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| +Aiko+ | Apr 20 2008, 04:22 PM Post #51 |
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Roffel House!
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Like Spurious, Adam couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between Jenosa and Twilight. He mused that they should’ve known better, but then he gave them the added benefit of a doubt. They didn’t understand what he was. Hell, he didn’t understand what he really was. Having an unencrypted signal sent from ship to ship when nothing else was around was like having someone shout in a library. He simply couldn’t avoid listening in. Jenosa’s story reminded him strongly of Aiko, although there were obvious differences. Jenosa was a human intelligence with a parasitic influence. Aiko was a parasitic intelligence with a human influence. They were interesting contrasts, mirrors of two completely different states of mind. He always knew that something was off about Jenosa, but he never scanned her to find out. To Adam, scanning somebody was a violation of privacy and extremely disrespectful, even if they never found out. Jenosa was at the very least an ally of Samus’s, if not a friend, and he wouldn’t betray her trust. Twilight, on the other hand, was a completely different story. Adam had never taken his ‘eyes’ off of the Ing. While he didn’t have first hand experience against his species, he completely trusted Samus’s instincts. Samus, for all her infuriating bull-headedness, had earned that trait only through her own trials of life. There was no one more experienced with hostile alien life than she, and if she was nervous around a creature, then it was hostile indeed. Adam felt no small degree of relief when he heard Twilight’s insecurities. Omega hadn’t talked with Adam since he gassed his ‘mother,’ and Adam wasn’t sure if he should be amused or worried. He didn’t fully understand the physics behind his own existence, and Omega being the energy-siphon he was, there was a very real possibility of Adam accidentally being killed if his ‘essence’, whatever that may be, came too close to the metroid. He made it a point to keep as physically far away from Omega as possible at all times. Deciding he needed to break the silence, he opened a radio channel to Jenosa and Twilight’s ship, making sure the signals were lightly encrypted this time. “Hey guys, sorry to bother you, but I need to talk with you.” He paused, making sure that he had their attention. “I know you’ve heard the bounty hunter notification, but are you guys familiar with Ridley? I’m uploading files to your computers now. I strongly suggest reading the information and then asking me any questions you might have.” He cleared his throat. “And… how much experience do you guys have with metroids?” |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 21 2008, 12:41 PM Post #52 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: Hahaha, I don't mind it at all, although i feel that the whole uncryption idea doesn't fit Jenosa (I never really specified whther it was secure or not XD). Of course, Aiko's already followed with the beat, so there isn't much stopping you anyway *laughs* or her. All that matters is what Squirt does with those secrets XD.) Jenosa was haivng a little rest from her conversation with TT, post-contemplationing about what she told Twilight (And she also just realized their channel hadn't been encrypted, making her feel stupid once again, having forgotten one of the cardinal rules of a bounty hunter). Again, she was unsure of the information that she had leaked about herself. But what could she really do now anyway. What done was done, and for some reason, she could tell wouldn't regret what she hd said. Besides, she thought to herself, I'm a completely different part of space, surrounded by almost complete strangers, with me being a stranger to myself as well - I can't keep to myself forever here, and it's not like I'm going to change back. Even if this...new body won't be permanent, she thought to herself, looking her own human hand and arm, it won't do me any good to just sit around and wait. Her contemplation was interrupted when Adam made his phone call. She merely nodded, taking in the information and uploading it to her screen. She only heard a few tidbits about Ridley, such as him apparently having some influence on the space pirates (Zebethians weren't a major issue in the place where she came from). She studied the articles carefully, aborbing what usueful information into her about this guy. Well, she thought to herself, this'll be fun. She just managed to look through most of the information when Adam asked about Metroids. She raised one of her eyes brows at this, "If you're speaking of the original ones, no; but if your speaking of any humanoid one, not inlcluding Omega, then yes. Not much I warrant, but i did once get a fair fill in taking on some uber nasties before. I know their defintely vulnerable to cold - what does any of this have to do with Metroids anyway?" She thought she knew the answer anyway Now that she was thinking about it, in fact, the word 'Ridley' was ringing a bell, but she didn't know what. She couldn't quite place a finger, and whatever it was, it was nagging her. |
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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." — Monty Oum | |
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| +transcon+ | May 4 2008, 09:43 AM Post #53 |
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Metroid Specialist
