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Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,554 Views)
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"Rumored, hm?" The red slits beneath his glowing eyes narrowed in extreme suspicion. Had Z'Gato been amongst the rest of the Chozo of his home, then he should have known of those songs and tales firsthand. Instead, he spoke of them as though it was hearsay.

"I have heard Mother speak of her home in the same manner as you," he growled, "and the necessary evil of its utter annihilation thanks to the Mother Brain's intrusive network of planet-killing explosives. It's corruption and the self-destruct sequence being a work of the Zebethians, I believe.

"I wonder how it did get corrupted, however." He raised a clawed finger to his chin in mimicry of how humans would gesture when they wished to convey their being in thought. "It did try to destroy Mother. I should know. I was there."

Omega-Alpha stepped forward and stood next to Z'Gato overlooking the armor laid out before them. It was a work of art, much like Samus' old armor. In short, it was the armor that was lost to the SA-X. But, things changed. Now, Aiko carried the armor as a mirror held a reflection; it was the reflection of Samus' past as she had evolved into a woman who held the genetic keys to the Metroid's salvation.

His head pivoted and faced downward to eye Z'gato's arm where the drugs were injected. He could barely see the chemical reactions beginning to take place within the bloodstream behind the electromagnetic fields that displayed the Warrior's emotional state. The creature could see a change in the undercurrent of surface emotions, no doubt similar to those Omega was feeling. This Metroid was well aware of his own addictions to Phazon, and the power and knowledge that came with it.

It was instinctive to seek it out and ingest it. It was a poison to all living things. Radiation was something that Metroids thrived on. However, this type of radiation was a dangerously unique, and the instinctive call to absorb radiation could not discern the difference.

The information he acquired from Z'Gato's infection still tugged at his mind. The story he was told was the same as he had always heard. Only this time, as it was spoken, he could see the apprehension of the Warrior. It was as though the Chozo was hiding something. He was holding something back. He looked as though he was afraid to say it.

"I died on that planet to protect Her," he explained. "I remember the vibrant energies around me. I was a hatchling back then, forced to feed upon anything that the Zebethians threw at me.

"I was taken from Ceres, used as a trap, and nearly ate Her being mad from starvation. Thankfully, at the last moment, I recognized Her.

"Mother took me in from my homeworld, SR-388," he stated as he turned his head to face the armor again. "I know what she did. She was tricked into turning on the Creator's achievement. Us. But, she found it in her heart to spare me. I was the last one, and she was the first I saw.

"That's how she became Mother.

"She took me to Ceres. The humans there took good care of me. They fed me. They kept me warm. I guess I was happy until Ridley took me. Mother came to fetch me, but the cowardly demon took me back to Zebes.

"Zebes is where I died for Her, in service to my Queen." He looked up at the ceiling as though recalling a fond memory. In any other state, he normally would have shivered at the thought of dieing. Being drunk, however, made him see things differently.

One by one, the lights dimmed to total blackness. Omega's skin began to crackle with raw power. Taking a step back, a crazed smile danced across his teething lips as his arms slowly spread out wide.

"Praise be to the Gods who have forced Fate to write me into another chance! How glorious it is to be alive! So many things I have learned. So many foods I have tried. So much has been done in my measly short and lonely life. To be blessed with the power of the Ancients, it is a miracle that I cannot squander. It must be used for the betterment of all....

"Including you, my dear Creator!" As he spoke, arcs of electricity tainted by the hue of Phazon's colors lashed about him quietly buzzing. Mist started to form from his rough blackened skin. It started to take form around him, then floated into two masses. Each of the masses started to take their horrific shapes....

Two Ghosts of Tallon IV.

In the darkness only faintly illuminated by the Phazon forms of Chozo Warriors long past, there could be seen large cliffs in the distance stretching up to nothingness. The ground was rocky and damp. Sounds of water trickling down a cave's wall could be heard in the distance, and a chilly breeze drifted through carrying with it the distinct aromas of old architecture abandoned so long ago. Dulled gold walls of a large chamber with algae oozing down them could barely be seen. The glyph of Lifegiver etched into metal on the floor placed in the center of the chamber. Signs of something extremely large was once living here.

