
	Ceres	LEX	Capture
	Ceres	NUOVO	Rescue
	Ceres	KER	Sabotage
Fusion MOA	Venus（Steel Path）	UNDA	Spy	Standing：2563 + (30 lvl) Endo：400/560/800
	Venus（Steel Path）	LINEA	Rescue
	Europa	KOKABIEL	Sabotage
	Europa	ABADDON	Capture
	Neptune	GALATEA	Capture
Guardsman（imprint target）	Ceres	LEX	Capture	Endo：250/350/500
	Ceres	NUOVO	Rescue
	Ceres	LUDI	Hijack
Heavy Gunner	Mercury	ELION	Capture	Standing：2625 + (30 lvl) Endo：400/800
	Mercury	CALORIS	Rescue
	Ceres	LEX	Capture
	Sedna	RUSALKA	Sabotage
Hellion	Mars	ARA	Capture	Standing：2563 + (30 lvl) Endo：560
	Ceres	LEX	Capture
	Sedna	RUSALKA	Sabotage
Lancer（imprint target）	Earth	CAMBRIA	Spy	Standing：2513 + (30 lvl) Endo：250/350/500
	Mercury	CALORIS	Rescue
	Mercury	PANTHEON	Exterminate
	Mercury	ELION	Capture
	Saturn	CASSINI	Capture
	Sedna	KELPIE	Spy
Leaper	Earth	TIKAL	Excavation	Standing：2509 + (30 lvl) Endo：350/500
	Mercury	TERMINUS	Sabotage
	Mercury	M PRIME	Exterminate
	Eris	ISOS	Capture
MOA	Venus	VENERA	Capture	Endo：250/350
	Venus	LINEA	Rescue
	Venus	E-GATE	Exterminate
Napalm	Mercury	PANTHEON	Exterminate	Endo：400/560/800
	Saturn	CASSINI	Capture
	Sedna	SELKIE	Survival
	Sedna	NAGA	Rescue
Nullifier	Europa	ABADDON	Capture	Endo：400/560
	Europa	ORIAS	Rescue
	Pluto	REGNA	Rescue
Runner（imprint target）	Eris	SAXIS	Exterminate
	Deimos	PHLEGYAS	Exterminate
Scorch	Saturn	CASSINI	Capture	Endo：400/560/800 Standing：2625 + (30 lvl)
	Saturn	DIONE	Spy
	Saturn	NUMA	Rescue
	Saturn	ANTHE	Rescue
Scorpion	Ceres	LEX	Capture	Endo：250/350/500
	Saturn	CASSINI	Capture
	Saturn	NUMA	Rescue
	Lua	PLATO	Exterminate
Seeker/Frontier Seeker	Earth	E Prime	Exterminate	Endo：400/560/800
	Ceres	LEX	Capture
	Ceres	NUOVO	Rescue
	Sedna	KAPPA	Spy
Shield Lancer	Mercury	PANTHEON	Exterminate	Endo：250/350/500
	Mercury	CALORIS	Rescue
	Mercury	ELION	Capture
	Saturn	CASSINI	Capture
Swarm Mutalist MOA	Europa	ARMAROS	Exterminate	Standing：2538 + (30 lvl) Endo：560/800
	Eris	BRUGIA	Rescue
	Eris	ISOS	Capture
Trooper	Earth	MANTLE	Capture	Endo：250/500
	Earth	E PRIME	Exterminate
	Saturn	NUMA	Rescue
	Saturn	CASSIN	Capture
	Sedna	ADARO	Exterminate

Imprints

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Lancer

SYNTHESIS IMPRINT

The smashing is like music.

PFFT, CRACK.

My machine’s striking pin rams the rock in front of me. A rush of bits crumbles from the rock and rolls over my boots. I see glinting in the rubble. I like it when it shines, it means I’m serving well. I thrust my shovel in, its plasma blades slicing clean through the chunks. It vibrates, so I switch on its inducer and the shiny bits clink on. Then I throw them into the sorter and jump out of the way of the next strike.

PFFT, CRACK.

More rumble, more shining. This is a good day. All of us, shovelling to the beat of the machines. Only a fraction of a cycle left on this rock, days really. I keep thinking: What will the next rock be like?

PFFT, CRACK.

The Outer Terminus has many rocks. Good rocks, I like it here. I shovel again and jump out of the way of the next smash.

PFFT…

The machines stop and it goes dark. Why have the machines stopped? Why is it dark? A voice reverberates all around, a thundering whisper:

“MERELY FRAMED”

The rock shakes like never before. Gravel rains in the darkness. I choke on the dust and struggle to find my balance on the shifting ground. The voice booms again. It is in the air. It is in the rock. It is in my head.