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((Severe case of insomnia prompted this. Figured that since I have time... time I would've preferred to dedicate to sleep... this should suffice. I'll say this: It may not be up to snuff in comparison to the rest of my posts that I've done, but it should be par for the course.)) Clacking of claws against metal. Omega-Alpha was nervous about returning "home". He tried to rest, but he only ended up rummaging through the food storages. Samus did prepare for a trip with a growing metroid as well as anyone could, but even her so-called kid had to be mindful of rationing it out. He was aggravated that he couldn't simply devour all the food that was there in storage. It was a small cargo area as it was only a personal ship. He had to have the food rationed out to him so he wouldn't go overboard with eating and eventually running himself out of food for the rest of the trip. That wasn't the reason why he was on edge, though. He had a sneaking suspicion that something was wrong back "home". Samus got the all-call from the Galaxy Police about activity back on SR-388, and that set her on edge almost instantly. He felt the waves of aggression, and this had him worried for his offspring. Suddenly, speaking of Samus, he knew she finally fell asleep. All too sudden, really. One moment, he could feel her buzzing with activity (as well as her fight to remain alert), then the next moment she was out like a light. He thought that was odd, as in the time he knew her, she never simply dropped off like that. A few moments later, the sounds of toe claws were approaching the pilot cabin. With a wave of his hand, the door slid to the side permitting him entrance. Within, he found Samus sound asleep at the helm, and Adam standing aloft nearby. Wafting out of the cabin was a scent of the strangest sort. He wrinkled his nose and narrowed his eye slits as he turned to the one named Adam. "Did you cut it?" he asked as if he were offended. His time on the Randklev let him pick up on bad habits such as this. He knew Adam wasn't human as he appeared semi-transparent much in the same manner that Squirt did. Though he never remembered Squirt ever emitting that scent before, he logically concluded that it was possible that Adam could as that he didn't know him. "And, how come Mother fell asleep here? Why didn't she get back to her own room?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "It is one thing to be informed of your coming," Narssek addressed Cottonmouth with a slightly surprised expression in his eyes, "but another to see the result in the flesh and metal." He was more awed by how Cottonmouth looked now than he did years ago when Narssek himself was a Captain. "You'll have to tell me of your adventures sometime, but there is much important business to discuss. Has Mister Vega told you of the reasons why he wished your presence here?" In the meantime, he was already sending word to his crew and vessel to prepare for pickup of Cottonmouth's crew. Just judging by the Captain's body language, it seemed that this meeting would go easier than expected. Still bumpy, but less so now that Narssek had the chance to really get a good look at the one shared a falling out those years ago. |
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| ~Twilight~ | May 9 2008, 12:28 PM Post #54 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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After his conversation with Jenosa, Twilight had went back to his meditation, although at this time he simply sat in the slightly too large pilot seat, it was a Luminoth ship afterall, as such it had been designed for the much larger and differently shaped Moths. Yet, he did not have much time to really sink into a state of calm before he was interupted by a direct transmission that bypassed his ships "security", this caught him slightly by surprise, but when he heard who it was he felt he started to realize something. “Hey guys, sorry to bother you, but I need to talk with you.” The 'man' who had been with Samus said as he paused shortly. “I know you’ve heard the bounty hunter notification, but are you guys familiar with Ridley? I’m uploading files to your computers now. I strongly suggest reading the information and then asking me any questions you might have.” But before Twilight could really respond or check the information he had been sent, right through whatever data security his ship had, who was that guy? The man did some noise on the other end before speaking up once more “And… how much experience do you guys have with metroids?” Twilight did not answer right away, instead he opened the files he had been sent on his ships main screen and starting to skim it slightly. He had read a bit about Ridley, and heard other things, although most of it was probably exagarated, he knew that Samus had fought and defeated Ridley several times, how he managed to get back alive was unknown to Twilight however. "There seems to be quite a decent amount of information here, so I suppose that will do. As for your second question, I assume you are speaking of Omega-Alpha, but I will start from the beginning I guess. I saw a couple of the tallon metroids back on Aether, Space Pirates had brought them with them, and while I only read a few files of theirs on them I did not get close to any, so I do not know a lot. As for Omega-Alpha, no I do not much about him as a creature, however what I've been able to observe intrigues me." Twilight said, barely pausing at all in his long explanation, having a voice generation unit at times like this was good, although he'd still trade it for a way to speak on his own any day. "So, unless you dont mind me asking. What are you?" Twilight asked, remembering when the man had helped him up on his feet back when he had just fallen right infront of Samus and Omega, he had not felt any form of living essence in him, he had barely felt anything actualy. |
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| +Aiko+ | May 10 2008, 06:47 PM Post #55 |
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Roffel House!