The hissing of the ghostly forms echoed hauntingly in this ancient hall on SR388. Their empty eyes bore deep into the living Warrior before them.

There was only one explanation for something like this: the Phazon within Omega was making for a fast burnout from his system, and it was about to run dry from his body. The intensity of his emotions towards this subject matter was only making his hallucinations worse. His drive had manifested these delusions as something very real.

The only question was that if this was meant to be a hallucination, then what Phazon could do with holding information from whatever cell it was produced from, could they actually be manifestations of it's stored information instead? The Ghosts of Tallon IV was easily explained as there was a large deposit of Phazon there before it was eliminated. The chamber from SR388 had to have been from Omega-Alpha's own memories.

The ship, the armor, everything that was there, was gone for the moment, only at least as far as these two could see.

Omega didn't understand most of what was ingested from Z'Gato's infection, but the Ghosts certainly did.

"Explain!" one hissed.

"Explain!" the other echoed.

"Tell me the rest of the story!" Omega-Alpha was beginning to tremble. The nucleus within his abdomen was pulsing brightly, alternating from a brilliant blue hue to white. "Or are you a coward? It is not me that you should fear. It is only yourself!"

Omega fell to his knees as the violet stripes across his flesh began to glow and burn.
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Z'Gato was speechless. At one moment, he was listening to the creature speak. He was just about to begin putting on his armor when the conversation took a turn, capturing Z'Gato's attention for the moment out of his own interest. However, that moment soon took a turn for the worse as an odd...vision played out before the warrior. He held an arm up to guard his head from an attack he expected, but could not see, yet no attack came, but his eyes soon looked upon the cavern he was standing in, and his eyes grew wide. The two spectres before him, ghosts of a past he had long tried to leave behind.

Father who died of mine betrayal, Brother who died of mine own hand, he whispered to himself in terror in his native tongue as his eyes looked upon the ghostly figures. He felt his knees grow weak, his limbs losing energy just from the sight, but he refused to take a knee just yet. Ancients who manifested in such a form were revered to the Chozo, spectres of ancient wisdom deserving of the utmost respect, yet Z'Gato refused to bow before them, as much as he both hated and wanted to do so.

The ghosts gave their demands, each exclamation ringing through his head like a thousand thunderbolts, each exclamation of 'Explain!' forced him down to one knee. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, but could not. He wanted to tear this illusion away, but could not. This was his nightmare, this was his hell.

When Omega finally blurted out his own demand, Z'Gato felt a chilling ice run through his body. Z'Gato's eyes spoke of a fear and rage unlike any he had displayed before, and the Chozo's body trembled. Z'Gato looked over at the kneeling form of Omega, and the Chozo lowered his head.

"I betrayed them. I betrayed them all..." He said, his voice barely a whisper, yet filled with so much pain and agony as if Z'Gato were on fire. "I wanted power. I wanted strength. The Chozo worlds were captured, destroyed, and enslaved one by one, and no matter how many times we tried to fight the Pirates, we were pushed back. Pushed back to Zebes..." He said, his eyes looking as if he were fixated on some distant object beyond reckoning. "Strength is power, and the strong are the only ones fit to survive in an unforgiving galaxy. The elders had lost sight of it. I had thought...I had thought..." He said, shaking his head. He did not wish to go on, but looking upon the spectres brought another chilling grip in his body. It was a horrifying feeling.

"The Pirates taught me how to be strong. They provided me with implants to make me stronger, faster, better. I went to them, and offered information to take Zebes, the knowledge of Mother Brain. They promised to make me the strongest in the galaxy, a promise I was going to use against them. Once I was strong enough, I could wipe them off the face of the galaxy. I could save Zebes, I could save the Chozo, while proving to the short-sighted elders that peace was not the option for our people."