“MERELY SHAPED THEY ARE CALLED”

My ears ring like sirens. Then I hear new smashing, it is coming from down the tunnel. Not rhythmic smashing, not the music, something else and I do not like it. There are other voices too, screaming voices. They make me think of the way we scream when there is an accident, when one of us gets caught in a sorter. There is much screaming. The voice grows louder.

“THERE WAS NO THEIR MOTHER”

Out of the darkness a new light rounds the distant corner and shines down the tunnel. Our lights do not look like this. It is apart of something big and it moves wildly. Running? Yes, running through our line. Our machines fly up and then slam back down. Miners are smashed and crushed into tiny pieces. I am scared.

I am angry. Why is this happening? Is that an Orokin? No, we serve the Orokin. The Orokin are golden. This is something else. I pick up my shovel.

“THERE WAS NO THEIR FATHER”

The light is close now. I find my footing and grip my shovel like I do when I chip ore. The light sends a machine flying at me. I jump but I am too slow. It crashes into my chest and pins my legs to the floor. I try to breath but I cannot breathe. I look up and the light charges toward me. I raise my shovel just before it tramples into me. There’s a clink. The light catches itself on my shovel’s blade, forcing the shovel’s butt deep into the hard ground. The light explodes under its own force. All is black.

For a moment there is silence. I pull on the shovel but it is wedged between the ground and that thing. Then, the shovel pulses like it does when I strike a shiny chunk of ore, without thinking, I flick on the shovels inducer. The voice screams. Everything shakes. I like hearing this scream, I do not know why. I use everything I have left to force the shovel in deeper. The thing reels back. I can feel it running. It is running away.

Everything goes quiet again, so I close my eyes.

***

“Over here. I found one,” a wave of pain rushes through my chest, my eyes dart open. There’s a light, I try to get out of the way but I cannot move. The light shouts, “hurry, he’s not going to last very long.”

I try to talk, but a new voice speaks instead, “Doesn’t matter, if he can survive that, then they want his sample for the next batch.”

They are lifting me onto something. I catch glimpses of shimmering gold.

“This is a bad idea. I mean, would you trust a Grineer soldier?” The figure presses something into my arm and I want to sleep again.

The new voice laughs, “Do we have any other choice?”

Anti MOA

SYNTHESIS IMPRINT

“How long are you going tinker with that thing?” Father asks.

He’s one to talk. Ever since we entered this junk belt, all he’s done is tap on that console. This whole time he’s just sat there, eyes fixed on the radar, dirty fingers tapping the drum beat to some manic song with no structure or rhythm.

I ignore him and try to go back to work on the robot. Father’s tap-tap gets faster and more intense. Is he trying to get to me? I can’t concentrate.

“Tell me again why we don’t just approach at full speed from open space? Couldn’t we just slam into the rail and punch,” I ask.

“Because that’s what we used to do,” he’s annoyed but at this point I don’t care. Our convoy of transports has skulked through this junk belt for days, the viewscreen an endless parade of rocks and garbage.

“We could have been through that rail a long time ago,” I say.

“Maybe,” he shrugs.

“And why can’t I ride in Umpal’s ship?”

“This again?” he snaps back, “you know why.”

Umpal is my best and only friend, there weren’t many young people in our group and Umpal is the only one close to my age. Truth be told, he was the only person my age I’d ever met. He was on another transport, they said it was for security reasons.

We are on a trade mission, my first time outside our node. These trips were dangerous but Father said it was essential I learn the business. The whole convoy is loaded down with items we have scraped together through months of local trade. It was mostly salvage, with some Ferrite spread between the different transports. Rumor was that Umpal’s transport might even have some rubedo in the hold. We are heading to another survivor colony a few nodes away. They had other rare resources but more importantly, they were close enough to the sun to grow food and that was what this mission was really about.

Before we left Umpal and I drew wires to see which one of us got to bring the robot we were building, I won. It was bits and pieces of scavenged Orokin tech slammed together but it was a robot and it could walk, Father didn’t think much of it but I was proud. I hoped to trade it for some rare parts when we hit the colony, enough to build a bigger second walker. Maybe even one that could carry a full size cannon.

“Does this look anything like you remember from the Orokin days?” I ask in a futile attempt to break the tension.

“That thing, yeah, we had ones that walked on two legs like that, but...” his finger stops its tapping and he takes a long look at the robot before continuing, “but… they were different.”

“Don’t you miss it?” I ask.

“What?” he says.

“You know, the empire?”

