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Resurrection; The Closing of a Saga
Topic Started: Jan 14 2008, 05:23 AM (4,625 Views)
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Jenosa watched with a puzzled look at what Omega was doing. She didn't know the creature very well, but from the looks of things, it seemed like he was trying to sniff out a scent. Was it that scent Samus mentioned a while ago? She had no idea, and she felt clueless at what it was that was getting their suspicion.

Whatever it was, it didn't seem to make anyone largely anxious; in other words, there didn't seem to any kind of immediate danger. However, the fact that she didn't know what these two were onto made her at least scan the place; actually, when she usually did enter a bar, she often checked the surroundings. Even though there weren't many people in the place, she never liked bars, and ended up looking around the place out of habit.

The mix of two spectrums made it feel odd while looking about the place, but at the same time, it felt...neat. She was able to distinctly see the electricity within the wires that ran throughout the walls of the bar, as well as other electrical equipment; she could also see firearms that had electrical systems in them, as though she had a kind of X-ray vision. Fortunately, she only saw hers and Samus's firearms, them being handguns, and nothing else.

Even though she didn't like to drink alcohol, she did know that bars also served soft drinks, and if she was going to be here, she thought she might as well buy one. Yet as she moved to get her drink, she brushed by Samus and felt her body's energy signature.

She paused in her strides, eyeing Samus for only a second or two, and then continuing. Jenosa had accounted Samus to be completely human, and that meant she should have signature almost the exact same as any other human, save for a slight difference that allowed her to identify that individual person.

To her surprise, that difference that was supposedly small in margin was much bigger. The immediate sensation she got off of her was so different, in fact, that it had caught her off guard, as a cold draft had suddenly swept over her; only this draft had a 'taste' to it.

Despite the fact that this new sense was still very recent, it was like she had it since the day she was born; which made her feel all the more alien, a sensation that she was still having difficulty in getting over. Even, this didn't stop her from instinctively breaking down the mixture of the taste.

One part was completely foreign, but another small portion of the taste was immediately linked to Omega. This was the surprising aspect that had caught her off guard. She wondered if an energy signature can leap on to another person like a scent, as Omega appeared to hanging out with Samus quite a lot.

For some reason she doubted that; it was like that new 'experience' inside of her was knew that wasn't possible. Whatever the case, this had made the relation between Samus and Omega a mystery that raised her eyebrows.

Jenosa immediately jumped around when she heard the doors of the bar slam, her hand already on her gun, and had almost taken it out too. The anxiety inside her, for anyone slamming through the bar door often meant bad business, whether it was directed at her. She had no clue who the guy was, but the suit that he wore seemed familiar (She was a seeing/feeling a lot of familiar things as of late).

She watched him warily, preferring not to say anything, not wanting to provoke him. She was combat savvy, yes, but the guy was obviously caring some heavy artillery and it wasn’t like she caring an invisible armor suit. She didn’t have any quarrel with him as far as she was concerned, and she wanted it to remain that way.

If the shit did hit the fan, though, things were bound to get really ugly. Especially with Omega here.

Just when it looked like the guy was going to leave, he seemed to eye where Omega was. Her heart jumped, thinking, Ohhhhh crap. She braced for weapons for and a bar brawl to ensue, but to her relief, the guy left.

Having ordered her soft drink, she sat down next to the rest of the group. The cool, sweet, caffeine filled liquid managed to put her nerves at ease, though she was still edgy, knowing that for any reason, danger could come bursting out of the door.

This was why she hated bars. They always seemed to attract so many roughneck and rowdy people.

She expressed it in a worried tone, just low enough for the group to hear, “You know that guy Omega? He seemed to suddenly have a big interest in you when you were spotted?”

And it didn’t seem like a very nice interest either.
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Aiko rolled her eyes and toggled the com switch again. “You guys are about as sneaky as a supernova. Way to go, idiots.”

With a smile that could shatter glass, Aiko hopped out of Rin’tal’s chair and headed back to the engine room. There were still things that needed fixing. However, another beep from the com made her turn around. Scowling, she was ready to tell off Rin’tal or A’xun, at least until she saw the message wasn’t from them.

Out of habit, she had wired Narssek’s ship to intercept any signals from the Federation’s emergency network. She had used that network to keep track of Samus’s whereabouts since the BSL incident. While it was hardly the most reliable service for located Samus, it was better that nothing.

It was out of sheer paranoia that she did the same thing with this ship. If Samus knew where she was, she’d be cooked faster than a boiling lobster.