Z'Gato squeezed his eyes shut, his voice damning him with every breath, his heart ringing in agony, regret, pain, and misery. But above all else, his heart felt fear, the one feeling Z'Gato had wanted to banish from his body forever. He hated being afraid. He was afraid when he was a youngling. He was afraid when he was training. He was afraid when he fought against the pirates for the first time. He wanted to banish the feeling of fear, for fear was weakness. He wanted to be strength incarnate. But he could not stop his trembling.

"I was lied to. Both the Pirates and Mother Brain turned on the Chozo. I was told to fight for the Pirates, just once, to prove to my elders that peace was not the option. The Elders learned of my betrayal, and banished me, and a great hatred filled my heart. If they were not strong enough to change and face this enemy, I would burn the world myself. So great was my anger..." He said, his voice mirroring that anger and rage, his clawed hands curling into fists. "...I joined the siege. My body did not fight with logic, training, or desperation. I fought with anger and instinct. Many of the soldiers used to protect Zebes specifically attacked me, knowing my betrayal, and desired my death. I fought through them all. My father died in the siege. When I moved to confront the elders of Zebes, my brother blocked my progress. He fought against me to stall me, giving the elders time to escape. Once upon a time, my brother could defeat me in any contest or fight we both participated in. But in that fight...I was fuelled by rage and bloodlust. He could not stop my wrath, and in the end, I destroyed him."

Z'Gato bowed his head once again, his body trembling from the icy grip around it, the fear, the horror, the suffering in his heart. He wanted to die, yet he did not have the strength enough to save the Chozo, he did not have the strength to save Zebes, and he did not have the strength to kill himself. He gritted his teeth, a whirlwind of emotions filling his heart as he finally stood to his full height, staring at the spectres of his past.

"I regret everything! I was a young warrior who aspired to more than he could ever be, who tried to play the universe, but was played in turn! You have your confession! Now kill me or leave me be!" He demanded, pointing at the ghosts of his past.
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"Neither!" they shrieked in unison with righteous fury like none had ever known.

"Not worthy of death!" cried one.

"Not worthy of release!" the other hissed.

Indeed, Z'Gato was at Hell's gates. The two ghosts before him began to stretch and dissolve, their cries and shrieking reaching a crescendo that one would think it would break the world about him. Metal clanking could be heard from behind him, like a discordant wind chime rattling in a hurricane. The Warrior's armor came before him arranging itself in midair as it spun about him.

"You must prove your worth to earn your freedom from this hell," hearkened one.

"Or, be forever a slave to your fear!" spat the second one.

Loud metal clanking echoed throughout the chamber as the armor pieces fell into place around Z'Gato, snapping and latching, fitting snugly into place as though it were as new as the day it was bestowed upon him. It was white with black and grey barrier plates and generator housings.

And, just as soon as it finished forming, the scene faded back to where they were supposed to be: within the ship, lit up and quiet. The armor was powered up, but was no longer black, grey, and white. The HUD showed a new armor permutation ability, but it was marked with an "unknown" glyph, and it was locked out and unable to be used.

"Forgive," a lilted trill came from the floor. Omega-Alpha was back to his green and violet-striped self with patches of ashes dusted over his flesh where the Phazon mutations had made their physical appearance. His eyes were dusted over with a similar ash. He huffed and blew ash from his mouth. The tongue that worked so eloquently to help convey his twisted thoughts had reverted as well.

He was suddenly sorry for the nightmare he had expressed upon a Creator. His instincts cried out against the very thought of turning on him, but the Phazon had said otherwise. Now that the Phazon was gone, he was left with an empty feeling, and withdrawal.

In this short moment, he even seemed more.... mature.

"That not me," he whimpered while laying on the deck. "But need go home. SR388. Feel right."
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Z'Gato fell on his knees, his armor providing very little comfort to the torrent of feelings in his gut. He was not worthy of death or release. He was breathing heavily, keeping the tears from falling from his eyes, and like a great rage, he slammed his armored fist into the floor before him, his gauntlet making a sizeable dent in the floor of his ship, but did not puncture it. He let out a growl, then sigh, as his body ceased shaking. The vision was gone, the hell was beaten back, at least for now.

