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Resurrection; The Closing of a Saga
Topic Started: Jan 14 2008, 05:23 AM (4,626 Views)
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Aiko’s eyes opened as A’xun finally addressed her. She heard his entire conversation with Rin’tal. In the past she would’ve been angrily offended by being considered as an inferior, but now that she had grown in experience and knowledge she was quite amused. These two pirates had no idea what they were really dealing with, and it was because of this inside joke that she tolerated the banter between them.

That A’xun could be as mischievous as a human sometimes!

“I copy you. Stand by.”

Aiko called up the ship’s passive scans once again, confirming A’xun’s visual assessment of Jimmy Vega’s property. She knew Narssek’s and T’kran’s energy signatures by heart, but she wasn’t familiar with Yuur or Z’gato.

She bristled. Z’gato was Chozo?! That was impossible, they were extinct! A snarl erupted from her lips before she caught herself. The line to A’xun was still open. Oh well, he knew she was weird anyway.

“I’ve uploaded a map to the network you can access with your implants. There is a power generator to the south-southeast. I would monitor it but otherwise ignore it. Any attacker would hit that first since humans can’t see well in the dark, and you are crossing into the night horizon soon. I recommend evacuating everyone into the driveway. You’ll can use the walls surrounding the property for cover, and the courtyard and adjoining road is wide enough for me to slip the ship in and lift you out.”

There was a pause over the radio.

“Oh, and Rin’tal’s chair is very comfortable. I thought he’d like to know,” she finished with a smirk.

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"Mother," Omega chirred as he looked at the floor. "Sorry. I couldn't help but think that."

Samus blinked and tore her eyes away from the small child in the back of the bus. She didn’t even realize her gaze had shifted and couldn’t remember looking back in the first place. Her stomach was growling, but she knew she just ate an hour ago. Normally a meal like the one she ate at the fair for lunch would be enough to hold her for several hours. Today though her hunger was like a bottomless pit, and honestly it baffled her.

Omega’s statement confused her too, but her sharp mind quickly figured out what was going on. Since Omega had grown into his Zeta stage, the empathic bond between them had grown exponentially stronger than any of his previous phases. She had always picked up on his emotions, but now she was experiencing his hunger and seeing what he was seeing?

She felt the stirrings of uncertain excitement. This was incredible. Was this how metroid society was supposed to be? She was the inverse of Omega… mostly human with some metroid. If Omega had this strong of a link with her, would his connection with other members of his own species hold an even greater depth? Despite the fact that she was no scientist, she couldn’t help but be absolutely fascinated and happy to be experiencing something so unique and special.

Well, except for being hungry all the time. She’d have to get Omega fed and soon. While Omega could eat all he wanted and not gain any weight, Samus would turn into a blimp if she wasn’t careful.

Samus leaned into Omega on the crowded bus and felt his purring acceptance. The contact was enough to distract him from his hunger, and she felt the ache ease.

“You can’t help what you are. It’s not wrong to think those things, just wrong to act on them. I’ll get you something to eat as soon as we get to the bar, I promise.”

The bus shuddered to a stop rather quickly. The person behind Samus was caught by surprise and fell into her. She was prepared, however, and rested most of her weight against Omega to catch the man. If she hadn’t, the poor man would’ve surely tripped over Omega’s long ankles and hurt himself against the metroid’s thick, heavily armored tail. He apologized profusely, quite embarrassed. Samus assured him that it was fine, and she grabbed Omega’s hand and guided him out of the bus. Adam and the others followed.

It was still too early for the bar to be busy, but she knew that within the next few hours that it would attract a lively and fun crowd. There was a live band scheduled to play tonight because of the festival, and the cooks were busy in the back trying to prepare for the throngs that were going to arrive.

She looked across the wide building and finally spotted a table next to a heating duct. She led Omega to it before she walked up to the bar with Adam and ordered a burger for herself and four servings of bloodspore, Omega’s favorite dish. It was hard to come by on Mars and very expensive, but she knew this establishment was one of the few that boasted the exotic meal. It was generally more of a contest of wills than an actual meal, since bloodspore tasted foul to humans. Most bars kept it for their non-human guests.

As Samus walked back to Omega, something tickled her nose. She stopped and sneezed, but the sensation didn’t go away. There was something weird going on, and she didn’t think her nose was the problem.

