Author's Note
Hello random Fanfiction viewer, and welcome to this story idea of mine. I had been thinking of doing something like this for a while now, and had been waiting to get better at story writing before I tried my hand at this. That being said, I think you will enjoy this if you are a fan of Metroid and Halo alike.
Just a warning before you delve into this. You should have a decent knowledge about both the Metroid and the Halo universe in order to properly enjoy this story. That being said, I'm going to try not to just throw things at you that you may or may not know about, and I will explain things that you would need to know about to understand things properly. Underlined things are important, and easy to search up if you really want to know more about it.
LEGEND BELOW
"We've got a live one over here!" = Normal speech.
''What in the world?'' = Normal thoughts.
-(LOCATION)-
-(PLANET-PHAAZE)-
The abomination that was Dark Samus let out a heart-stopping scream as Samus finally dealt a true death blow to her. Blue phazon energy arced around her in erratic bursts, destroying the surrounding battlefield around them both. Samus took a cautious step back, her PED-Suit warning her of a massive phazon energy build up coming from her dark clone.
Her own internal phazon energy had long since reached a dangerously high level, and that was before she had landed on the planet of living phazon. She had been unable to vent her internal phazon after making planet fall, and because of that her phazon didn't stop growing larger, reaching a level so high that any type of bio scan wouldn't recognize her as herself anymore. The only difference between herself and her dark clone was the fact that she was still herself, mentally speaking. Her body was too far gone to be saved from total phazon corruption, and she knew it to be true, no matter how hard it was to accept that fact.
The one and only saving grace for her was that the type of phazon strain she was infected with was different from all others. Usually when the body was exposed to phazon, it eventually altered the mind of whatever it was corrupting, and it was always negative changes. Samus knew this first hand. She was there when her fellow bounty hunters were lost to the horrible effects of phazon madness, forcing her to end their lives. She hated the fact that things had to come to that, but there was nothing she could do for them, they were already too far gone, and she had been too late.
But Samus never lost her mind to phazon madness like the others. She had struggled heroically against the greedy and selfish thoughts that the phazon tried to put into her mind, and she pushed forward as herself, as Samus Aran, and not something else. Even now, with her whole body corrupted by the poisonous blue mutagen, she pushed forward as herself until the bitter end. And what that end would be, she didn't know. But she knew that she wouldn't let anything stop her.
Her focus was brought back to her dark clone as its body started to crack apart. Bright blue light shined through the cracks as the black mockery of her own Chozo armor fell apart, revealing a blindingly bright blue entity to her eyes. Samus's eyes widened in shock as the true form of Dark Samus was revealed to her. The similarities between them were astounding. Dark Samus looked almost completely like her in shape and body, the main difference being that she was made up of nothing but pure energized phazon, powered by self preservation and greed. While Samus herself was human at one point, and had been changed by the corrupting blue poison.
A large charged arc of phazon energy whipped around the arena, smashing into Samus's armored helmet sending her flying back. She hit the ground with a painful thud, landing on her back. She struggled and shakily raised her head to look up at the scene unfolding before her. Dark Samus's body swelled up, her whole body glowing so bright that she was unable to make anything out anymore. Samus struggled to raise her left hand, blocking out the blinding light. With a horrid scream, Dark Samus's final moments were over as her body exploded into phazon vapor, before vanishing into nothingness.
Samus lay there on the ground, struggling to catch her breath. Her body hurt all over. Her head ached and throbbed in pain, and her lungs burned begging for precious oxygen. She had done it. She had finally done it. She had avenged her friends and ended the horror that was Dark Samus. The threat was finally over, and she could finally rest, knowing her job was finished...
Her eyes shot open painfully when the sound of a collapse hit her ears. She turned her head to the side and her heart sank. The whole arena was being destroyed around her. Explosions echoed in her ears at random as the roof and walls of the cave system collapsd around her. Her vision was blurred by the blinding light of the massive leviathan sized phazon tentacles as they fell to the ground dead. She didn't know what was happening right now. The moment Dark Samus was finally gone, Planet Phaaze just started to violently fall apart, and she was still inside it.
She needed to get moving now. If she stayed still any longer, she would end up trapped under all the rubble around her. She let out a pained cough as she sat up and shakily made it to her feet. Her legs bent as shook below her, struggling to support the weight of her body. She barely had time to shuffle to the side to avoid a massive chunk of rock from crushing her. The ground shook under her feet, and she found it progressively harder to stay standing as the world broke apart around her.
