Never Alone
A SSBM Fanfic
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"Samus Aran, a message for you has arrived!" beeped a computer monitor shrilly.
A woman banged her head from under a machine she'd been working on.
"...it all," she muttered irritably, rubbing her sore head.
She glanced back at the damaged works of the console. The ship's defensive blast shields mechanism had decided to conk out earlier and if she didn't get it fixed, she would be in serious trouble if the pirates attacked it. She sighed as the murky black goop dripped from its cords and tossed her pliers aside.
She would need to have an engineer look at it at the next stop.
The bounty hunter then stood, wiping her grimy hands on her oil-stained white tank-top making it even dirtier. Her long, straight sunny-yellow hair had been tied back to prevent it from getting tangled with the gears and into her lean face.
Samus went over to the ship's controls, pressing a neon green button.
In an instant, a blue hologram message appeared in mid-air before her.
"Oh no..." she moaned when she had read it. "It's BACK..."
It was an e-mail from the Subspace Emissary, which she had learned was a year-long organization that took place once every five years. The event was a set of challenges and tournaments where chosen fighters from different universes duked it out, much to the delight of their spectators. From what she read, it sounded like more people where joining in this time around.
Great, just GREAT.
Samus wasn't too happy.
One, She hated crowds so she preferred to be by her lone self.
Two, she was in the middle of a very important mission for crying out loud. She didn't have time for silly frivolous things like fighting for the sport of it to satisfy mad, drooling imbeciles.
She slumped into her ship commander's seat and let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing her temples.
This wasn't a good time.
She had a shipload of Space Pirates she had to seize. She'd been tipped off by the Federation they were experimenting with a possible hazardous material and she had to put an end to it. Bounty hunters always did the dirty work.
That and the metal-head Ridley was at large once again.
SERIOUSLY, didn't that thing ever die?
Definitely not a good time.
She stared at the screen then clicked it off.
Screw it; I have much better things to do. Hopefully these Subspace dorks will realize that.
She turned to the terminal and typed in coordinates for the nearest Federation docking bay. She then stretched her arms and thought she'd have a quick rest before her ship landed. Just as she raised herself to her feet, the ship took a sharp lunge forward.
Samus fell facedown, swearing loudly.
"WHAT THE HECK?"
She pulled herself up the seat; the ship began rumbling then it went all dark. Then a faint purple glow illuminated the inside. As Samus looked out of the screen, her eyes went wide.
"No, NO!"
It was a massive swirling wormhole that threatened to suck her into to who knows where. She'd seen this before, a long time ago and had tried desperately to forget it. But there it was and back.
She went to her ship's wheel but knew it would be no use anyway.
"No, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" she yelled as she tugged at the controls in a futile attempt, trying to turn the ship around.
In one swift motion, the hole gulped up Samus, her gunship and all. After that, it shrank and was no more; its place having made no mark in the vast darkness of outer space.
Soon, the Federation would know of Samus Aran's disappearance and try everything they would, but they never found any contact of her.
At least, not for a long time…