Now, he could be back in reality. The temporary exile had made him doubt himself with every fiber of his being, a feeling he absolutely abhorred, but he had voiced his story and confession. A story he had not wished to retell, and yet it had played out like some bad tragedy, haunting his nightmares every time he slept. But now...now the reality of his treason was known and voiced, as if the whole galaxy knew of his fault. Things would not get better. They would only get worse from here on out, or at least, that was what the back of his mind told him.

It took a long moment for Z'Gato to regain his composure, his mind and heart still suffering from the guilt and pain of his hell, but he now, at least, stood tall again. Or, at least, as tall as a man judged 'unworthy' could. He looked at his armored form, wondering what the new permutation could mean, but at the same time, he dreaded what 'proving his worth' meant. It could be anything. Death on the battlefield was what Z'Gato sought for, and yet a feeling deep down told him that would not occur. There had to be something else to be sacrificed...maybe...

Z'Gato shook his head and looked over at Omega. "I had heard Phazon poisoning can manipulate one's mind, but regardless, you have your story...you know my hell..." He said before looking up. "We will go where you wish, soon. Maybe by going there as well, I might find the answers I seek," He said, before looking over his shoulder and moving over to help Omega to his feet.
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Jenosa looked up at Alissa in mild surprise with a sweat covered face, her bands of hair matted against her face because there was so much. She had honestly did not expect such genuine concern from a person such as Alissa, who seemed to be a more logically inclined person emotional. Especially considering the hunter had just risked her life just to obtain a suit; even Jenosa, under normal circumstances and in Alissa's position, would have been disgruntled after that kind of situation.

And yet, Jenosa recalled, Alissa could have refused and left if she had really wanted to. In a quick few seconds, her mind connected the dots in what was really happening, and she responded to Alissa with a silent, wry smile.

“ Your...abilities are....taxing, aren't they?” Alissa finished.

Jenosa chuckled, "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Actually...now that Alissa did mention it, Jenosa realized that her abilities had been taxing her; except she found it very disturbing that she hadn't been aware of how far she had pushed herself until now. Why, she asked herself, of all things, didn't she feel the strain, especially considering her current state? Never before in her life had she sweat so much without doing any huge, physical workout; nor did her arms and hands feel so hot - excluding searing ache on her palms. Or how her heart beating so fast, and so hard against her chest. Heck, the only improvement over the last few minutes had been her breathing, which was still laboured.

She definitely needed a place to rest, recoup and reflect, especially after a long and stressful day like this one; her capture and blood sample being the biggest factors. Alissa, oddly enough, gave her what she wanted: a place of privacy - although Jenosa doubt she understood the stress she was going through at the moment, and presumed Alissa programmed logic.

And yet as she grabbed her suit, Jenosa looked into Alissa’s eyes and, despite their almost colorless appearance, Jenosa saw a glimmer of sympathetic understanding in them. Maybe it was just her imagination, but it looked as thought Alissa did understand something about her; and Jenosa wondered what it was

Jenosa smiled warmly as she shook ALissa's shoulder in thanks before she entered the room groggily, and as the door closed, Alissa said, “If you need anything…”

“-just hauler for you until you get an aneurism,” Jenosa finished for her, even if though the door had fully closed by then.

There, Jenosa stood in isolated silence, her heart pounding harder than ever, and her mind thinking in solace.

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It was only a few minutes before Jenosa rung the com unit in her room asking for Alissa to bring her some food and water. When the woman entered the room, she could see Jenosa sitting beside her suit on the bench. Her breathing was obviously much better and most of the sweat was gone…yet there was some pain on her face as she accepted the food. She grabbed Alissa’s arm and ask, “Hey, do you mind if we talk for a minute?”
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“Hey, do you mind if we talk for a minute?”

Alissa looked down to the hand that was preventing her from leaving for the moment. She blinked quietly looking from the hand towards Jenossa a moment before nodding.