“I don’t think about it,” he’s back to tapping on the nav console.

“What about your corpus, don’t you miss them? Your father?” I say.

“Orokin didn’t have parents like you do, it was done differently then.” He takes a deep breath and turns to look at me. “Listen, the corpus who raised me are dead, do you know why they are dead?”

“Because of the plague?” I say.

“Because they couldn’t forget the past. I survived by worrying about two things, today and tomorrow. That is the only reason I’m alive. That is the only reason you exist. You want to remember something, remember that.”

“Yeah, okay.” I shrug. He’s given this speech before, I had learned the hard way not to push things when he got like this. I go back to working on the robot.

After a few minutes of silence I hear him exhale, “Look, we’re almost to the rail. After the punch you can go over to Umpal’s transport, okay.”

I nod and smile, “Okay.”

The next few hours go by quickly.

As we get closer to the rail, the density of obstacles in the belt increases. The ships nav module calls out course correction after course correction as we dodge debris. I watch the other transports in our convoy do the same. Our progress is slowed to a crawl but Father swears avoiding detection is worth it.

I am trying to splice a connection deep in the robot’s chest cavity when the alarms sound. The radar screen lights up. I look up to see one of the other transports veer off course, seconds later something crashes into their hull. There’s a blue flash of electricity and their ship goes dark. Then two more crashes and two more flashes, these are Interceptor Pods, a Grineer trap.

My father jumps up and begins yelling instructions to our nav system. “Full power, take us up and out of the belt.”

“That’s Umpal’s ship they’re boarding…”

His face collapses into a frown, “It is.”

“They’ll kill him. We have to do something.” I plead.

“We keep going. They can’t take us all.” I can barely hear him through his clenched teeth.

“Umpal is corpus to us, we can’t abandon him.” I shout.

“We have to, that’s how we survive.” His voice grows louder.

“What if it was us? Wouldn’t you want them to...”

His fist slams the nav console and as he whips around to glare at, “What are you going to do? Fight off those Grineer with your Moa?”

I look down at the robot, a mess of parts and wires that can barely walk, let alone shoot. Neither of us say another word. Out of the viewscreen I watch as Umpal’s crippled ship, now swarmed by Grineer, shrink into blackness.

Arid Eviscerator

SYNTHESIS IMPRINT

The faces of the survivors, all lined up for evacuation, were etched with confusion when the lift doors closed in front of them.

We descended to the hum of the lift flying through the tower. I turned and smiled at Avantus, “I was beginning to believe you were going to bring them all with us.”

“Nonsense, Bilsa, that’s simply not feasible.” Avantus replied. “You know we need to find safety and re-establish the Congress of Executors, we have no time for a rescue mission. Besides, those people know their place and they just did their duty. I will see to it they are honored when our Orokin Empire returns to glory.”

We were safe for the moment. When the Infestation took over the entire tower went into lockdown. Avantus’s Executor status meant that she, and by extension I, were among the few people who could move freely about the massive vessel.

When the lift slowed and I overrode the controls to keep the doors closed. We listened for what seemed like forever, “Do you hear anything?” I said.

“No, I don’t smell anything either, let’s go,” said Avantus raising her pistol. The doors opened to a darkened room. The light of the lift illuminated scattering figures but this wasn’t the Infested, we were still alive.

“You there. Step forth.” Avantus commanded and out of the shadows came several burly figures.

“Grineer soldiers!” I said with an almost childlike excitement as others joined them.

“Grineer workers, useless to us,” said Avantus. Despite everything, she still looked glorious in her full regalia and golden syandana.

“Have you not been taught protocol?” I shouted, “an Executor stands before you.” The workers look at each other puzzled, then the biggest one kneeled and bowed before us. One by one the other Grineer followed.

Avantus shook her head in disbelief and went to the nearby console to turn on the lights. We were in the mechanical workshop. Tools in cases line the walls and supply crates edged the room.

“That precept said the hangar is through the next hall,” Avantus stepped around the still kneeling grineer and toward the rear doors.

“No, stop!” protested the big Grineer, “Danger.” We kept walking but sure enough when we got close the doors shook and moaned with the scraping of claws.

“Those imbeciles,” Avantus cursed. “They said this sector wasn’t compromised.”

“It doesn’t sound like that many. Can we fight through?” I asked.

“What? Just the two of us, with pistols and no Corrupted?” she snapped.

“What about…” I motioned to the Grineer workers.

“With no weapons? There’s not enough of them to be decoys.” she said.

We paced in silence until one of the Grineer, that big one, ran to a tool case on the wall and tried to force it open.