Aiko’s eyes widened as she read the message. The absolute worst case scenario had happened. Ridley on SR388?! Omega’s daughters were there! Was Ridley trying to get his claws on a sentient metroid?! Aiko couldn’t believe how stupid they’d been. Aiko wasn’t sure if Omega’s daughters were naïve enough to fall for the smooth talking space dragon, but Ridley was seemingly made of impossibilities. He certainly wouldn’t have risked himself unless there was a high probability of success. Ridley was the type to have his ducks all in a row before any engagement.

Shit.

Aiko jumped into Rin’tal’s seat again and slapped a direct line to Narssek’s implants. It would give him one hell of a headache, but he’d have to bear with it.

Ridley’s been seen on SR388, the Feds just released a statement to the Hunter’s guild. I don’t think I need to tell you what this means.

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Aiko wasn’t the only one caught completely by surprise. Until 10 seconds ago Adam was enjoying the amusing scene in front of him. Lorillal was cute, and Omega’s reactions to her were hilariously innocent. To be young again…

The joviality of the day was erased in a millisecond. Adam’s hologram froze as his essence wound into overdrive. The systems on Samus’s ship booted. Adam needed all the resources he could get, and the ship was the closest thing to a supercomputer he could safely access at the moment.

“Sam…”

His voice said it all. They’d been comrades in arms and friends for too long not for Samus to identify that tone.

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Samus gave Omega a smile and pretended not to notice the piece of paper hidden under his huge claws. She wondered what it said, but she had an idea. That Lorillal was 7 going on 17. She wasn’t sure if she really approved of someone so young sending romantic vibes to a creature that couldn’t ignore his instincts if he wanted to, but Lorillal wasn’t her responsibility. Ben was her guardian. He’d have to talk with her.

She was about to walk over and tell Ben to keep an eye on the kid when Adam spoke. She froze and gave him a long, searching look. No words passed between them, but instantly they somehow thought the same thing. They worried this would happen, and the dread in Adam’s voice was all the hint Samus needed.

The fact that Zebethians were on Mars didn’t help matters either. Just what were they planning? Were they going to set up a trap for Omega and herself, pinning them to the planet while Ridley did his evil magic with Omega’s daughters?

“Probabilities?” Samus asked.
“Don’t know. Not enough data. Zebethians here though? You know what I’m thinking,” Adam replied.
“I do. Where are they?”
“I’ve got every satellite on Mars acting as my eyes. I’ll find them.”
“Good. We’ve got to fly.”

Samus walked over to Omega. The zeta staged metroid would immediately know that there was something amiss. Samus had shifted into her Hunter mentality. Her face was stone cold, her mind running as logically as any computer. She was all business. He’d only seen her like this a few times before, and never was it a good sign.

“There’s trouble. At home,” she said simply, although Omega clearly could see two glowing red eyes and a maw filled with teeth lingering in the forefront of Samus’s mind. “We’re leaving.”
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Twilight had been patiently waiting for his interrogation to continue, though he had been observing Omega Alpha most of the time out of pure curiosity. The Metroid seemed to be looking for something, though Twilight had no idea what, maybe a scent, maybe bits of food, he couldent tell.

When a heavily armored figured burst through the doors of the bar Twilight stood up immidiately and put his right hand on his rifle, though he didnt draw it out completely. Before the figure left however it seemed to look towards Omega for a few seconds, maybe he or she was simply wondering what he was, that wouldent be very surprising.

Once the figure had left, Twilight sat back down in his chair to continue the wait. Twilight glanced over at Samus for a second, and saw that her expression had changed completely from before. Twilight had a hunch on what was going on, though he had no way of proving his theory or not.

A barely audible beep from inside his helmet made him turn his attention to his HUD instead however, his ship had apparently intercepted a message on the Federation Broadband. Pressing some buttons on his left arm made the ship send it to him directly.

'SR388? Wasnt that where I followed Omega and Samus a few years back..? I'm prety sure it was... Well it doesent seem to concern me directly so I will just...' Twilights thoughts was interupted when Samus walked up to Omega, who was prety close to Twilight as well.

“There’s trouble. At home,” Samus said simply, and then added “We’re leaving.”

This made Twilight surprised, for one how did Samus get the message already? And was their "home" really that desolate planet? There must be some deeper meaning to it... 'Well either way this could be the perfect change to prove myself to the Hunter.' Twilight thought as he stood up. "I'm comming too, you have yet to finish questioning me, right?"
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((I'll handle Omega's point of view now, and catch up with Narssek's later. BTW, I saw nothing in Curon's post about Z'gato leaving, so I'm running with that.))