“Alright”

Part of her was curious to see what it was that the other hunter wished to talk about. But there was another part of her that was fairly aware of the fact that she had very little experience in dealing with people, at least as herself. Her training had included personality templates, but that was always false in her mind, it was more conditioning.

She moved towards the workbench she used to work on her weapons and began to divest herself of those she was still carrying.

“What about?”
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(My apologies for the massive delay, reality has a way of catching up with new jobs and all.)'

As the rainstorm began to rage outside, Travis was propped up in his bed, having plugged the acquired computer system into a separate network. His eyes slitted as he viewed over the holoscreen in front of him.

Like a systematic machine, his eyes went row by row over the contents.

The first item of interest was a list of names that stood out.

(Bulletproof Bill... Starfire... Texas Red... aliases?)

His mind poured over the contents. It was likely that these were clients of Delacroix, in some way shape or form.

That is, until he read the name Build Me Up Buttercup... either that was a name for a really vain-

Ugh, he didn't want to finish that thought.

Soon enough, Travis' suspicions were proven correct. This was a roster for a horse race. In the time that humanity linked up with the rest of the galaxy, the sport of horse racing had caught on. Apparently the equestrian animals had proven very popular the Milky Way over.

It made sense that Delacroix would be involved with horse races in any form; after all, Vega had mentioned that he was watching a college American Football game with him; he probably had his hand in every big competitive sport.

Next came something he had been expecting all along.

(... I know this technology. This is... the Plasma Beam... and the Power Bomb... it doesn't look like he's found any working versions of the chozo armor, thank heaven... If he had I'm pretty sure *she* would've shown up here awhile ago...)

It appeared it had been Delacroix distributing the Chozo technology all along. Weapons of course had been the primary profit it appeared, but that didn't rule out anything that wasn't listed.

But that was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Oh my gosh..." He said aloud to himself as he came across the next file.

("Compound 12.13.AB.PC to be injected into cardiac muscle and neural pathways to begin the process. Two weeks later begin infusion into skeletal muscles via intravenous insertion"... this is a blueprint for infusing humanoids with Phazon!)

So it appeared that Chozo technology wasn't the only thing Delacroix had access to... and if this document was already copied, then the woman from earlier was only the beginning of this process.

(Y'know, I don't want to be a crusader, but if I find that phazon, I'm nuking. That stuff is too dangerous for human hands period, it corrupts anyone it touches.)

He wasn't ready for the last file though.

"What is this..." He growled, shuffling his feet around at the foot of the bed.

These names... he knew these names.

Jimmy Vega, Constable Banks, Klein William.... and it was certainly larger then that. He didn't even know most of these people, but some of them were prominent figures.

Travis tightened his hands into fists.

"If I find that son of a bitch, I'm going to find out how deep the rabbit hole goes... I might make some money on the side too. Constantine?"

["Yes, Travis?"]

"As soon as Alissa and Jenosa return either to this ship or the Black Bird, let me know... there's something I want to ask our new friend."

There were too many, far too many names to tackle this all at once, so Travis decided he would start small and start with what he knew. And at that moment, his biggest question at the moment?

Why was Jimmy Vega was on a list of contacts Delacroix kept...?

This whole bounty was beginning to stink like a festering corpse...
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Half way back to Travis Clark's ship, Omega-Alpha was on his own feet again. The nucleus in his abdomen had stabilized to the typical pulsing rhythms and colors. The violet stripes and patterns across his skin had mended. There was just one important thing that remained:

The hunger response had returned from it's Phazon induced hiatus. It tugged him down so low as to take a moment here and there to snag anything from a wandering rodent to a stray cat. Anything he could get his claws on to take the edge off on the short walk down to the hangar would help ease the feeling that everyone else was food.

And, he never apologized to Z'gato for this behavior. After all, he was merely doing what a Metroid does. Eat.

A trip that should have taken fifteen minutes turned into forty-five. Of course Omega was unaware of such things. Time was beyond his sense of reason. It was irrelevant by design, or possibly in neglect of it. Regardless, the detail of time wasn't something he was concerned about. He was merely only aware of time passing in his own sense.