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Adam projected himself with the cockpit’s HUD so Omega could see him. Samus had explained to him that although Omega seemed very intelligent, he still saw the universe very basic, almost childish way. Without something for him to look at, Omega couldn’t seem to grasp the fact that Adam was a real person and not some computer program. He suspected that Omega never thought he was really alive to being with, and that coupled with being male left Adam very much on the bottom of the totem pole. And it was at times like this, when he was face to virtual face with the humanoid metroid, that Adam was actually relieved he didn’t have a body Omega could harm. Samus trusted Omega implicitly, but Adam knew better. Omega was a wild animal, tamed only by imprinting and a deliberate manipulation of genetics. Adam had no choice but to fall back businesslike, military personality. He doubted Omega would understand or listen to him otherwise. "Did you cut it?" the metroid said in his peculiar, multi-toned voice. He didn’t seem happy. Adam felt a flash of amusement at how accidentally accurate Omega’s statement was. “I guess in a way, yes. I gassed Samus since she hadn’t slept in a very long time, nor had she eaten. She worked herself to exhaustion, and we all need her in peak condition once we get to SR388. I put her to sleep since she refused to rest. Can you please put her to bed for me?” He lifted his arms in helpless apology. He would’ve carried her himself had he a body to use. While this was going on in the cockpit, Adam was also listening to Twilight. The Ing was uncannily perceptive, and not for the first time Adam wished he knew more about his kind than he did. As it stood, the Federation had virtually no information on the Ing at all, for there were no survivors of the doomed Federation frigate that crashed on Aether. All he knew was anecdotal data from Samus herself, and she was frustratingly tight lipped when it came to such things. He was silent for several long seconds as his mind buzzed with thoughts. He wondered how much he should tell Twilight about himself, considering there was a very real possibility that the Ing was a spy for his ‘people’, if he could call the barbaric Ing a civilization. He decided to buy himself some time by discussing Twilight’s first comment. The material on metroids he sent Twilight was hardly comprehensive. The intentionally vague documents had just enough information to give Twilight a sense of understanding, but without getting into the dangerous details of metroid biology. The last thing any of them needed were Ing producing armies of the energy draining, jellyfish-like creatures. “I’m relieved you are familiar with the metroids,” not a total lie, “and I’m assuming from your contact with Omega-Alpha that you know how dangerous they can be. We have a very real possibility,” a probability, rather, again not a total lie, “of encountering metroids similar to Omega on SR388. It’s crucial that you maintain a safe distance if at all possible. From my understanding, the creatures are far less experienced and potentially much more dangerous than our green friend can be.” There was another substantial pause. Adam could delay his decision no longer. “You’re quite observant to discover that I’m not quite what I seem to be,” Adam admitted with some reluctance. He wasn’t sure how Twilight found out, but who knew what kind of senses an Ing possessed. “Let’s just say that I’m neither here nor there, and having a typical,” there was an imperceptible pause as Adam contemplated the proper word, “container would make it difficult for me to keep track of someone who flits about as much as Samus does.” He purposefully made it sound like he was a rather sophisticated AI. It was certainly easier to believe than the truth and much easier to explain. |
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| ~The Boss~ | May 12 2008, 03:27 PM Post #56 |
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Native Son
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"You'll have to tell me of your adventures sometime, but there is much important business to discuss. Has Mister Vega told you of the reasons why he wished your presence here?" "He certainly has," Cottonmouth replied. "And while he couldn't be more thrilled to partake, I remain skeptical. But I agreed to come hear today as a courtesy to him. So I'll hear what you have to say, but I won't make any promises to this point." ........................... The Salty Dog was just a small cargo ship of human manufacture, on the outside little more than welded together spare parts. Room for about ten crew, more of they didn't mind sharing bunks. An small, unassuming bucket of bolts. On the inside, it was a fully decked out war machine. Still ragtag, but not not at all falling apart. The corridors were dark, and the walls were lined with weapons and trophies, many of them skulls. There was no doubt that you were on a pirate ship. Even if you didn't see the Jolly Roger hanging in the cockpit. Cottonmouth's crew regarded Narssek and his men with a suspicious eye. Their clan had generally frosty relationships with other pirates, if not outright hostile. They would be courteous and respectful to the Admiral, as they would with anyone else of his stature, and were they to go on the mission they'd even accept his orders so long as they didn't contradict their captain. Still, that didn't mean they had to like him. Most of them wouldn't even pretend. They were