"B-b-but," Omega stammered, "skwee? Skurr-kaa?" The Metroid was suddenly confused. One moment, Mother was soft and squishy. Then, the next second, she suddenly turned solid predator. Something bothered her deeply. It was almost too deep for the Hatchling to figure out any details about even for his advanced stage of mutation. Several things were going on at once.

Lorillal gave him a rhythmic note with inedible plant and dairy substance (aka cheesy fries) on a plate. The scent of Zebethians lingering in the air made him a bit twitchy. Then, a Creator came in through the doors wearing the Holy Armor of a Hunter. That final sight actually made Omega-Alpha hesitate to follow Samus' instruction.

"Mother," he reminded. Something within himself even teased at his inner instinct on a primal level. It happened before, but only mildly when he met a Corrupted Creator back on that desert planet simply called 1-7-3-9. He even remembered the creature's name. It was Kalos. But then, he was an Alpha stage, and still too young yet to really understand the weight of what his instincts were trying to tell him.

As of right now, it was pulling at him harder. It was like trying to remember something, but it was right at the tip of his tongue. Something important. Something from the past. Something from before he even existed.

He slowly stood from his place upon the floor upon the chair he accidentally shattered. Omega forgot about the cloak about him, and the edges unfurled and hung loosely by his sides exposing the telltale sign of what he really was: the nucleus and its transparent casing. It throbbed slowly and pulsed in time with orange, then violet luminescence. The hood fell back revealing his green skinned face accented by violet stripes across the bridge of his nose, across the jaw lines and under his chin. Eight brilliant blue eyes in two sets of four underlining each cluster by red slits turned with his face to meet the Chozo Warrior.

He stopped within ten feet and bowed his head reverently.

"The Creators gave us form, and fate brought us to meet," he chittered slowly, seemingly in a trance. "Only by the Hunter's divine wisdom and mercy do I stand before you. A weapon meant to defend, a prodigy meant to remember the passing. Have faith that all that I do, I do for my Queen, as I am meant to be by blood and by instinct."

He paused in that awkward moment of silence. Omega shifted his weight to and fro between his feet, lifting each off the ground in turn nervously. A hand reached in to scratch at his nucleus casing like a nervous tick as he wondered just where the hell all that came from!

"I am Omega-Alpha Arrarargh," he blurted at first thinking it was rude to just babble off to some stranger without introducing himself. Yet, this was no stranger according to his instinct. However, his Queen, Samus, taught him a very, very, very long time ago (two years perhaps) that it was okay to have her surname, but using it in public would've attracted the wrong kind of attention. With her name came her enemies; ones that she didn't wish upon the son that imprinted upon her. "Sorry, old habit.

"Mother! Wait!" he called out, his head snapping up to look for her. He took a step in her direction towards the door, but halted. "Would you tell me what's going on? If we talk with this Creator, he might be able to help! What do you think?"
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The hair on the back of Samus’s neck rose and the surface of her skin crawled. Implants living within her warmed to activity. Her adrenaline rush was brutally and consciously suppressed through the technology embedded in her flesh. Instead, the precious hormone was gathered and stored for when it could be put to real use. From the way her gut was screaming at her, she figured it would be sooner rather than later.

She felt Omega’s confusion through the veil of her guarded mind. No longer was she an open book to him. The Chozo had always been slightly telepathic, and part of her warrior training prepared her for this moment.

A betrayer was in her midst.

As deep as her connection with Omega was, her connection with his Creators was far stronger. Human blood didn’t pulse through her veins, despite the species she had been born. To interface with the suit, extend her own life, and to keep her body in the condition necessary for battle, her bone marrow had been replaced with that of a Chozo. The radical surgery had nearly killed her, but the Chozo were as talented as they were wise. She had known the risk and accepted it. Surviving the procedure was her hazing into the world of a Chozo warrior.

Yet before her was a Chozo who had thrown away the ideals of his race to accomplish terrible things. She was fortunate that humans, too, were slightly telepathic. The brief impression she got from the warrior was one of brooding hatred of himself and scorn for everyone else. She had honestly been surprised that she had sensed anything at all, but she supposed this Chozo had been alone enough to be sloppy. She would not make the same mistake. Her mental walls were meant to survive even a Chozo priest’s intrusion.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became extremely heavy. Ten blue eyes, eight metroid and two human, stared back at two glowing red orbs suspended in a thin skull above a sharpened, armored beak. Patrons were starting to leave, and the bartender made himself as small as possible behind the bar.

Samus listened as Omega seemed to give the Chozo a pre-programmed response. She was as surprised as Omega was, but the questions would have to come later. She took a step towards the door, then paused. Adam gave her a nod that she saw out of the corner of her eye. Good. The ship was on its way. Without her suit she had no chance against the armor clad warrior before her. Although portions of Fusion suit were quite literally fused with her body, they were virtually useless without the full ensemble. If this Chozo decided to attack, she’d need to rely on Omega and Adam to keep her safe.