A day ended when the sun set. A night began when the light was gone. "How many" involved a numerical concept. "Many" and "few" were terms he understood. The detail of it wasn't important, just as "soon" and "later" was understandable as opposed to "minutes" and "hours".

He figured he had "time" to catch a light snack on the way. He did say that he was going to try and meet up with Dead-Eye as "soon" as he could. The night "just" started. In his perception, not much time had passed at all.

Four dust piles were left in the wake.

They arrived at their destination and entered by invitation without issue. Omega began to wonder what Travis kept in his fridge.

As natural as breathing, Omega-Alpha looked directly at the life-force of Constantine (rather than looking directly at a holographic image of his avatar). His right hand reached back behind his neck where he planted the comm-link Travis gave him and plucked it off his skin. He held it between two claw tips and pointed at it with his left claws.

"Want where?" he asked. "Back now. Dead-Eye ready?"

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The rain had grown progressively worse, but that didn't really bother Travis inside the confines of his ship.

Taking advantage of the extensive time that it had taken for Omega to get back, Travis had been laying down within his room on-board, allowing the medications to kick in.

In a few minutes he would be combat-ready once more.. the powerful medicines Alana had pumped into him were working like a charm. Already he could feel the wounds and bruises mending under their sway, slowly ebbing away. In five more minutes they would be completely gone.

"In five minutes, yes." Constantine replied to Omega, his full-body hologram shimmering into existence somewhere between the door leading to Travis' quarters and the cockpit. "Could you please stick those right there onto the counter? I'll have Travis take care of it later."

There was a clanging of footsteps out from the quarters and into the cockpit as Travis stepped out, clad in some type of under-armor. It was clearly light composite of some type, it's black fibers reaching all the way up to his neck. and covering his hands except for his wrist device.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Omega, I had the poor fortune of stepping on a mine back there. I'm okay now though." He regarded the metroid with a grin. "Feeling alright? You seem... uneasy for some reason, to me, don't know why though. Anyway...

"Constantine, is the suit ready?" He asked the bearded projection, stretching his arms and neck quickly.

"It is, Travis. I've placed it back together in the Neutrino-flash chamber and have replaced the damaged kneeguard. Everything looks green... re-engaging the Neutrino flash system."

There was a moment as the lighting aboard the Arctic Storm shimmered dim for a second, as if power was shifting around aboard the vessel before returning to normal, and a vimming sound was heard somewhere aboard.

"Alright... here we go, engaging." Travis pushed the button on his wrist device.

What Omega would behold within his vision of energies was a spectacle; at speeds almost impossible to follow, particles zoomed by and a brilliant flash of energy filled the room. The rays danced around Travis, latching to certain section of his form before slowing down. More and more rays reached out in the brilliant performance, until they climaxed, and faded.

Through use of the Neutrino-flash system, it made it appear like Travis was indeed pulling his suit from "out of his ass". But for Omega, oh, he would know better, far better. The energies coalesced around Travis completely, and a brilliant flash filled the room.

"Ready whenever you are, Omega. Although, I think we should wait to at least hear from Jenosa and Alissa before we do anything." Travis finished through his helmet, looking out through the visor of his armor. The armor had been cleaned and fully maintained, like nothing had happened to it or the man inside.
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Z'Gato had stepped onto Clark's ship, just then seeing the bounty hunter re-don his armor. It was an interesting sight, to be sure, but the recent 'event' on the Chozo's own ship had seemingly mellowed him out, if only for the moment. As if on instinct, however, Z'Gato's body language immediately hardened as usual.

"You have yet to hear from them? I would have thought they would be back by now," He said, more puzzlement in his voice rather than the usual apathy. If Travis was paying attention, he might have noticed the change as well, though it was difficult for the Chozo to hide his momentary anxiety and silence after his brush with those ghosts.

"At any rate, now that Jenosa has been rescued, perhaps we can get back to what we were doing: Stopping the production of those Ice Beam weapons. Those goons must have some sort of Chozo data or weapon with which to copy for their designs."
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