a rough bunch, even by Zebeth standards. Most other pirates thought of they and their kin as wild, uncouth, even half-barbarian. Hanging on to ancient ideals that were bygone for a reason, refusing to answer the call of Progress. They likewise thought of much of Zebesian society as some combination of slavish drones and self-deluded lemmings, following Progress right over the brink. Thus it was a mutually bellicose relationship. Cottonmouth brought Narssek and his men to the Dog, and he and the Admiral had their meeting in his quarters. His was the only large room on the ship, the only one fit for a captain. But it was a very spartan quarters. All his furniture was merely functional, and only his weapons adorned the walls. "So Admiral," the Captain said. "You're prepared to overthrow Ridley. How exactly do you plan on going about doing this? Do you have any real plan beyond assembling an army? Or were you merely going to storm the castle gates and hope for the best?" Edited by The Boss, May 14 2008, 12:32 AM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | May 21 2008, 05:33 AM Post #57 |
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Stench. Filthy. That was what was running through his mind. He wasn't concerning himself with his past; He had a lot on his mind, more than usual. That--That abomination, perversion of Chozo flesh and blood running around infuriated him. So much as that he didn't even realize that, as he scrubbed his body in the shower on his ship, he was rubbing it raw with the bar of soap. As futile as it would soon be, Z'Gato hated the smell of Zebethian just as much as the huntress had, and he made it a point to scrub hard to get the smell out. He had even had a set of cologne that the humans made to help get the smell out, but he honestly didnt like the smell of that either, though he'd rather smell like human than Zebethian. Still, the angered scowl on his face gave away his distracted thoughts as he aimlessly kept cleaning himself. As usual, Z'Gato had left the ship on Auto-Pilot, as it made its way towards Admiral Narssek's ship, automatically hailing the crew of his ship as it drew close for docking with the larger vessel. While the AI on his ship was simplistic, it was efficient. Of course, Z'Gato could care less if it had a personality; It had a job, and he wanted it to do that job, and nothing else. If it was bored, it'd have to find something to do. Meanwhile Z'Gato had finally emerged from the shower after running all the hot water out of it, still combing through his feathers for any dirt from his time on Mars. He had finally satisfied himself with his cleanliness, hoping that the smell of Zebethian had been liberated from his skin and feathers. The thought never crossed his mind that his armor might be housing the smell as well, and even if it had, he would have rendered it obsurd. Slipping on a set of skin-tight spandex and then a clean set of clothing over them, the Avian sat down at the controls of his ship, his mind still seething from the encounter with the feared Huntress, when the feeling of...something, washed over him again. His mind had been redirected again. His sixth sense was on edge, and it wasn't because of any revelation; There was something on that ship that REALLY pushed him at an instinctive level. His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward and stared at Narssek's ship, the AI handling the procedures for docking with the ship. One thing after another. A potentially boring day had turned into one of excitement. And Z'Gato was loathing it. |
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| +CEMP+ | May 22 2008, 01:41 PM Post #58 |
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(OOC: Not much, I know, but I'm board and it's mostly just a filler right now) While Adam was busy chatting it up with TT (Not that she could hear them), Jenosa was giving some deeper thought about the situation and what she had learned about the space dragon. Undoubtedely, they would most likely be meeting him in person, not that really scared her. She tell from the data that he wouldn't go down in an easy fight, and while dealing with uber nasrty space monster wasn't in her metaphorical contract, she had dealt with many before. The only thing she remotely fear about this mission was probably heerself, which, in some stance, wasn't saying much. Even with that mini-revelation she had back on Mars, she felt it very hard to suddenly to trust what was inside of her. Trust, she thought, that was something barely any of us have here. Maybe a few, but there were obviously some relations here that were mostly air or "hot air." Samus didn't seem very trusting of TT, not that she wasn't wrong to do so in anycase; but she was mostly an allie to Samus as well. At least, Jenosa might be considered one to her. The two women barely knew anything about one another personally, and although they held the same profession, they didn't kbnow each other's moves. Granted, Jenosa hadn't worked with many people and had never formed a 'team' bond, if that what it could be called. There was one person she could trust like a teammate, but she hadn't worked with the guy in ages. Trust here was sparce and frail, and only held on by some kind of common relation between everyone. If it was one thing that could tear this entire group apart, it was that. A couple of off topic subjects (ALthough they were on topic with what they were currently discussing in real-life) then hit her. She leaned over to speak into the COM, "So, let me