"Mother! Wait! Would you tell me what's going on? If we talk with this Creator, he might be able to help! What do you think?"

“There is a stench upon him. Can’t you smell it?” she told her adopted son. While she was speaking figuratively, if Omega took her literally, he would indeed smell the Zebethians upon Z’Gato’s armor.

Samus looked over at Twilight and Jenosa, making sure she knew where they were and that the Ing wasn’t about to side with this Chozo.
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((OOC: No. My last post was absolute crap, so I edited it out. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm gonna have to take a step back and re-evaluate Z'Gato's reaction. Expect a post within the next few days.))
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(OOC: Main plot is moving again, time for the subplot to follow suit)

"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 Narssek. 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."

Jimmy shook Narssek's hand, or claw, as it were. While he wasn't unaccustomed to dealing with Pirates, most of his experience was with Cottonmouth, who was something of an iconoclast as far as Zebesians were concerned. Narssek was more typical of the Pirate leadership class, at least in his perception.

He did, however, have to snicker at the Pirate's mention of his "security measures." Which, apart from the alarm system, consisted solely of a 5' 7" brunette sitting on the roof with a rifle in her hand and growing increasingly bored by the minute.

"That I do," Jimmy replied. "Anything you want, gentlemen. Literally. Anything. Arms, ships, manpower... it's all at your disposal."

He offered the Pirates a seat, as well as a drink of whatever they would like. "You're probably asking yourself why I would help you," he said. "Why some stranger, and a human stranger at that, would go out of his way to provide you and your men with the materials they need to pull off a successful revolution.

"You see, Admiral, a man such as myself relies on his friends to do business. And in my line of work, you need all the friends you can get, so I'm always looking to make new friends. And that's what I'm doing here today.

"Now then, my associate will arrive on the planet late tonight. His name is Cottonmouth, I believe you two know each other. I am also well aware of the fact that the two of you aren't exactly in agreement on a lot of things. However, he is willing to listen to what you have to say. For your sake, I hope you can charm his ass off, cause he could potentially provide your small group of conspirators with an actual army."

Jimmy paused to light himself a cigarette. He was still dressed in his shorts and beach shirt, though he had at least buttoned it finally. He also had not taken off his sunglasses, even though he was indoors.

"Now as far as payment goes," he continued, "I know you probably got that on your mind, seeing as how you got the whole ragtag thing going on. But this ain't about money. It's about forging a relationship. Quid pro quo, as we say in the Latin. I help you out, you help me out.

"So... if that sounds like something you might be interested in, then we can get a move on here and I can show you the goods while we wait for Cottonmouth and his boys to get here. We got us a deal?"
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Ben felt the tension in the room and stood up slowly, his memories of tactics and planning dusting themselves off.

He wanted to get into a ready position and try his best to make his movements as unnoticeable as possible. He only wished he hadn’t left his staff in the ship, the light but solid metal would have been a comfort in his hands, but, if anything happened, he always had a pistol tucked into his boot. He wasn’t a sharpshooter by any means, and the others would be endangered if he just started shooting, so it would mean a last resort.

Had he been alone, without Lorrilal and Squirt, he probably would have exited stage left. Of course the girls, and a couple more years under his belt, made him considerably more chivalrous.

Squirt gave him the slightest of nods and he returned it. Should things get too bad, the GI could always cut the lights at any time and cause all kinds of electrical mayhem. Sometimes chaos, even if it meant on both sides, could tip the odds.

Lorrilal slinked over to his side and he looked down at her. The girl actually looked too focused. He gave her a gentle push back behind him and she stepped back like a flower bending in the breeze. He could have sworn that she looked angry, and ready to fight.

He scowled warningly at her and she gave him a looked that caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. While it wasn’t exactly one of anger, or even threatening, it was creepy as hell. She wiggled her fingers slightly, like gunslinger ready for a duel, and Ben noticed that they looked just a little longer and more slender than normal.

There were too many people getting too freaked out about the situation. Too many inexperienced kids, and too many battle-hardened veterans with short tempers. If anyone snapped, it could be devastating.

Damn how I wish you were here right now Trisha, he thought silently to himself. She would have made it all better or do something to help them all escape. Or, even at the very least, provide another set of hands to help him out.

Instead, he had the Beflexor on Squirt, and Trisha’s little half-sister. He mentally calculated that to at least one-fourth of a Trisha. That wasn’t nearly enough, and he probably had his fractions messed up.