Avantus noticed this and waved her hands over the nearby console to unlock the case.

The rest of the workers rushed over and grabbed the bigger grinder saws and plasma cutters. They put on safety equipment as if it were body armor.

“Always wanting to cut something I see,” said Avantus to the worker.

The big one nodded and smiled. Did he have any idea what those things might do to him?

They lined up shoulder to shoulder against the door, while we stood a few paces behind with a couple more at our side. The Infested thumped and howled, they could sense us. Their stench penetrated the doors and attacked our nostrils.

Avantus looked over at me, “Bilsa, it goes without saying, we won’t be sharing that ship with the likes of these.”

I gave her a sideways look, why would she say that in front of them?

“Oh child, they do not have the comprehension.” She laughed. “They are content to do the job they were bred to do, only now they get to cut infested flesh instead of scrap metal.” I looked at the Grineer, they did seem unfazed.

“Grineer… work!” commanded Avantus and the Grineer revved up their saws. I opened the hall doors and a wave of Infested crashed and collapsed against a solid wall of blades. Viscera pooled at our feet. A monster would tear one down only to have another Grineer take its place. “Move!” she yelled and the Grineer wall marched forward, a line of death that eviscerated anything in its path.

We reached the hangar doors at the end of the hall and prepared for the worst, on the other side could be hundreds. Avantus gave the Grineer a moment to shake the guts out of their tools and catch their breath, then she nodded for me to release the locks. We all braced ourselves as the doors opened to… nothing, no Infested, just a lone ship on the other side of a massive hanger. Relieved, we sprinted across the open expanse.

As we approached the ship Avantus said, “Bilsa, you open the shuttle,” and then added quietly, “I’ll make sure we don’t have any guests for our trip.” I went to work at the nearest console and the Grineer encircled me to fend of any possible threats. Avantus stood at the ship’s entrance with a few more of the grunts guarding her.

“More coming.” She pointed at a swarm of Infested charging from where we came. “Grineer, attack them. GO!” she bellowed.

The Grineer stiffened, their blades roared but stayed their ground.

Incensed, she cried louder, “I said go, NOW!” but the Grineer did not move from the shuttle door.

“It’s open.” I shouted, turning just in time to see the biggest Grineer drive his saw right through Avantus’s spine. The high pitched whir of metal on bone masked her screams and she collapsed to the floor. Her pearl white robes were now dyed crimson. Her dead eyes looked through me.

I started to run but was struck in the face and knocked to my knees.

The big Grineer loomed over me. “Now you work for us. Make the shuttle go.”

Corrupted Ancient

SYNTHESIS IMPRINT

“She’s dead,” said Dax Menz, growing impatient.

“No, she’s not,” I knew it.

Our shuttle touched down in the ancient city center of New Uxmal for the second time in two days. We rushed to the entrance of the lower chambers, a labyrinth of tunnels carved into the rock. Behind us marched a full complement of bodyguards and Moas.

Menz asked again, “How can you be sure?”

“We’ve been connected for a century and a half, I’m sure.” It felt odd to be speaking aloud about something that Remballa and I had always just kept between us. That feeling of attachment, that anxiety that welled up within one of us when the other wasn’t right. That emptiness I felt when I thought they’d killed her and the joy when the connection came rushing back this morning.

We were twins bred for purpose, cloned and then modified so that we could both interface with the Lora Device. The Orokin had a visage imbued with variation, beauty and symmetry, but we had the Lora nodes protruding from our right temples. Their skin was silken, ours was weaved with ribbons of metallic facia that snaked around our bodies and into the Lora Device embedded in our palms. We made them uncomfortable and they made that known, that is, until they were sick or hurt and then we were saviors. That never bothered me though, I loved my sister and we had each other. I wasn’t about to leave her in the middle of this nightmare.

Hesitation was building in Menz’s face. I had command authority but if he balked, the soldiers would follow him. I needed to force his support, “If you were Tenno, there’d be no question.”

“The betrayers…” he stopped himself. “Look, Remballa’s gone. The Infested killed her yesterday, we both saw it.” His frustration was building, “Damnit, this was supposed to be a relief mission, we can’t-”

“It still is a relief mission.” I interrupted, “You want to go back to retirement Menz, or are you still a Dax?” I knew that stung.

Menz stiffened. He’d been cast aside before. He wasn’t about to let duty slip through his fingers again. Menz stared into me, “Are you willing to risk becoming one of those things for a feeling?”

I nodded, the answer was yes, for this feeling.

“Very well Lorist Ontella,” Menz turned to his squad. “Ready up.”