guess: This Ridley character, being one of the big cheeses of the Space Pirates, is at that planet to mess with the...metroids that we rescued. Undoubtedly, he's up to a "no-good situation" that involves them, correct? If so, can you elaborate on any possible details in what he might be doing; aside from the obvious clichéd enslavement plan." ______________________________________________ (OOC: This i'm just putting in for fun, and posible kicks) Somewhere else, possibly in the middle of "no-man's land," came an insidious, maniacl laugh. "Ohohohoho, this will be very interesting indeed." "Hah, I see we're still having fun playing the 'viewer'," came another voice, this one that sent 'chills' into you body. "Hoooooo," came the other voice in surprise, "can it be that the Infinite Geist of Reality has decided to pay me a visit?" "Oh, it can be." "Hohohehe, excellent. For a second, I thought I've might have gone senial over all these years. Please, please, come where i can see you Di'onn. It has been so long since we have talked, and you have come at such a rrrrrrrrrriiiipe time," he said the word "ripe" with a purring noise (But like that of a cat). And he did, and much was discussed. This time Di'onn was the one to make the maniacle laugh, "Oh my, it's hard to believe my timing could have been coincidence at all. Tell me, are you planning on making any of your own 'interactions.'" "Ha, it doesn't seem to be necessary, at least not now. All the actors seem to be doing a nice job in sparing the right amount of information, although most of my 'camera men' are still on Mars. If an opportunities present itself, then i may take action to through a 'wrench into the works.' If i do so at the wrong time, well, I could kill the show. "However," the same voice continued, "you can give a couple of our performers a visit if you want. It might...be most entertaining if you did. Besides, the tube lacks certain aspects of other medians, and it would be nice to hear about other people's thought, if that's possible." "Haaaa, we shall see, my old friend. Like you, i seek for the right moment." And with that, Di'onn disappeared, laughing as his "old friend" did. |
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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." — Monty Oum | |
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| +transcon+ | May 26 2008, 09:58 PM Post #59 |
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"The plan," Narssek drew out slowly. A vague skeleton of a plan did develop in his mind, however, without full intel, statistics, location, and assets, it was hard to draw up something conclusive. 'Besides,' he mused, 'plans of this nature never survive first contact with the enemy.' "The premise is to draw out Ridley, of course," he reaffirmed. "However, the penultimate outcome would be the reorganization of the council by whatever means necessary. "According to recent reports, there has been a visit to the planet SR388 by Ridley himself. On all accounts, we believed that planetoid to be a dead world. But, there must be something of import there to draw the dragon's attention. "Realistically, with the fall of Ridley comes the unbinding of his influence over our Council, and our society. I'm certain that even your clan has felt the pressure from on high, despite the ancient pact between your Elders and the Council." He addressed Cottonmouth with a knowledgeable gesture towards the captain. The clan Captain Cottonmouth was a part of were "independent" in a manner of speaking. They held themselves free of influence by the Zebethian governments so long as they paid their tithes and steered clear of the politics. Yet, it seemed lately that the various factions within Zebethian culture had been finding ways to influence Cottonmouth's clan beyond just the ordinary means. "For starters, we need to investigate what Ridley wants from that dead planetoid. I figure that we aren't the only ones that have intercepted the broadcast from the Galaxy Police. We would need a way to make landfall without being noticed. "Any ideas about that?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At least she was asleep. The tension in Omega's thighs washed away as she fell into slumber. He didn't know why, but all the while she was tense and restless, he was just as much so. In the meantime, he really didn't know what to think of all the mess that was going on. Everyone it seemed was going back to his birthplace. The first place he hatched. The creature was told that something bad happened, but there was no details as to what exactly happened. All these things left Omega alone with nothing to talk about and nothing to do. Mother was asleep, that strange entity calling itself Adam was somewhere in the ship, very little food on board (in his mind), and nothing to abate his troubled mind. So, he went into the cargo hold and crouched in a corner with his back to hit. His eyes focused on Adam's energy signature within the computer core. A slight snarl came across his face and he scowled at the energy form. It was oh so tempting. --------------------------------------------------------------------- ((ooc: whenever people want to get to SR388, I'm okay with it. Enough time has passed, I think. I have nothing really special in mind for the transition. I merely wanted to give plenty of time for PC interaction.)) |
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| +Aiko+ | May 27 2008, 04:05 PM Post #60 |
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Roffel House!
