Location: Hunter Type 2 Gunship, Registered to Samus Aran
From The Log of Samus Aran: I'd been told to leave Biologic's research vessel and leave the SA-X to the Galactic Federation. Knowing that they would have been torn apart, I took it upon myself to terminate the station, and planet SR-388 in the process. However, I knew that there would be dire consequences for going against their will, and I couldn't avoid them for the rest of my life. My computer, Adam, told me that they might show some leniency for the past situations in which I had done the work of an entire army in their place.
I appeared before the highest ranking officers of the Federation and explained the power of the SA-X and the choice I had been presented with. I told them of the heartless attacks, the ability to assimilate knowledge and power from a life form, and how they left their prey for dead after they acquired what they needed. As they talked amongst themselves and deliberated my fate, I felt that they were somehow less angered than I would have expected them to be. They seemed at ease, as if they had never needed an X specimen in the first place. After half an hour of discussion, they presented me with two options. I could either serve fifty hours on an excavation project on Tallon IV, or I could be serve twenty years in solitary confinement. Knowing that I could never remain stationary for twenty years, I accepted the offer to help them on Tallon IV.
Location: Skies Of Tallon IV
As I began the landing procedures near the GF defense parameter, I noticed that several Hunter Class ships had set up camps around a main Federation carrier. I could only guess that they were being paid. Otherwise, a hunter would generally ignore any requests from the Feds. I let the newly installed auto-pilot land the craft while I went to change into my fusion armor. I knew that it had the same functions as my old power suit, but I was questioning the full potential of it, since there were no X parasites on Tallon IV. The only concerns I had were of remaining metroids from my last visit to this world, and Phazon, the radioactive substance that could kill or mutate any organism it came to touch.
Location: Tallon IV, Recruiting Station
As I came to the Federation Carrier, I was sent to a desk to be assigned a task. I didn't want to stay on this world any longer than I had to. That's when I noticed him. In the line next to me, I noticed someone wearing a suit of Fusion Armor identical to my own. I could only guess that the Feds were pleased with the power a Fusion Suit could generate. Then I came to the desk. I continued to eye him, until I he disappeared into the crowd.
The clerk at the desk then searched her files. "Ah yes, Samus Aran. You're the Hero from a few years ago, aren't you?"
"Yes. That's me." It felt good to be known, but there were times when I wish that the Feds didn't make my work public.
"Well, we're going to have you working in the mining tunnels in the Magmoor Region. You'll be working with a man by the name of Jack Cirrus. Here's the paperwork that covers all of the formalities." She handed me several forms and what seemed to be waivers, probably to state that GF officials couldn't be held responsible for any injuries or accidental deaths. "Just fill these out and rest up. The main excavation begins tomorrow."
"Thanks. By the way, what exactly are the Federation officials looking for anyway?" I knew that she would be ignorant of their true intentions, but I thought I should try to get a general idea of what I'd have to pull them out of this time. I also had a guess, but I wanted to assume the best until I had to face a worst case scenario.
"I'm not sure, but I've heard some rumors about a new energy supply that could help drive the Space Pirates away from the Earth." She then called more applicants as I turned to return to my ship.
Location: Hunter Type 2 Gunship, Recently Stationed Campsite
I breathed a heavy sigh as I looked over the forms. These formalities were not the kind of tasks I enjoyed undertaking. Then again, having the life sucked out of me by parasitic life forms wasn't that much better. "This is not what I signed on for." I said to myself.
"As I recall, you were drafted." A male voice shot out nowhere.
I stood to attention and instinctively raised my arm in my usual attack fashion. "Who's there? Show yourself."
"Relax Miss Aran. I'm only here to talk business." The fusion armor from before landed in front of me. I suppose he jumped off of my Gunship. "I only thought I should know the great Samus before I joined on with her."
"Joined?..............I take it your Jack Cirrus." He was about my height, but his suit varied some from my own.