“Omega, do you… smell something odd?”
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After the group had left the alleyway they had followed Samus to a buss stand, where shortly after they had stepped on a buss that was supposed to go near a bar Samus thought to be good, wheter the food was good or not there didnt matter to Twilight, since he didnt eat in the general sense, no he absorbed energy from the dark atmosphere in his ship and the light crystal in his chest, however if it allowed them a place to "talk" without anyone evesdropping it served its purpouse.

Twilight was standing a few meters infront of Omega and Samus, as he assumed she did not want him behind her, it would be best to comply as much as possible. If he could potentially earn her trust, or atleast come to some form of agreement, he might leave this planet alive. However in the midst of this logical thinking he was confused, not over where they were, or what they were doing, no it was because of the new... Feeling.. That had come up after he had been acknowledged as Omega's friend, he couldent make sense of it.

Twilight turned his helmeted head around to look at his "companions" when he heard Omega say something like "Sorry mother, I couldent help but think that" And not long after Samus responded in a calming way, despite being so different physically those two seemed to have a deep bond, it was amazing how different the Ing were from all other species. Humans had a wide aray of emotions, metroids apparently had some form of bond, Omega Alpha and Samus seemed to have both, what did he have? All he remembered from his time on Aether was anger, hate, malice... Was that all the Ing were? He couldent deny it, he was jealous of Omega.

It did not take long before the buss stoped, making someone behind Samus who wasnt prepared almost fall over both her and Omega, that could potentialy have gone bad, however Samus seemed to have it under controll, and when he saw that Samus was stepping off the buss he followed her and the others that was before him. After a short walk they reached the bar, upon which Samus went up to the desk and ordered some food for her and Omega, though just as she was on her way back to Omega she sneezed, and though it was only for a moment she seemed to have a confused look on her face. “Omega, do you… smell something odd?”

Twilight looked around the bar, though he couldent see anything strange there was something about the atmosphere that stuck out for him, he couldent quite figure out what it was though, it was like remnants of something that had remained after the source left. 'Well if it truly is anything to worry about I'm sure Omega has noticed what it was' Twilight thought as he walked up to the table Samus and Omega was at and sat down on the opposite side of Samus, waiting to see what Omega would say, and if Samus decided to continue question him.
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Jenosa blinked in momentary surprise as the strange girl who had the face of a walking statue started giving her advice about her situation; a situation that she really didn't know or fully understand the details, or without Jenosa telling her what was really happening. She just came up to her as a complete stranger and started talking.

Not that it should have been weird, but receiving these "words of wisdom" still felt odd.

"Yeah, I was wondering where we're going," she spoke in a normal tone that belied her true feelings and thoughts. "The names Jenosa, by the way." Ummmmm, thanks!

Despite the awkward moment, Lorrilal had provoked some thoughts about herself. Admittedly, she didn't quite view herself as a monster, but she did have a fear of what was come of her new physiology; she was afraid of herself, an idea that she never though would happen. It didn't seem possible for that to happen, and could only happen as if the laws of physics were distorted.

But she was, she realized. Lorrilal, whoever the heck she really was, made her think twice about herself, and that she could be doing more harm to herself than good. More harm to her self-esteem. She always felt she wasn't being herself, and often thought it just had to do with living it up in Federation space than her home territory. A place in space where she had set her reputation.

Now she knew it was how she feared herself that had begun to affect her attitude, she reflected as they wait for the bus. She knew she had to stop this, for she had already known that 'change' was inedible.

Yet the fear was deeply rooted, and was not going to become easily undone. Her fight with these virulent organisms had assured that, and there was still a stubborn part of her that did fully accept that she had a problem.

...Perhaps she would have to finally shed that "past" youth of her. She had learned that change was inedible, that the road was never strait; just never like this.

She decided to drop the topic. She had never thought so much about herself in her life, and felt it might be best if she focused her attention on what was actually happening around her.

Funny, but now that she spent more time paying attention to what was around her, being able to see another spectrum quite fun. She realized how useful it could be in later missions, and how an opponent would be baffled by how she avoided his traps. She gave finally gave one her genuine smirks at the ideas in her head.

Well, for a moment, until she observed how Samus was acting like a mother to Omega. Seeing that made her think about her family: What would they think of me the way I am now? A thought she shortly pondered by pushed to the back of her mind.

There was a reason why she ran away from home.

Finally, they made it to the bar. Jenosa was thankful it wasn't that crowded, as bars weren't her favorite place. She didn’t mind a few swigs of liquor every now and then, but bars were the last place she wanted to have alcohol; or spend her free time.