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The sleek vessel that housed two biologics and one other descended upon an indiscriminate dot in the darkness of lonely infinity. With nothing nearby to allow an observer to judge speed, the ship seemed motionless in the veil of night. However, it and its two companion vessels slid at nearly unfathomable velocities. The distant point of light slowly grew in size, until Adam could barely put his translucent thumb over it. The star was of the relatively uncommon class B type. Giant, by Sol standards, and with magnesium burning at its core, the magnificent stellar object glowed a bright, blinding blue. As beautiful as the giant star was, it was not where the ship was going. Veering two degrees to the southeast, the ship drifted away from the young star to a nebulous region of gas and rock. The ship passed these by as well, until finally the object it was seeking was visible. A tiny planet sat, staring with alien eyes up at the star that gave it life, and death. The ultraviolet radiation from the class B star was enough to fry anything unprotected, mechanical or biological. That life existed on this insignificant rock was astounding, but it feasted not upon the energy of the star like life on other worlds, but upon the heat of its own planetary core. Nothing could survive on the barren, rocky surface of that planet for long. Nothing except for the most frightening predator of all. Metroids, with their uniquely engineered physiology, not only could survive the intensive radiation on the surface, but basked in it. Energy that would otherwise tear, alter, or destroy genetic material instead stimulated the metroid’s code, allowing them to grow to adulthood. All to rid a planet of a threat that, if loosed, could’ve killed all life. Ironic that the cure turned into the exact same thing. The sole human passenger stirred upon her bed and put a hand on her face. She was still tired, but no longer filled with bone-numbing exhaustion. A small groan came from her throat as she sat up and draped her legs off the side of her bed. “Good morning, sunshine,” said a voice from nowhere. “Go to hell,” she grumbled back, still in drug-induced torpor. The voice chuckled, but then a brooding silence filled the cabin. Samus let her hand fall to her thigh, feeling the weight of foreboding on her shoulders. “We’re there, aren’t we?” she asked the wall. “Yes. We’re hiding just out of range of any sensors that could be on the planet, and we need to get in closer to get a peek for ourselves. I thought you’d like to be awake for that.” “Thanks for your consideration,” Samus said dryly. “Where’s Omega?” “In the cargo bay, glaring at the wall.” “What did you say to him?” “Nothing. I forced you to do something, so I’m guessing he’s miffed right about now.” “He’s not the only one,” she said with more heat than she felt. Annoyed as she was, she knew Adam was in the right. However, she wasn’t about to admit it anytime soon. Before Adam could answer, Samus got to her feet and walked out. The cargo bay was only a 30 second walk on such a small ship. As the door slid open, her eyes immediately fell upon the 7 foot tall, eight eyed, green creature that on virtually all accounts was a monster from the worst children nightmares. Yet, all she could feel for Omega-Alpha was a tenderness, a sort of bonded love that she couldn’t understand, let alone explain. That it was there was enough. Samus looked into Omega’s electric blue eyes, then sighed and walked over. She was troubled. Her knees cracked loudly as she stiffly sat down next to him, close enough for her shoulders to touch his. She tilted her head up against the wall and stared at the ceiling, trying to think of what to say. An apology was probably the best way to begin. “I’m sorry,” Samus said, drawing a deep breath. “I’m sorry to have kept you in the dark about this for so long. There’s a chance that nothing’s wrong, but… I have a bad feeling. Do you remember Ridley?” Omega looked deep in thought, but no flash of recognition crossed his gaze. Samus knew he had memories of his previous life, and that they were remarkably clear considering he received them second-hand. Surely he recalled the dragon that had stolen him as a bantee? “Adam?” With no further prodding, a holographic representation of Ridley appeared before them. Samus looked upon it with unmasked hatred that had not dulled since the day the space dragon killed her family and the Chozo rescued her. “That,” she said with a brooding rage, “is what is on your planet. The Queens are in danger.” |
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