We entered the subterranean passage, weapon lights illuminated chiseled red stone as we marched deeper into the blackness, past shops and apartments, all carved into the rock eons ago. This city was as old as Mars's atmosphere. Everything was silent, save for the occasional snap of bone under a soldier’s boot. Three days ago this was a busy thoroughfare, now, bloodied scraps of clothing littered the route like confetti. We emerged from the tunnels into cavernous arcade, the Old Market Road. This is where she had led me.

“We’re close,” I said.

“Here they come,” shouted Dax Menz and creatures began to drive at us from every door and window. All teeth and claws and eyes that looked looked so familiar, what kind of animal has eyes like that?

“Square formation!” Menz commanded. We backed up to a wall and the Moa’s moved to form a perimeter, with the bodyguards behind them and me in the middle.

I closed my eyes and focused the device, through it I could feel each one of the bodyguards. A sergeant was slashed through the leg and I directed my energy toward him, his wound closed and he resumed fighting. Acid spit burned another soldier’s chest, I pushed energy to her, eased the pain, then reversed the damage, she would live. This was so much harder without Remballa. Another soldier was bit on the throat, he’s dying, there was nothing I could do, so I ease his pain and let him go. The rate of fire slowed, had we pushed them back?

I opened my eyes to see the Moa’s beams incinerate the last few attackers. I was drained. I wasn’t a combat Lorist, Remballa and I were relief workers, used in disasters and outbreaks, not this.

I felt a surge of that familiar connection, Remballa’s energy pulsed through me. “She’s coming,” I shouted.

“What?” Dax Menz head whipped around to look at me.

“I don’t know,” I said pointing at a hall exit, “she’s coming, from that direction.”

“More Infested!” Shouted a soldier who motioned to the same exit.

A mess of figures shambled forth. These were different, bigger and slower. I could feel my sister in there somehow, it was so strong. The Moas opened fire. I wanted to tell them to stop but how could I? I felt plasma beams burn the creatures and then I felt Remballa heal them. Why? Multiple connections now, I felt her many times over, it didn’t make sense, until it did; she was those things, all of them. They took our fire and kept coming. I felt her, no them, shudder as bullets ripped through flesh and then as flesh was made new again. They were Lorist Infested, my sister the healer, remade as monster and here to kill us.

More rushed in. I felt the healing in them too. I focused just as the first wave broke through our lines. Moas were toppled, soldiers were tackled, teeth tore flesh. I was overwhelmed, I couldn’t control it, their pain fed back through me and I collapsed. Something’s jaws latched onto my foot. Infection pulsed into my veins.

And then I felt it, a new presence, another healer? I’d felt this before, was it, it couldn’t be… I opened my eyes only to be blinded by an intense flash, followed by a crash, like a thousand crystal goblets all being shattered at once. All went silent, the Infested were dead. I felt nothing now.

My eyes readjusted. I was surrounded by bodies. I saw something run away, a streak of silver and gold. It shot straight up the cavern wall and out into the sunshine above.

I didn’t have time to think, I took a breath and a wave of pain surged through my entire body. The Infestation had already taken my leg, soon it would claim the rest of my body. I didn’t care, my sister was gone, this was my time.

A shadow cast itself over me. I looked up. It was Menz, alive, he stared down without speaking and then unsheathed his massive combat blade and raised it high above his head.

“Menz wait,” I mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

With sudden and sure force his blade sliced down and through me. I contorted in with the pain.

His hands grabbed my shoulders, “Heal yourself!”

The adrenaline must have struck at that moment because I bolted up, still stunned, he had cut the infected leg clean off.

“Damnit Ontella,” Menz was shaking me hard now. “Heal yourself!”

Instinct took over, I snapped into focus and sent all the energy I had left through the device and down to the wound. I stopped the bleeding and neutralized the remaining toxin. I nearly passed out, I had nothing left.

Menz hoisted me onto his shoulder, “I’m taking us back to the shuttle,” and he began walk out of there. A few scattered survivors and robots pulled themselves along behind us.

As we approached safety I coughed and whispered to Menz, “I can feel her again.”

“She’s dead.”

“Yes, she is.”

Detron Crewman

SYNTHESIS IMPRINT

They opened the chamber door just in time for me to see it happen; the Archimedian erupting into a flash, jade-like and blinding. I knew her. She was the greatest scholar of genetics who ever lived. Except now she was nothing but mist and gore.

A voice boomed from within, “The Crewmen project is cancelled. Send in the next.”

The rifles at my back tried to urge me inside. Old faces filled the dome’s projections, immense and god-like. I walked into the center of the room and the scorched scent choked my lungs. All around me they watched, bored, as I knelt upon the darkened judgement disc.

