(RIDLEY'S POV)
DATALOG: 17843.Y7.R
What started merely as a experiment to rid myself of that accursed hunter Samus Aran turned out to be one of the most unnerving things I have ever done. She was a result of mixing Samus's genes and my own. she had a basic human body plan but it was clear she was not human with red slitted eyes much like my own with claws and sharpened teeth. I watched the neural monitoring system "she's dreaming" I thought "unaware of the danger she is in" High command ordered her termination deeming her a security risk. I couldn't help but feel responsible for her as if she was my own hatchling and in a sense she was. I was the one scheduled to terminate her yet I decided to take a different route. we found the hunters signal I hacked into her network and sent a fake but believable distress signal now all I had to do was wait. I currently lie on the ground mortally wounded and dying again I know my comrades will resurrect me I'm that valuble. I notice as the huntress walks away she is carrying a small bundle and the incubation vat was open. I smiled as the world went black once more. : END TRANSMISSION FILED INTO MEMORY BANK7.65
(SAMUSES POV)
DATALOG: 097SAM.34561.298
It was suppose to be a routine mission escorting a public official to a nearby space outpost it was on the way back when things got interesting. I got a distress signal from a ARMAGGEDON-class pirate warship throwing caution to the wind I boarded the ship and slaughtered any pirate or grotesque mutation that got in my way I finally got to the distress beacon surprise surprise who else should I find but Ridley grinning malevolently after immediately disposing of him (which seemed to easy) I gaped reading what was in the only active incubation vault, a clone of myself altered by Ridley's genetics upon looking at the helpless creature I was filled a instinct I thought died with the metroid hatchling. She needed me and I needed her. I opened the tank and grabbed the infant and left I did need someone to carry on the Aran legacy when I retired. The baby cooed and giggled at its refection on my visor. "I think I'll call you Riley" and so a legend was born.