She heard Samus speak about the smell, but she wasn't quite sure what 'odd' smell she was referring too. Admittedly, there was a whiff in the air that smells slightly familiar, but she just took as a part of the Martian atmosphere at work.
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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(OOC: Hahahaha *points to today’s date* the irony is most certainly not lost on me XD)

Lorrilal looked at Jenosa. It may not have been a total epiphany, but it was a seed, planted in the cracks of the concrete. She sat quietly in the bus, her thoughts and memories like a shroud over her mind.

Enigma hadn’t been so lucky. No one ever really knew how much Lorrilal’s mother felt about herself, no one but her small Fae child. She thought herself a disgrace to their people, becoming something other than what was intended. Enigma had started out as a Fae, but had died out in a massive disease that wiped out the entire race. Unknowing to those that created Trisha, Enigma had implanted her conciousness in her half-daughter, later jumping over to an appropriate creature and using the mass of its remains to build herself a new body.

It looked just like her original, with many of the same properties of a Fae, but it was still loathsome to her. She acted as she always had in front of others, but when they were alone in her room, Lorrilal would see her mother become an entirely different person. Someone angry and loathsome of herself. Lorrilal sometimes wondered if Enigma hated her too, seeing as how she was a product of Enigma’s new, non-Fae body, and subject to the same out of place DNA, not once had she shown any signs.

Eventually it had gotten to be too much for her and she was driven insane. Lorrilal hid it, saying that her mother had gotten sick, and they settled down on a planet for awhile. No one but Lori knew that Enigma had killed herself. As far as she knew, her mother’s remains were still in the cavern where she lived.

Lorrilal took a different view than her mother. Rather than see herself as a twisted mutation, she was nothing more than an evolution out of simple need for survival. Much like how a farmer would cross-pollinate two plants to be both beautiful and strong.

She wished she had thought of it soon enough to tell her mother.

“Hey” came a soft voice she recognized as Ben’s. “You want something to eat?”

Lorrilal looked up, realizing they had arrived at some kind of bar. So she took a seat at table. “I’m not hungry, and aren’t I underage to be in here?”

“You really should eat something. Legal drinking age doesn’t really count of species mature at different ages. If anyone gives us any crap about it, I’ll just talk to ‘em.”

“You know I don’t have to eat anything.”

Ben’s eyebrows came together. “I don’t want you to starve.”

“I won’t. You didn’t feed me for over a week once and I was okay.”

“I thought you knew how to cook!”

“I don’t.”

“Enigma could, well, not at first, but once she got really good, she could make anything this side of-“

Lorrilal rested her head on the table and looked away. “Please don’t talk about my mother right now.”

Ben leaned over to look at the girl, but she turned in the opposite direction, unwilling to meet his conserned gaze. “Okay, I understand. I’m getting some cheesy fries, feel free to steal any at any time.”

When got up and left to order, he was a pen and piece of paper lighter. Lorrilal unfolded the sheet, barely taking note it was an old recipt, and began to write.

Halfway into it, she began to smile.

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Your name is Omega
You don’t belong to Sega
‘Cause then you’d be Sonic
My love for you is platonic

It’s like loving a PS2
Though the love might be true
I do not touch you
Just the controller, woo!

Manga is cool
Samus can drool
She’s really lame
But you’re not to blame

While she is most dumb
You are most yum
While she smells like gin
You smell like win

I have been shot by Cupid
(did I mention Samus is stupid?)
And am now in love with you
And Ben hopes we never screw


Squirt paused. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea afterall. It was her third time attemping a poem for Lorrilal to give to Omega, and she just couldn’t seem to get a few lines in before bashing Samus. Yes, they had lessened considerably in both numbers and vulgarity. Maybe if it was something simpler, like a haiku.

Samus is stupid
I hope she will be fat soon
Hey, want to go out?


“Argh!” Squirt crumpled up her paper and slammed it on the bar. If only she could drink her frustrations away, like other people did. So far though, her body had yet to show any need for consumption of external energy sources. She didn’t want to find out what would happen if she tried though. She’d seen the movie AI, the one with the little creepy kid, and damned if she was going to melt.