The projection of Executor Ballas swelled large in front of me. I could see his purity, his symmetry, the beauty of his glittering gold irises. His voice thundered, “The principles are clear. Your sentence is death. May the Void forgive you.”

As the judgement disc began to light I stood, took a deep breath and spoke, “She will not forgive you.”

Laughter broke out among the faces of the dome. Other’s asked “what did he say?” Ballas only smiled, “You challenge us, Archimedian?”

“I do. Kill me and the Empire you are sworn to uphold dies with me.”

Ballas turned his head as the judgement disc went suddenly dark, “An appeal comes at a price. Should you fail, you and your corpus will pay dearly.”

“They already suffer in this growing wasteland. They have already paid. Will you also sacrifice the royal futures by ignoring my solution?”

“Your solution is an abomination, like you, it will be annihilated.” Ballas motioned to a guard in the corner, “Present the evidence.”

The chamber doors opened and a mass of guards entered, guns trained inward. As they reached the center, they parted, revealing a small cart. Atop the cart was a motionless creature, no larger than a hand. Its body was symmetrical, star-shaped with a seamless, matte-black shell.

A new projection, that of Executor Tuvul ballooned into the space, “It looks harmless.”

“Harmless?” Ballas boomed in Tuvul’s direction. He turned to the center of the dome, “Show them.”

On command, the guards backed away from the cart and readied their weapons. Their leader took careful aim and fired a whisper round into the body of my creation. Two of the limbs tore off the frame revealing a glossy, gelatinous interior.

Silence gripped the dome as Tuvul shook his head. Then suddenly, the creature moved, convulsed, the hard surface started undulating. In a moment the wound closed and the thing was whole again. Beside it another machine had grown from its severed parts. Their surfaces had changed however - brighter, harder, resilient to whisper rounds now.

Ballas looked triumphant as voting lights began to appear on the judgement disc.

My green death was coming, so I roared at them, “Did our ancestors, burned by fire, reject its power? No. They conquered their fear and learned to control it. The Seven Principles are a joke.”

His projection swooped down to me, “The Orokin is the law and the law is the Orokin. We are unbending. Your appeal is denied.”

Tuvul interrupted, “Our laws are sacred but do not forget The Plan, Ballas.” His visage turned down to me, “Countless other ventures have failed The Plan, how will this machine fulfill its design?”

I tried to catch my breath and speak, “The crossing to the Tau system is perilous. Adaptation and replication are the only way a terraforming journey can be made. They will build an interstellar rail as they travel, they will adapt to the host planet and prepare it for our arrival. They will save you.”

Tuvul peered down at me, “And when it completes its task, what will prevent it from turning against us, as the Seven Principles say?”

“The flaw.”

Tuvul’s eyes narrowed, “The flaw?”

“The Void is poison to them. Once they have reached Tau they will be marooned there. To travel the rail here would destroy them. Whatever the risks, the Origin system will be-”

Ballas shouted, “Enough! Dereliction of the law threatens the entire empire. Which one of you will risk this?” Ballas was growing increasingly frustrated.

“The empire is already at risk,” cried the shrill voice of another Executor, “Or perhaps you haven’t noticed from your cozy position on Mars.” To this there was a round of applause and the judgement disk remained unchanged.

“Ballas, you lack consensus.” shouted Executor Tuvul.

His projection seemed to shrink smaller until he finally broke his silence, “Archimedian Perintol, against my better judgement,” his disgust was palpable, “Your appeal has been accepted. You are free to go.”

One by one the projections of each Executor in the Tribunal flickered off and the guards ushered me into the hall. There I stood, rapt with shock when I heard his footsteps behind me.

“You did better than I thought you would,” it was Ballas, the man, not the projection. “It would seem nobody truly knows they want a thing until you threaten to take it away.” He broke into a smile, “Wouldn’t you agree, Archimedian?”

Runner

SYNTHESIS IMPRINT

“First, my crew were torn down and consumed. Then my segments were ripped out and crushed. Now I lay blind but feel its growth through each failed system. And with nothing but time remaining, Jordas is forced to wonder, will its complete infiltration bring some vicious mercy or a new nightmare?”

Jordas, Ship’s Cephalon, 3rd Class Frigate

Guardsman

SYNTHESIS IMPRINT

I had been stuck on this ship for so long I had almost forgotten what an Orokin of his station sounded like. I cherished each word he spoke.

“Bilsa,” Alarez’s voice pulsed out of my console, “we’re here to help but I need to get this straight; you’re being held hostage by a…”

“... by a Grineer,” I whispered.

