He breathed deeply, in, and out, just as people had been told to do for generations, whenever they wanted to calm. And that is what he wanted- to be calm, in this rare moment, and review plans, past, and his timeline ironed out and goals set. Here was when he worked, truly, rather than messing around and doing little. 

More breaths- inhale and exhale, and pieces fit together where there was once only a whirlwind. His Relay project was coming along nicely. He truly cared for them, and had pity on their predicament, but that wasn't the entire reason why he helped them. He was always half as rich as he could be, considered one of the poorest in the clan, if anyone bothered to care about that. 

The children trusted him now, as did most of their parents. Three more criminal rings in the Relay were... removed from power, and the black market dealers were starting to get more business. No one else to turn to, in part, and also because a Tenno didn't even mess with them, supposedly. Orphans came begging, and he sent them off with hope and the possibility of food and shelter, as long as they were loyal. He was making progress, indeed, even in the clan. Everyone wanted to be the greatest warrior; everyone wanted to be legendary. But they were all individuals, seeing it as a game, almost, be better than everyone else. He was a revolutionary, in this aspect. He'd show them all. Half the new recruits were loyal to him, with varying amounts; missions out to where the security of the Corpus was higher allowed them to get more supplies and materials to build better weapons, upgrade their warframes. His last burrow was given away to one who didn't have the egg nor the parts to fix a broken incubator. 

He must've sat there for over an hour, or maybe three, before he heard the slight, silent wooshing of the garden's door sliding open and closed. Footsteps rang out oddly loud; his mind paused, as did his breath, and his eyes opened. Four doorways in four walls, and the one that someone had to enter from was behind him. He seemed to be at a disadvantage. Nonetheless, he sat up a little straight, hesitated, and then stood fully, feeling just the slightest pain from kneeling on the ground so long. Other Tenno seemed to be capable of extreme periods of time on their knees, like so, but he found it difficult. Too still, too... silent. 

He didn't turn, but only said, "Just passing through or coming to stay?"

Samsara had returned just an hour ago. She was was wearing her silks but her dual glaives were still mounted onto her forearms with harnesses. She looked somewhat tired but she didn't let it affect her adversely. "Coming to stay." she answered, a bit of authority in her voice, "I heard something on my recent visit to the Larunda Relay. Your name was mentioned. I thought you had complete confidence with your pawns." Samsara's arms were crossed.

She rolled her eyes when Myth kept his back to her, so she moved around in front of him, "I think you should reevaluate your roster in the relay, Myth. A right amount of credits or intimidation could easily blow over your tower of cards."

He snorted, slightly, somewhat amused. "So you heard of me through my informats, while they knew which clan I was in and the icy goddess that walked through the Relay to conduct business of sorts. None of which I keep up with, of course- I'm nice like that." He gestured vaguely in front of her, and knelt again, studying her. 

Samsara raises one of her arms and starts to tap her chin, "Curious. The man who mentioned you spoke over comms. It was dock control, and he wasn't being discrete about it. Who knows how many others in the room could've heard him." Samsara sighed and waved dismissively, "But I'm not here to berrate you, I just thought I'd let you know, brother. I trust you've been settling in well enough? What with all these newly awakened tenno around and human auxiliaries."

He glanced at her but said nothing for a moment. Then he replied, "What did he say? Just a mere mention, about what? I am trying to build up influence, but I'd rather not have the noisier individuals be the ones that I know about. Perhaps some dire consequences will have to be entered into the equation- any other Tenno has slight influence, at best, even you, besides my name." He leaned back, his knees rising slightly from the new center of mass for a moment, and then dropped back down. He chewed on part of his lip, eyes distant in thought. Brow furrowed, he faded back into that land of thought that was so rare to see him in. 

Samsara crossed her arms and looked out into space, "Said something about our clan and that things are 'according to plan'. As I said earlier, he was talking loud enough for anybody to hear him."

He shrugged, hiding a pleased expression at its implications. Then he smiled and asked, "So Sara, do you have any need for a humble Tenno such as myself?" He put a slight emphasis on 'humble-' so slight that any but her wouldn't notice, since it was a small game he played with her. They both knew that he was nothing of the sort, and there was no real reason for him doing it. He just did. 

Her eyes traced some of the many asteroids in the Oort cloud, bright gleams of light caught her attention as comets whizzed across space toward the sun. Samsara raised an eyebrow at him when he called her Sara. "Don't call me Sara, Myth. I don't understand why people continue to chop my name into Sam or Sara. And you aren't humble if you're calling yourself that." Sarcasm and Samsara were often tough to find together.

He glanced at Samsara, uncertainty flashing across his face in a brief, brief moment, before turning away again, and replacing his brief expression with the usual smooth, controlled face that everyone sees. His voice, on the other hand, when he replied, slipped just a tiny bit of disappointment. "You got it boss. Just the same old Samsara, yeh?"

"Are you just going to sit in here until your next contract or are you going to actually speak to our brothers and sisters in the dojo?"

He shrugged uncomfortably- noticeable to anyone who looked, this time. "Public relations isn't my thing. Only things I got to talk about anyways is my project, and none of them will care about it- nor do I want any of [i]them[/i] to know. They might get too thinky-thinky and try to follow my footsteps. And, mind you, I don't wait for contracts. I've got a reputation to uphold and maintain, and that's bugging off any random Grineer that I happen to target next, in exchange for a nice big credit bonus. I get some sorely needed money to fund my operations, and they get to live. Most Tenno- and by that, I mean almost all of us- tend to leave everything in our wake dead, dying, or extremely lucky. We ain't doing much of anything out there anyways- just chipping away at the same rock. Working on getting some contacts in the Grineer- get me some knowledge on Grineer leaders, commanders. A body don't do no good if its head was chopped off, after all."

He really hoped she'd leave it at that. She was fine, but other Tenno... bothered him. But no- she gave him that [i]look[/i], and he gave a small sigh- a signal of his defeat. He stood, rubbing his knees, and paused to bow to his superior. Then he turned and unceremoniously walked out of the room. For once, he was walking slowly through the hallways, still thinking.