Maybe Lori could just make Omega a necklace out of macaroni or something? It wasn’t like the Metroid knew what human dating ettiquate was all about. Of course, Squirt only knew things about it from her manga, and maybe big-eyed people with magical powers didn’t have all the answers? She looked around. None of them looked like they would be of any help. Ben was Ben, Jenosa had her own problems, Twilight could prove useful maybe (that handsome devil), Adam was a relic, and Samus was probably as romatic as a Neanderthal with half his head bashed in. She had to give some credit to the caveman though, at least he would be more attractive.

Squirt watched Lorrilal writing something on a piece of paper, the girl looked almost…happy. The GI had seen pseudo-happiness in Lori before, but this was weird. Squirt could even tell that the Fae’s heartbeat had increased again, her blood rushing to her face giving it a darker-tinge known to humans as a blush. Whatever she wrote, she finished by the time Ben sat down, there was just a second of conversation between the two before Lorrilal snatched Ben’s fries and ran over to Omega.

Squirt couldn’t help but crack a smile and cause the television in the corner to flicker.

~

“You looked hungry on the bus” Lorrilal said. Realizing that, of all things there, she had indeed noticed the twitchy Metroid “and I’ve heard some stories about it from the others. Here.” She took a seat next to him before anyone had a chance and slid the cheesy fries over in front of him. “I wrote something for you too.” She then tucked the poem just under one corner of the fries, it read.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You’re mostly green
And I am too

It’s you that I like
Though I might look a tyke
I am quite capable
Of being inescapable

I hope you understand
And that you take my hand
Though the darkness of future I view
Something deep
Between me
And you


“Um” she gave his arm a quick hug. “Bye” she said in a giggly tone before sliding back off and running back to her table with Ben.

“I don’t want you messing with Omega” Ben said, lamenting slightly over his lost food. “I’m not comfortable with the idea.”

“He makes me happy.” She said, her demeaner quickly returning to normal. “He makes me forget about sad things. Like mom” her eyes finally met Ben’s “or Trisha.”

Ben sighed “okay, I’ll see if I can’t restrain myself a little. But…” he hesitated “I don’t know if Jingles can even read.”

It was like the floor had opened up under Lorrilal, she face turned nearly white and sank into her seat.
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Her vantage point on the roof gave Grace a perfect view of the two Pirate scouts that were watching the house. They had their cloaking devices active, but their thermal images burned in her visor. Even with the visor switched off though, she could still see them. No cloaking device was perfect; there would always be that faint shimmer in the air, like heat rising off of asphalt on a hot summer day. It was less visible if you stood still, but Grace's eyes were sharp. Even at this distance she could detect it. Barely, but it was definitely there.

For a moment, she considered firing a warning shot in their direction, just to let them know that they weren't fooling anyone out there. However, she quickly abandoned that thought. Instead, she pointed to her eyes and then in their direction. I see you, she silently told them.

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Nick led Narssek and his compatriots up to the front door and let them inside. Jimmy and Casey were waiting for them in the living room.

"Hello gentlemen. My name is Jimmy Vega. I've been led to believe you're plotting a coup d’état."
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"Well, yea', she'll fly, but she ain't exactly the best in condition. I thought ya wanted a full tune up?" The garage manager asked in response to Z'Gato's demand that they finish up what repairs were absolutely necessary within the hour.

"The reason is my business. Can your crew do it?" Z'Gato asked, his voice showing a bit of irritation. Had Z'Gato not been wearing a huge trench coat, they might have seen some of his feathers start to stand on end.

"Aye, we'll get 'er flyin' in no time. Naturally we'll only charge ya what we've done, rather than the full price of the tune-up," The manager said before going off to direct his crew.

"Capital," Z'Gato said sarcastically. It wasn't the fact that the man's slang had made understanding him difficult, it was the fact that he was speaking the specific names of "this part" or "that part" when Z'Gato had NO IDEA what any of it meant. Finally, he had waved the man on saying "Do whatever it is that you do," so he could let his mind recover from the small headache that was forming.

With that done, he hauled his two dufflebags onto his shoulders and walked towards his ship, their weight only partially annoying him, but the fact he was getting some small semblance to a workout made their weight somewhat moot. As he approached the ship, he noticed a few of the technicians quickly put what replacement parts they could into the ship before having to reattach the hull armor. As they did so, Z'Gato began pulling his Chozo Armor out of the dufflebag it had been in, inspecting it as he did so for any damage. None found, which was always good.

Strange...