Rather than try and play with the odds of Trisha’s being there would have made, he put on a threatening glare, like he was ready to stomp over and tear someone’s face off.
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Z'Gato calmly stood and watched as the metroid-being stood from his place on the floor, the cloak he was wearing opening up and revealing himself to the people inside. Z'Gato didn't need to see the creature's physical being to know what he was now, but the mere sight of it was...unnerving. He had not seen a Metroid in some time, and certainly not in this kind of stage.

When the creature approached and bowed his head, Z'Gato tilted his head as he listened to the creature's statement, which sounded like an automated message of some kind.

"The Creators gave us form, and fate brought us to meet," he chittered slowly, seemingly in a trance. "Only by the Hunter's divine wisdom and mercy do I stand before you. A weapon meant to defend, a prodigy meant to remember the passing. Have faith that all that I do, I do for my Queen, as I am meant to be by blood and by instinct."

After a moment of silence, the metroid spoke again, introducing himself. It was at this time that he felt...something brush against his mind. Another presence. A wave of memories tried to rise again, reminding him of his telepathic abilities, but he pushed those aside once again. However, he turned his head to, what he thought, was the source of the intrusion. A woman with blue eyes and blond hair.

As if a great wave of water crashed upon a sandy beach, or a missile punching through an armored hull, he came to the realization. Was...this the Huntress that the Zebethians feared? Was this the woman, this mutt, this perversion, who had the gall to call herself Chozo?

"Do you know who I am?" He asked, looking back at the Metroid. Z'Gato slowly removed his helmet, revealing a scowling Chozo face.

"I...am Z'Gato, Doomsfinger," He said, a strange darkness filling his voice. His eyes looked back at the woman as she and the Metroid briefly conversed.

A stench? She must be referring to the Zebethians he had met some time ago. He scoffed angrily as he took a step towards the woman, his anger and hate visible in his facial expression. The fact that the metroid called this woman "mother" and the fact that he felt her presence against his mind could only confirm his thoughts.

He spoke no words, yet his face was full of them, expressing every angry, hate-filled word he could possibly form, yet not moving his beak.

"And this...must be the Huntress I've heard so much about," He said before stepping away from her, turning back to the Metroid.

Narssek would probably want to know this sort of information. Stacked on with the fact that he had recieved the report about Ridley, today was certainly turning towards interesting.

He engrained the physical images of both the Metroid and Huntress into his mind. He would NEVER forget these two, wishing more than anything to remove their existence from the universe.

"If you value your lives," He said, in a threatening tone, "stay far away from SR388," He finished, his eyes looking back at the Huntress.

"There is a demon there...that only a true Chozo warrior can vanquish forever," He began, slamming his clenched fist against his own chest, indicating himself. "Perhaps you should stop playing around and stay out of my way," He said, sealing his helmet back on and turning to leave.

"We'll meet again," He finished, stepping out of the bar.
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Jenosa watched with a tense face as she saw the situation before her unfurl. Her fingers were already wrapped around her gun. She observed and listened tentatively to the words being spoken. Omega's 'pre-record' reaction to this guy had her bemused, and she felt there was a lot more history to Omega than she perceived. Then again, she wasn't very well educated on Metroid either, only some of their strengths and weakness.

However, the conversation between Samus and this Doomfinger guy led Jenosa to believe in one theoretical conclusion: something stupid is going to happen. Someone’s pride was going to be on the line, and a silly grudge match would occur, which would probably be a huge waste of time for either side to get involved.

These were just one of those aspects of life she just hated so much. Yes, Jenosa herself had her pride as well. She would respond rather harshly to being called a "Vulture," and defend what she could about her career; or herself. However, she would never go to the point in uttering death threats, and rarely ever held a grudge for long. If she did, that person would have to have done something really bad to tick her off - which hasn't yet happened.

It just seemed pointless to do any of that in the long. Only if she knew the guy was going to be an immediate, major threat to her would she take him out. It was either him or her, and that was the problem. People seemed to go after whether you asked for it or not.

Things got even worse if you were dealing with a fanatical, religious zealot, which seemed to be partially the case here. Both sides - Samus and Z'Gato - seemed to show it, although Z'Gato seemed to be more of the fanatical aggressor.

All she knew was that knives were being shot back and forth from Samus's and Z'Gato's eyes.

When Z'Gato left, Jenosa found that she was unable to relax, despite knowing that any immediate danger from that character was gone. In truth, she was both ticked off and worried at the same time. Ticked off because that Z'Gato was just so full of himself, and worried because she had a feeling this was going to lead to a bad situation.

She could only wonder what it was that was about this planet called SR388, and what Z'Gato said about this 'demon'.
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