“A Grineer?” his skepticism was palpable.

“Yes, named Veytok.”

“He has a name?”

“Won’t let me call him by anything else,” I needed him to believe me but I could tell he was struggling. “The other Grineer are different, they’re still slow but they listen to him and do exactly what he says. It must be a mutation-”

“Impossible,” I could tell he didn’t believe me. “Something like that would have been caught during production and destroyed, only the military Grineer are given-”

“Should have been caught but wasn’t,” I interrupted. “Look, the only reason I’m still alive is the genetic lockouts. I’m Sectarus class, this ship’s Cephalon listens to me exclusively. The Grineer need me. Stars, you have no idea what it’s like living with these-”

“Did you say Sectarus class?” now he was interested.

“...everything is filthy,” I was rambling. “They manufacture filth. My robes have gone from yellow to black. I’m so tired, I don’t even feel Orokin anymore.”

“Did you say you’re Sectarus class?” his voice betrayed his impatience.

“Of course, aren’t you?”

“We’re going to initiate docking,” he said.

I looked out the viewscreen, the massive Executorial Frigate begin to pivot toward our tiny Runner. Its marblesque exterior was aglow in the light of the sun. How I missed those white hallways with their perfect golden trim, all busy with Orokin of high station discussing the business of Empire. I belonged on that ship, it was my birthright.

“Stop,” I exclaimed in a half-shout, half-whisper, “you don’t understand, he’s dangerous. We’ve been raiding other ships, gathering Grineer. Stars, I’ve done things.” I could feel the emotion and fear in my voice, “I… I’ve helped him mass an army of sorts.”

“Right, a Grineer army,” he paused for a moment then took an audible breath, “Bilsa listen, whatever you’ve done, you had no choice. You know what’s happening in the system, there’s honor to be found in surviving,” he asked.

“What do you mean; ‘what’s happening in the system’?” I asked.

“The Executors, the Council, they’re all dead or missing, even most of the Sectarus is gone, you might be the last,” His voice was cracked. “Do you understand? The system’s falling apart but we can rebuild it.”

There was a thud outside the hull. Had they docked?

“What about the Tenno?”

“The betrayers?” he asked. “Hopefully gone.”

“Wait,” I asked, “are you saying your Executorial Frigate has no Sectarus class or Executor? How are you piloting?”

He ignored my question, “We’ve docked. Hurry now, open the airlock doors so we can help you.”

“It’s too dangerous,” I said, “they’re waiting for you. You’ll be slaughtered.”

“Bilsa, you have no idea what’s going on out here. Everything is in chaos. You’re lucky we found you, nobody can be trusted but I can help. Open the airlock doors.”

“I can’t, if I open those doors they’ll kill you all. Just talk to me for a while. It’s been so long.”

“Bilsa,” his voice was getting louder. “The Orokin are gone. The infrastructure, the rails, none of it works, it’s all locked out,” was he actually berating me? “The infestation is everywhere, riots...”

“...but they’ll kill you-”

Alarez cut me off, “The Moon is gone.”

“You’re not making sense Alarez,” I said.

“Nothing makes sense anymore,” he shouted. “Open those doors!”

“Alarez?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that we don’t have much time,” he began to calm. “Where is this Veytok now?” Asked Alarez.

“All the Grineer are in the docking bay, it’s impassable...” I paused and thought for a second, “wait, there’s a different way. The emergency hatch, you could extend a maintenance tunnel, come in through the top of the ship.”

“And avoid the Grineer entirely. Now you’re thinking like a Sectarus. Are you alone right now?” asked Alarez.

“Yes. Since they saw your ship, it’s like I don’t even exist. When you get here, I’ll try to seal them in the airlock remotely. That should hold them for a while, hurry.”

I took one last look at the now grimey bridge that had become my home. I stepped onto the compact elevator that connected the Runner’s decks. At the top level was a systems room used to access the ship’s many segments. I looked up at the hatch on the ceiling when I heard the couplers whiz into place.

“Cephalon, execute now,” I called out.

“Understood, Sectarus Bilsa,” replied the ship’s Cephalon.

Moments later the hatch slid open. Dark eyes stared down at me from behind Dax’s helmet mask. He said nothing.

I addressed him, “Well met, Dax.”

Silently, the Dax scanned the room with his rifle before jumping down and taking position in front of me. In quick succession, three more guards fell in behind him. The guards were bloodied and battle scarred, their equipment mismatched and worn. Alarez followed, his symmetry was off and his eyes were dull, was he even Enginus class?