He was eager about leaving this planet, yet not-so-eager about entering the void of space, or going to the Admiral's ship...The so-called "final frontier" gave one too much time to think about things...past, present...future. For no apparent reason, Z'Gato undressed and began slipping on pieces of his armor. It seemed with each plate he slipped on, it felt like another part of him, once removed, had become attached again, as if he was being reunited with something that had been part of his body.

And in a way, it was.

For so long...for so long he devoted himself to this armor...the path of the warrior. It felt safe, comforting, and empowering at the same time. It was more of a home than any other, in his mind. He cleared his mind, and punched out in front of himself quickly, noting the left arm of the armor was just as quick and accurate as he could remember. It was...a certain thrill each time he attacked, rolled, jumped, or did anything else in the armor. It had gotten to the point where he felt that the armor wasn't slowing him down; On the contrary, it was possible that he was slowing the warrior spirit within the armor...

His mind flashed back to the meeting between himself, and all of those Zebethians, and that other leadership figure...couldn't remember her name, but Z'Gato knew she was a big help to Narssek at this stage...or at least would be. Then he remembered that human named "Nick". He didn't trust the man, and perhaps Z'Gato should have followed them when Narssek had opened the invitation. But even now, all he had was a frequency, which he keyed into his armor's communication's bank. There was no way for him to determine a location using that frequency, as far as he knew. He didn't even know the name of Narssek's ship, should he want to address it or approach it. Did it even use the same frequency?

This was the same inaction he loathed...and he meant to remedy that!

He exited out of his ship and the hangar, making his way at a decent sprint back to the bar he first met Narssek. It had taken a little while, but he hoped that, for some reason, he would hopefully be able to find a trail or...something...

This must be what humans called "winging it."
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“If you will excuse me, I’d like to take my leave now,” Arquil said. She stood up and walked to Narssek. She quietly said, “A covert operative should be arriving to escort you soon.” With that, she left the bar.

She opened up her communicator. “My business is done. Where are you now?”

“Oh, we’re around,” Scout said from his exceedingly comfortable chair in the bridge of Corsair, the Garling flagship. He was idly watching several of the ensigns trying to guess the weapon safety code on the Aurora Beam. Skrolek was standing nearby, just in case they actually did figure it out.

“On Corsair?” Arquil asked.

“Yes ma’am,” Scout said.

“All right then, I’ll be right up,” Arquil said. She closed her communicator. She took a look at the dagger that Narssek gave her, then strode off to find her shuttle.

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The covert ops corvette Glimmer came out of hyperspace above Mars. It settled near Corsair.

“Orders, your highness?” Reskir asked Arquil.

“When I am informed of Narssek’s position, then I will tell you, and you may go to escort the freighter.”

“Yes ma’am.”

((It was a covert ops frigate before, but now it’s a corvette. Go figure.))
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It was happy times for the Metroid as they entered the establishment with his cloak curled around his body and hood over his head. Spirits and food and friends and more food. Food was the topic of the hour, as it was every hour for the troupe's hungry friend. First, he was going to sample the blood spore he so loved, then perhaps a hind quarter of good old Angus cow. Then, as a dessert, perhaps Zebethian....

That's what made him think of dessert. He detected the presence of deteriorating Zebethian signatures. He knew the alien pirate race didn't normally trespass these parts of the galaxy, as his Mother once told him. He thought it'd be free from the delectable scents. It started to drive him to hunger even harder. Though he was taught over and over again that to think such thoughts about sentients is fine so long as he never acted on them (and to think them was only natural to him), he couldn't help from past experiences with Zebethians that they were prime pickings to be had.

Either he was deep in contemplation, or lost to his hunger. His face went slack after only a few feet through the threshold of the doorway. Without him willing it, he strode over to a table and looked it over carefully. Pulling each chair out, not so much from politeness towards his comrades, but merely hunting for scraps of those who were here, he ducked his body in such a way that his back was horizontal while his legs held him low. His eyes searched under the table and hovered closely over the chair seats. This accidentally lifted the cloak's hem because the tail stuck straight out behind him.

His tail wagged vertically in a rapid succession of pulses. Tiny and quiet little vibrato cries slipped from between his parted lips. Through his inspection, he could tell that there were two non-Zebethians present at this table some time ago. Due to his lack of ability to tell time and use math, he couldn't discern how long ago (by human standards). But, he managed to finally sit down in a chair that didn't hold the pirates' scent.