"I am. I'm a commander in the Galactic Federation Army. I thought I should brief you on the situation." He spoke with a lighthearted tone in his voice, as if he knew that metroids were waiting and he wanted to take them all on at once.
"I'm listening."
"Tomorrow morning, we're going to the Magmoor region. We've scanned several Space Pirate data logs that told us about a chemical called Phazon. I'm told that you've had exposure to this chemical, am I right?"
"You are. Proceed." Now I knew that the Federation was ignorant. When I reported back from my mission of simply investigating a distress call, I had told them of the dangers that Phazon presented. Perhaps I should have withheld this information for the better of the galaxy.
"We know that you've warned us of the element before, so prior to this mission, we sent a scout ship ahead to bring a sample of Phazon, which was no easy task. After analysis, we were able to create suits of armor resistant it's poisoning for a very small number of troops."
"Tell me, what use does the Federation intend to make of Phazon if they manage to contain it?"
"I've haven't been informed of it. I assume that they'll put it to military use. In your report, you did say that it could be concentrated into a beam and used offensively, didn't you?"
I remembered the Phazon beam. It cut through a metroid in under a second, and who knows the effects it may have had on other forms of life. "I did, but I didn't have sufficient time to test its effects. It could react adversely if it's not used under the proper circumstances."
"A good point, but I'm only a commander. Even if I knew of it's effects, it would be out of my hands. Once those hard heads make a choice, they stick by it. Not to let them hear this of course."
"It seems that you don't like working for them anymore than I do." He seemed to be a hypocrite. Adam had a similar attitude, but he would never say it directly to someone.
"Ironic, isn't it?" In any case, we need to rest up. We set out tomorrow at 0900 hours. Get some sleep and meet me at the southern end of the carrier. We'll be in command of squads seventeen and eighteen. Farewell until then." He started off.
"Hold on a second!" His attitude was almost identical to Adam's. I thought that maybe they had met somewhere. He stopped.
"Objections, Miss Aran?"
"..........nothing. I'll.....see you tomorrow." I returned to the interior of my ship to finish the paperwork. Tomorrow would be a long day.
From The Log of Samus Aran: I'd been told to leave Biologic's research vessel and leave the SA-X to the Galactic Federation. Knowing that they would have been torn apart, I took it upon myself to terminate the station, and planet SR-388 in the process. However, I knew that there would be dire consequences for going against their will, and I couldn't avoid them for the rest of my life. My computer, Adam, told me that they might show some leniency for the past situations in which I had done the work of an entire army in their place.
I appeared before the highest ranking officers of the Federation and explained the power of the SA-X and the choice I had been presented with. I told them of the heartless attacks, the ability to assimilate knowledge and power from a life form, and how they left their prey for dead after they acquired what they needed. As they talked amongst themselves and deliberated my fate, I felt that they were somehow less angered than I would have expected them to be. They seemed at ease, as if they had never needed an X specimen in the first place. After half an hour of discussion, they presented me with two options. I could either serve fifty hours on an excavation project on Tallon IV, or I could be serve twenty years in solitary confinement. Knowing that I could never remain stationary for twenty years, I accepted the offer to help them on Tallon IV.
Location: Skies Of Tallon IV
As I began the landing procedures near the GF defense parameter, I noticed that several Hunter Class ships had set up camps around a main Federation carrier. I could only guess that they were being paid. Otherwise, a hunter would generally ignore any requests from the Feds. I let the newly installed auto-pilot land the craft while I went to change into my fusion armor. I knew that it had the same functions as my old power suit, but I was questioning the full potential of it, since there were no X parasites on Tallon IV. The only concerns I had were of remaining metroids from my last visit to this world, and Phazon, the radioactive substance that could kill or mutate any organism it came to touch.
Location: Tallon IV, Recruiting Station
As I came to the Federation Carrier, I was sent to a desk to be assigned a task. I didn't want to stay on this world any longer than I had to. That's when I noticed him. In the line next to me, I noticed someone wearing a suit of Fusion Armor identical to my own. I could only guess that the Feds were pleased with the power a Fusion Suit could generate. Then I came to the desk. I continued to eye him, until I he disappeared into the crowd.
