Chapter 1
So this is it…This is what ultimate power feels like.
Samus was running a dialogue in her head as she refilled her Hunter-class gunship's drained fuel reserves. All she had to do was think of large amounts of fuel in the fuel tank and just like magic it happened. She was again glad that she had helped the Luminoth on Aether so many years before. The energy collector she had received made it possible for the Triforce of Power's energy matrix to directly link with her power suit. Logically, she was glad she had taken it. Emotionally was a very different story, however. Emotionally she was torn between satisfaction with the infinite power and the guilt associated with betraying her employers and breaking her own code of ethics.
I need to turn this ship around, land it, march right back to Hyrule Castle, and turn in this Triforce. What the hell am I doing? But at the same time, I would probably be arrested if I set foot back on Planet Hylia. Besides, now that I've got some pull, I'll finally be able to get all the big paydays. And if those rotten Space Pirates mess with me again, I'll be able to destroy them without problem. I could even use this power to wipe their existence from the face of the universe…
What the hell am I saying? Extinction of a civilization goes against everything I believe! They do not deserve eradication—even if they are a bunch of worthless universal parasites. What if this power's—
"Lady, I have some potential employers holding on the communication line. Shall I put them on screen?" The computerized voice of Adam Malkovich pulled the bounty hunter out of her internal quandary.
"Yes Adam," said Samus to her ship's computer. "Let's see what kind of job they want me to do." And I'm just dying to try out my newfound power.
The screen appears some very high-ranking military officials: The Galactic Federation, again.
"Hello Ms. Aran." An older, but very commanding man in a cold gray suit appeared on the computer screen. The lines on his face showed years of stress, yet the jaw was staunchly square as ever. Samus did not like the look of people like him; they were usually creeps.
"Call me Samus," stated Samus flatly.
"Samus. I'm councilman Phineas Trogg. There is a small but plucky band of rogues lurking around the Lylat System on the outskirts of Federation space. They have been stealing from certain ships and have been ravaging certain planets. They continually elude our military troops. We need you to infiltrate them and learn their habits and secrets, and then contact me with their whereabouts. The Galactic Federation is prepared to pay you one million credits as soon as you hand over their location and ship schematics."
She disliked dealing with high-rankers like Councilman Trogg. They were often more unscrupulous than mercenaries and pirates combined. Still she needed to keep working, and this job would allow her to test out the true power of the Triforce of Power—her Triforce.
"Send the coordinates to my ship's computer," Samus stated coldly.
"Very good! The coordinates are on the way, as well as my contact information. I trust you will live up to your legendary reputation. Good day."
The computer screen went black, and Samus' stomach started growling. It was time for a trip to her favorite interstellar café. This would be interesting.