“Thank the stars you’re here.” I reached out to greet him but the Dax grabbed me.

“Hold her down,” said Alarez.

He pulled out a device which I recognized instantly as a genetic descrambler, where did he get that from?

“My apologies Bilsa, you seem sweet but I can’t miss this chance,” he threw a switch on the descrambler. “A sample of your genetic code is all I need for full access to the Executorial.” He pointed the descrambler at me. “This won’t hurt,”

My skin got instantly hot and then cooled again as waves of radiation passed through me, “Look at you all,” I said, “you’re just as tarnished as I. It’s really over isn’t it?”

“The Empire? I’m afraid so,” he lowered the descrambler, “There.”

“Will you kill me then?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the floor.

“Can’t have you outrank me,” he sighed. “But first you’ll command your Cephalon to cut off life support to the Grineer in the Runner’s airlock.”

I looked up at him, “I can’t do that.”

Alarez smiled, “Of course you can.”

“I wish I could but I already told the Cephalon to open the airlock. They’re on your ship.”

Confusion washed over Alarez’s face just as a drip of blood fell from the hatch above and splashed on the Dax’s helmet. His eyes darted up just in time to see Veytok’s massive frame fall upon him, driving a machete deep into the Dax’s chest. With that, the doors opened behind me as more Grineer flooded the tiny room, the guardsmen stood no chance.

Alarez, the only one left alive, stood frozen, “Bilsa, what’s going on?”

“I warned you not to come,” I said, “I told you they would kill you all.”

He was beside himself, “You’re working with Grineer?”

“Alarez, you were right, the system is a mess and I can’t trust anyone, but these Grineer and I, we’ve come to an understanding.” I smiled as I got to my feet, “But please, will you talk to me for just a while longer? These Grineer are so dull. Where are you from? I don’t recognize your-”

Veytok grabbed Alarez and tore his throat open, his red splattering my robes.

“I told you I wanted him alive,” I shouted.

“No trust,” he said. His words sounded clearer every day. “We have the Frigate and the lab. Don’t need him.”

“Do you always have to kill them before I can visit?” I said.

Veytok grunted, “You are Grineer now, don’t need visits.”

Tips

• The Grineer Shipyard tileset is a good place to farm Simaris standing. The enemies there have a short detection range. It is easy to get stealth scans on them.
• Abilities that can affect Simaris target:
  •  Baruuk's  Lull will put all enemies in sight to sleep. The target can be stealth-scanned easier.
  •  Nezha's  Divine Spears can impale the target. The target may escape or become immune to scans (bug).
• Synthesis Standing reward is affected by the Synthesis Target's level. Consider doing missions in The Steel Path with increased enemy levels to maximize standing gain.

Trivia

• The Runner's Synthesis Imprint entry is the only entry that has accompanying images, to compensate for the short text entry.

Media

Warframe - Synthesis

External Links

• The following Steam guide has typical spawn locations: Synthesis Target Location [28.0.7]

See also

• Cephalon Simaris, The Syndicate responsible for Synthesis.
• Sanctuary (Cephalon Simaris), Cephalon Simaris enclave which houses Synthesis researches.
• Codex, a smaller scale database for personal use.

Patch History

Update 32.0 (2022-09-07)

• Fixed Simaris targets not spawning in the direction they want to target, to prevent them from spinning around.
• Fixed Cephalon Simaris’ target being enabled in the Grendel Locator missions.

Update 30.3 (2021-05-25)

• Added FX when setting a Research Target or accepting a Daily Synthesis task from Simaris.

Hotfix 27.5.3 (2020-05-15)

• Fixed Kinetic Siphon Traps sometimes not working on Synthesis Targets.
• Fixed numerous script errors when using Kinetic Siphon Traps.

Hotfix 27.2.1 (2020-03-05)

• Fixed a script error when trapping a Synthesis Target in a Kinetic Siphon Trap.
• Fixed a script error when the Kinetic Siphon Trap expires.

Update 27.2 (2020-03-05)

• Increased the Health and Damage Resistance on Simaris’ Sanctuary Targets so that they don’t get accidentally nuked while attempting to scan them.
• Fixed Sentinels attempting and then canceling attacks on the Synthesis Target over and over again.

Hotfix 27.0.9 (2020-01-09)

• Added decos around Simaris targets so they are less likely to be mistaken for Thralls.

Update 26.0 (2019-10-31)

• Allies will no longer attack Synthesis Targets, thus giving you full control on if you want to Scan.

Hotfix 22.13.3 (2018-02-21)

• Increased the Endo awarded by Simaris’ Daily Synthesis Target by 2x.