The clerk at the desk then searched her files. "Ah yes, Samus Aran. You're the Hero from a few years ago, aren't you?"
"Yes. That's me." It felt good to be known, but there were times when I wish that the Feds didn't make my work public.
"Well, we're going to have you working in the mining tunnels in the Magmoor Region. You'll be working with a man by the name of Jack Cirrus. Here's the paperwork that covers all of the formalities." She handed me several forms and what seemed to be waivers, probably to state that GF officials couldn't be held responsible for any injuries or accidental deaths. "Just fill these out and rest up. The main excavation begins tomorrow."
"Thanks. By the way, what exactly are the Federation officials looking for anyway?" I knew that she would be ignorant of their true intentions, but I thought I should try to get a general idea of what I'd have to pull them out of this time. I also had a guess, but I wanted to assume the best until I had to face a worst case scenario.
"I'm not sure, but I've heard some rumors about a new energy supply that could help drive the Space Pirates away from the Earth." She then called more applicants as I turned to return to my ship.
Location: Hunter Type 2 Gunship, Recently Stationed Campsite
I breathed a heavy sigh as I looked over the forms. These formalities were not the kind of tasks I enjoyed undertaking. Then again, having the life sucked out of me by parasitic life forms wasn't that much better. "This is not what I signed on for." I said to myself.
"As I recall, you were drafted." A male voice shot out nowhere.
I stood to attention and instinctively raised my arm in my usual attack fashion. "Who's there? Show yourself."
"Relax Miss Aran. I'm only here to talk business." The fusion armor from before landed in front of me. I suppose he jumped off of my Gunship. "I only thought I should know the great Samus before I joined on with her."
"Joined?..............I take it your Jack Cirrus." He was about my height, but his suit varied some from my own.
"I am. I'm a commander in the Galactic Federation Army. I thought I should brief you on the situation." He spoke with a lighthearted tone in his voice, as if he knew that metroids were waiting and he wanted to take them all on at once.
"I'm listening."
"Tomorrow morning, we're going to the Magmoor region. We've scanned several Space Pirate data logs that told us about a chemical called Phazon. I'm told that you've had exposure to this chemical, am I right?"
"You are. Proceed." Now I knew that the Federation was ignorant. When I reported back from my mission of simply investigating a distress call, I had told them of the dangers that Phazon presented. Perhaps I should have withheld this information for the better of the galaxy.
"We know that you've warned us of the element before, so prior to this mission, we sent a scout ship ahead to bring a sample of Phazon, which was no easy task. After analysis, we were able to create suits of armor resistant it's poisoning for a very small number of troops."
"Tell me, what use does the Federation intend to make of Phazon if they manage to contain it?"
"I've haven't been informed of it. I assume that they'll put it to military use. In your report, you did say that it could be concentrated into a beam and used offensively, didn't you?"
I remembered the Phazon beam. It cut through a metroid in under a second, and who knows the effects it may have had on other forms of life. "I did, but I didn't have sufficient time to test its effects. It could react adversely if it's not used under the proper circumstances."
"A good point, but I'm only a commander. Even if I knew of it's effects, it would be out of my hands. Once those hard heads make a choice, they stick by it. Not to let them hear this of course."
"It seems that you don't like working for them anymore than I do." He seemed to be a hypocrite. Adam had a similar attitude, but he would never say it directly to someone.
"Ironic, isn't it?" In any case, we need to rest up. We set out tomorrow at 0900 hours. Get some sleep and meet me at the southern end of the carrier. We'll be in command of squads seventeen and eighteen. Farewell until then." He started off.
"Hold on a second!" His attitude was almost identical to Adam's. I thought that maybe they had met somewhere. He stopped.
"Objections, Miss Aran?"
"..........nothing. I'll.....see you tomorrow." I returned to the interior of my ship to finish the paperwork. Tomorrow would be a long day.