The little girl, Lorrilal, finally broke his trance as easily as a rock thrown into a pond's still surface. By this time, people had been ordering their foods and drinks, and apparently, Ben wound up one plate of cheesy fries less. It was so subtle, yet so easy for her. Only two others had such luck with bringing him back down to awareness: Trisha, and Samus. Even then, it took them a little more effort to do so.

Even Omega-Alpha was baffled by how this little girl was able to do it so easily. Could the Fae have had some connection to the Metroids before? Could it just be her relationship from the Grace when he was an Alpha Stage? Or, could it be that she was simply not on the menu? How tame the Zeta Stage Metroid suddenly fell with just a few simple words.

She left him a gift of Ben's cheesy fries, and a slip of paper. Though he couldn't eat what was on the plate being that it was vegetable and dairy matter, he did pick up the paper slip carefully between his finger pads and read the message.

From his point of view, he was able to see through the paper. On the side facing his eyes, it was blank, but he was able to see the texture differences that allowed him to read the ink from the other side. Even though he did know how to read, the image confused him. Then, he got the bright idea to turn it over.

One aspect of him became confused as he read the poem. It had a rhythm to it that was almost alien to him, but familiar in the aspect that it just felt like a heartbeat Omega had heard before. It was almost hypnotic and entrancing as the words flowed through his eyes and out to the rest of his body. He was reminded of the time when he was an Alpha stage on Samus' ship en route to SR388 for the first time since he was a hatchling. While she piloted, he curled up next to her on the floorboard and rested his face against her thigh. He could feel the throb of her pulse as blood raced through the powerful Common Iliac vein from the outside of her thigh.

A pulse was like blood, blood was like life, and life was like food. This girl, who's words used a life-like rhythm, sang to his instincts with ink. It intrigued him so much that he failed to notice that his own violet stripes were beginning to glow across his skin and pulse in his nucleus' own rhythm... matching the words.

He was blushing.

But, she was just a girl! From being impressed upon Samus as a hatchling, this meant that he saw her as 'Mother'. This also meant that Omega-Alpha's ideal of beauty and attraction was skewed towards such aspects: human adult females. In a matriarchal society, such as the Metroid Species was, the male had to attract the Queen's attention in such a way that she'd want to select him for mating. That meant that, in Omega's case, he'd have to show off. He'd even flirted a number of instances, none of which would pick up on his intentions of "showing off" for the female to select him. This, amusingly enough, even included his roommate back on the Randklev, Aiko.

That was why he was so confused with the words he read, despite his body's reaction. Luckily, his thought processes were distracted by his Mother's query. From what he could sense from her, she was picking up a similar vibe as he had. Granted, she merely only had a fraction of the Metroid aspect fused within her body, but she could sense something amiss. This confirmed his previous findings.

"Skrr!" he excitedly chittered as if he just got caught with his hand in the Geemer jar. He slapped the receipt that the poem was written on face down with both hands, one overlapping the other. The violet stripes across his face pulsed faster and brighter as he suddenly felt embarrassed. "Yes! Oh, uh, rrr, Zebethians were here!" His tail came up from under him and vibrated downward, splitting the seat. This caused the chair to lose its strength causing Omega to crash onto his rump with a cry. That's when he picked up another familiar scent.

"And a Creator was sitting in my chair," he muttered in confusion. "Speaking of." With that, he turned his head towards the door.

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"You keep talking and moving, no wonder she found us," A'xun grimaced in inflected tone.

"Well, it still took her long enough," Rin'tal defended.

"We move. Now."

"Oh, fine."

The two Zebethians that had been keeping tabs on the house sulked away under cloak. They began to circle out to approach from the direction Narssek had been led. Within twenty-five meters, they dropped cloak and approached without hostile intent in their body language.

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"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Vega," Narssek greeted as he bowed his head in polite gesture. All the while, he maintained the veneer of politeness and diplomacy. "And well informed you are.

"I am Admiral Narrsek. This is Lieutenant Yuur. I have just been informed that we will be joined by two other crewmen of mine. Ensign A'xun, and Crewman Rin'tal. I hope you don't mind, but they were merely making sure this place was secure for the time being while we discussed business. That is to say, I'm not doubting your own security measures, but one must always be on the ready, yes?

"Now, your associate here, Nick, was just telling us about possible wares that you might possess which may be of some great and helpful use."

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(Aaand, to help kick the plot into the next gear...)

Five hours ago....

