( Disclaimer: Nintendo owns Metroid and all its components, characters,
etc. I, however, own this whole dang plot. Thank you very much...
This is a story with a lot of emotional conflict; however, seeing the fact that Metroid was designed as a video game, i will try to add action and a little humor as well. Enjoy...and REVIEW! )
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I : Dire Forebodings
The twin suns of planet Aressus washed the evening sky in vivid color, providing a rainbow backdrop to the glittering lights of the city on the horizon. A little further away, on the outskirts of one of the numerous pay-per-day shipyards, a woman sat on top of a sleek silver spacecraft, watching the sunset.
(A/N...this is a sappy beginning. please don't mind it. continuing...)
Her blond ponytail and pale skin were stained golden, violet and red from the soft light. She had stretched her long legs out on the hull before her and was leaning against the opening hatch, eyes closed to slits.
A chill breeze swept through the atmosphere, and she shivered and opened her eyes. The sunset was beautiful, but Samus's metroid DNA allowed her to take no pleasure wherever cold was concerned. Sighing, she stretched her lean frame and entered the ship through the hatch.
Feeling sluggish and relaxed, Samus walked to the kitchen-unit for a soda, popped the seal, and sat down in the control room in front of her computer. Since she had nothing to do, she could've gone to bed, but she didn't feel tired. It wasn't easy to find a lull in the ceaseless conflict between the Federation and the Space Pirates, and Samus was determined to milk her vacation to the last.
She had just run out of luck.
The computer consule, sensing her presence, stirred. "Good evening, Lady," it said calmly, in a voice she knew well. A pang of regret shot through Samus's mind; she quickly pushed it away. There were some things she didn't allow herself to think about. It was bad enough that she had given in on the computer issue.
It had been a simple hack to copy the automated ADAM unit from HQ's borrowed ship to her new spacecraft. And a silly act of self indulgence, Samus told herself. Still...
Her train of thought was allowed to go no further as ADAM's voice cut through her silence. "Lady, a transmission from HQ has just arrived. Should I access it?"
"Sure," Samus said, not really listening. The face of a man dressed in a customary federation grey labcoat—they all looked the same to Samus—appeared on the screen. A voice message, then. Not written. Samus straightened up. What could be this important? Another mission?
The familiar adrenaline rush that accompanied these calls was beginning to show its effect. 'This message requires a password. Would you like me to enter all possible matches?" ADAM inquired. Samus nodded eagerly. "Go ahead." After a couple of seconds of calculation, the image bleeped into life. Samus sat forward, listening intently.
"Ms. Aran," it began, "It has come to our attention that certain information pertaining to federation matters had been picked up by the general public. Some of this information may be unknown to you. However, we request that whatever you hear, see, or otherwise deduct, you remain in your current position. For security purposes all messages you may attempt to contact us with will be cut. You will be informed at a later time when and if it is deemed necessary. I repeat, do not leave your current location. This is critical. Sincerely, HQ official..." It rambled off on a string of meaningless names and titles.
Samus's voice was hoarse. "ADAM, repeat that." The cold, precise tones played over again. She half-expected them to say something different, that she had been dreaming. Or having a nightmare, more like.
This was not right. Samus got up and paced the control room. The peace of five minutes ago had evaporated. It seemed the lull had been broken, but by what? HQ wasn't telling her; that was certain. And ordinarily Samus wouldn't have waited to find out.
But she had been ordered—no questions about that—to stay here. This was bad. It was more than bad. It was WRONG.
~ ~ ~ (A/N: Well, now that you've read it, review. NOW!!! It can't be that hard!! Errr...sorry, the author is experiencing a moment of insanity. i have those quite often.
In any case, you will NEVER IN ALL ETERNITY get to finish the rest of the story if i don't get at least 1 review. C'mon, just one. O-N-E. but, of course, i'm hoping for A LOT more... *winks*
Oh, Btw, i love cliffies, so be warned.
Bye people! )
This is a story with a lot of emotional conflict; however, seeing the fact that Metroid was designed as a video game, i will try to add action and a little humor as well. Enjoy...and REVIEW! )
~ ~ ~
I : Dire Forebodings
The twin suns of planet Aressus washed the evening sky in vivid color, providing a rainbow backdrop to the glittering lights of the city on the horizon. A little further away, on the outskirts of one of the numerous pay-per-day shipyards, a woman sat on top of a sleek silver spacecraft, watching the sunset.
(A/N...this is a sappy beginning. please don't mind it. continuing...)
Her blond ponytail and pale skin were stained golden, violet and red from the soft light. She had stretched her long legs out on the hull before her and was leaning against the opening hatch, eyes closed to slits.
A chill breeze swept through the atmosphere, and she shivered and opened her eyes. The sunset was beautiful, but Samus's metroid DNA allowed her to take no pleasure wherever cold was concerned. Sighing, she stretched her lean frame and entered the ship through the hatch.
Feeling sluggish and relaxed, Samus walked to the kitchen-unit for a soda, popped the seal, and sat down in the control room in front of her computer. Since she had nothing to do, she could've gone to bed, but she didn't feel tired. It wasn't easy to find a lull in the ceaseless conflict between the Federation and the Space Pirates, and Samus was determined to milk her vacation to the last.
She had just run out of luck.
The computer consule, sensing her presence, stirred. "Good evening, Lady," it said calmly, in a voice she knew well. A pang of regret shot through Samus's mind; she quickly pushed it away. There were some things she didn't allow herself to think about. It was bad enough that she had given in on the computer issue.
It had been a simple hack to copy the automated ADAM unit from HQ's borrowed ship to her new spacecraft. And a silly act of self indulgence, Samus told herself. Still...
Her train of thought was allowed to go no further as ADAM's voice cut through her silence. "Lady, a transmission from HQ has just arrived. Should I access it?"
"Sure," Samus said, not really listening. The face of a man dressed in a customary federation grey labcoat—they all looked the same to Samus—appeared on the screen. A voice message, then. Not written. Samus straightened up. What could be this important? Another mission?
The familiar adrenaline rush that accompanied these calls was beginning to show its effect. 'This message requires a password. Would you like me to enter all possible matches?" ADAM inquired. Samus nodded eagerly. "Go ahead." After a couple of seconds of calculation, the image bleeped into life. Samus sat forward, listening intently.
"Ms. Aran," it began, "It has come to our attention that certain information pertaining to federation matters had been picked up by the general public. Some of this information may be unknown to you. However, we request that whatever you hear, see, or otherwise deduct, you remain in your current position. For security purposes all messages you may attempt to contact us with will be cut. You will be informed at a later time when and if it is deemed necessary. I repeat, do not leave your current location. This is critical. Sincerely, HQ official..." It rambled off on a string of meaningless names and titles.
Samus's voice was hoarse. "ADAM, repeat that." The cold, precise tones played over again. She half-expected them to say something different, that she had been dreaming. Or having a nightmare, more like.
This was not right. Samus got up and paced the control room. The peace of five minutes ago had evaporated. It seemed the lull had been broken, but by what? HQ wasn't telling her; that was certain. And ordinarily Samus wouldn't have waited to find out.
But she had been ordered—no questions about that—to stay here. This was bad. It was more than bad. It was WRONG.
~ ~ ~ (A/N: Well, now that you've read it, review. NOW!!! It can't be that hard!! Errr...sorry, the author is experiencing a moment of insanity. i have those quite often.
In any case, you will NEVER IN ALL ETERNITY get to finish the rest of the story if i don't get at least 1 review. C'mon, just one. O-N-E. but, of course, i'm hoping for A LOT more... *winks*
Oh, Btw, i love cliffies, so be warned.
Bye people! )