Metroid: Conspiracy Theory

Chapter One: Personal Visit

"Careful with those specimens. We don't want any more accidents, like what happened last time," head researcher John Gribbles said.

"I'll be as careful as I can, but, if I can ask a question…" Blake Binghamton replied.

"Go ahead."

"Okay, why, exactly are we loading these on to the bomber ships?" Blake asked.

"That's an easy one. Those idiotic Space Pirates gave these to us and the Galactic Federation, so we're going to give them back to them," John answered.

"I don't think that I'm too familiar with these specimens, can you explain what they are?" interrogated Blake. The canister that he was holding contained a floating blob-like creature. It had several sensors on the bottom of it, and it seemed to contain a circular nucleus in the center of its translucent body.

"That is called a metroid. Deadly creatures, really. If that were to get out, it would leech itself onto you and suck out your energy, killing you in a matter of seco- WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?" yelled John.

Clank, clank, clank. A shadow approached in a nearby corridor. Clank, clank, clank. Metallic footsteps echoed throughout the room. Blake whipped out his T-38 Emergency S.T.U.N. (Super Taser Undulating Necessity) Gun and pointed it at the shadow. As the footsteps became louder, he pulled the trigger instinctively.

It might have helped if his shot didn't bounce back. Ricocheting around the room, the energy bolt finally found its mark: John's canister. The Metroid escaped from the shattered bottle and began to lunge itself at John. As it was about to leech itself onto John's head, it froze in midair, falling to the floor. A few seconds later, it exploded. The intergalactic bounty hunter Samus Aran emerged from behind the corridor. "You really should be more careful with that pistol," she scolded.

"My ap-pologies, ma'am, it w-won't h-happen ag-gain," Blake studdered.

"See that it doesn't," Samus replied, straightening up. "Now, I came to take all of these metroids and the ones in the bombers. I would like them loaded onto my gunship, pronto!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that these are only for the bomb squads. They're making a bombing run today on a Pirate convoy in orbit over Zebes," John said.

"I've come to pick these up," Samus said, "because I'll be making a, ah, personal visit with the Pirates today."