"Intel from the Galactic Police transponders in the SR system reports inactivity in sectors five-alpha through twelve-gamma," reported a deputy sitting at his desk across from a computer screen. He held an ear piece and microphone combo to the side of his head as he was turned reporting to his commander. This meant spy satellites, point defense systems, and perimeter defense outposts.

"Great," he sighed. "I thought we'd seen the last this."

"Sir?"

"Over a couple years ago, there was some activity in that system to contain a potential outbreak that could've really ruined our day."

"Was that when Mr. Aran went in to exterminate the metroid life forms?"

"Hmm," the commander rubbed his chin in thought. "No, that was another couple years before then. What I was talking about was another matter. We mysteriously lost the science station in orbit around SR388. Just recently, about six months ago, there were survivors from the crash. At least, that's what I've been told.

"The Federation instructed the Police to quarantine the system to prevent anything else dangerous from escaping that region.

"Well," the deputy sighed as he brought up an image, "this might ruin your own day, Sir. This was the only image we were able to get from a satellite orbiting SR338 before going offline. I think you can tell by the silhouette what it is." Indeed, the silhouette the deputy was referring to on the computer screen was that of a Zebethian cruiser making approach to SR338's sister planet: potentially one of the more dangerous planets (as it was registered) in the galaxy, SR388.

"Oh, shit," the commander hissed. "I want that image dispatched to all of our imaging analysts. Get me intel as soon as we get any detail about that ship.

"And get me a list of all bounty hunter transponders in the immediate area!"

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Present hour.....

All of the federally bonded bounty hunters in the Sol System, the few that were off duty and present... which happened to be (ironically) on or around Mars at the time, received a simple encoded message:

Code:
 
Emergency Order: Hunt down and eliminate Space Pirate Commander Ridley last seen leaving SR388, suspected theft of quarantined artifacts.

Galaxy Federal Police
M510


(ooc: let's see how many people are so geeky to recognize the mission order code...)
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Z'Gato didn't pay attention to the gawking and staring faces looking at him and he ran down the side of the road, finally finding and reaching the bar where he met the Zebethians...only to find that the room was obviously pirate-less. Just a standard group of people sitting around tables ane enjoying their food...or would have anyway, had Z'Gato, wearing his Chozo Armor, not burst in through the door. Of course, once again, he paid these men and women no heed as he looked amongst them, trying his hardest to find some sign of where Narssek and his team were at.

Suddenly, almost by mistake, his eyes spotted a cloaked and hooded creature on the ground. Z'Gato was just about to leave, when he did a double-take. And blinked. Twice.

Was that...no, now way that was the abomination that Narssek had described as the Mutated Metroid that was following the Huntress around...but he quickly utilized his helmet's scanning systems and, sure enough, the internal AI of his Power Armor explained that the creature before was, undoubtedly, of Metroid DNA.

But...why would the creature be here, of all places? It didn't matter, however...he was tempted, more than anything, to switch his armament to his Ice Beam and missiles and rid the galaxy of the monstrousity, when Narssek's words played in his head. He owed nothing to Narssek, yet he was already following that...that...PIRATE's orders...it caused a taste of bile to back up into his throat, which he pushed back down immediately.

Fine. If the Admiral wanted this...THING...alive, then so be it, for now.
Marching to the Black Gates...
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"Alright, T'kran. I've got a good chunk of intel from the Pirate datalinks. it's in the memory awaiting review."

T'kran had been sitting in the cockpit taking a nap, and wasn't too pleased by the interruption.

"RRgh... son of a... oh wait. What? Oh, right, good job Axon. Keep it up and I might show you what I've been hiding in the cargo hold."

"And... why would I want to know?"

"You'll see."

His attention was drawn away by a flashing control panel. Tapping it, the image appeared on the cockpit's HUD, and his eyes quickl scanned over it. It was a message directly from the Federation. It definetely looked urgent.
Then he read it:
Code:
 
Emergency Order: Hunt down and eliminate Space Pirate Commander Ridley last seen leaving SR388, suspected theft of quarantined artifacts.

Galaxy Federal Police
M510


T'kran didn't even wait for a moment, and he was already on the comm frequency the Admiral had given him.

"Narssek... NARSSEK! We have a problem... it's him. Ridley... he's on SR388. Whatever you're doing, hurry it up, because I'm not going to wait for long."

Leaving the comm open for a response, he sighed to himself. Things were starting to get interesting.

Edited by Bloody Pom, Feb 27 2008, 07:40 PM.
"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company

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