Samus whipped her head around in worry, trying to find a way out of the rapidly collapsing planet. Her head shot upwards. The tunnel she had used to enter the arena was still open, though only barely. She set her Space Jump Thrusters to max, and not a moment later she took to the air, reaching for the small opening above. Samus realized that she wasn't going to make it if she didn't do something quick. She swung her left arm in front of her, and fired her Grapple Beam. With a satisfying jolt, she found herself flying upward very rapidly as the beam connected to the roof of the cave system above.
Samus realized a little too late that she wasn't slowing down at all, and before she could even shut her Grapple Beam off, she flew up into the cave roof. She grunted in pain as her body actually tore through the cave roof like a bullet and out the other side into a massive ravine. Her head felt horrible, and her vision blurred. She could vaguely make out the fact that her body started to slow, and she started to fall back towards the collapsing cave below. She blinked rapidly, trying to blink away the spots. The thrusters on her feet triggered as her decent was stopped, and she jumped off the air before she rolled into a spin.
Her suit charged up with the power of the Screw Attack as she started scaling the walls of the massive ravine. Her direction was off course because of the hit to her head, and directing her jumps became increasingly difficult. Yet she somehow ended up reaching the surface of the caves where she left her ship. Landing awkwardly, Samus struggled to make her way to her ship. It was only then that she realized that her ship wouldn't recognize her at all, which would prevent her from even entering the vehicle at all. Even then, she still didn't stop running.
When she finally got close enough, she noticed that her ship hadn't been spared by the dying planet. The entrance bay was damaged, preventing access to the cockpit. Her hope didn't shatter yet as she realized that the cockpit's main window was damaged, a small hole in the side. She sped up her sprint and dove for the window, transforming into the Morph Ball to squeeze into the hole. She landed upside down in the cockpit, slamming against the back wall. Her body was begging for her to stay still and rest, but she knew better then that. She pushed off the wall and tried to stand up, only to fall face first onto the floor. Her legs wouldn't respond no matter how hard she tried. Her vision started to go black, and she felt like she was trying to run through water without her Gravity Suit active.
The only thing that she could do in this instance was struggle and crawl over to the control chair. She found the simple act of crawling very hard with only one arm to use, as her other arm was taken up by her Arm Cannon. Yet she somehow managed to make it to the chair, and pulled herself up onto it. Her eyes shot back and forth across the control panel, which thankfully had been relatively untouched all things considered. Her vision blacked out suddenly before coming back momentarily. Her heart rate raised in panic as she barely held off from passing out right at the end. She powered up the map system and set a course for the Galactic Federation fleet that was in combat in the space surrounding the planet.
The ship groaned as the thrusters kicked to life, struggling to escape the rubble that had started to cover it. The windshield was covered in dust as the ship shot forward into the ravine ahead. It started to fall for a moment before the thrusters really kicked to life as it shot upward, heading for the Federation fleet above. Samus slammed back against the chair, the large hole in the window allowing air pressure into the room, setting the ship off balance. The wind pressure slamming against her head was the finally nail in the coffin, and Samus lost consciousness. Her last thoughts before she passed out was the hope that her ship actually made it to the fleet and she didn't get left behind.
Her ship shot toward the Federation fleet on auto pilot. Space shook suddenly as the phazon leviathan opened a wormhole for the fleet to use as an escape. Yet her ship was still relatively far from the retreating fleet, and the chances of her making it was very small, almost nonexistent. The moment the entire fleet had passed through, the portal started to close very rapidly. Her ship strained to make it in time, speeding up to make it into the quickly shrinking wormhole. Just when it seemed like she wouldn't make it, her ship passed through as the portal closed. The thrusters cut out the second it passed into the portal, and her ship didn't make it all the way through.
Even though she had made it into the wormhole, she didn't make it out the other side before it closed, leaving her floating in the void of space. Her ship's lights flickered as the power started to shut down, and it started to drift in the massive expanse of darkness. The last thing her ship read before the power cut out what that she had made it into uncharted space...
-(LOCATION)-
-(UNKNOWN-SPACE)-
-(UNSC-INFINITY)-
Infinity, the United Nations Space Command's largest secret project to date. The Infinity is an Infinity-class-supercarrier mother-ship and is the most advanced multi-role vessel ever created by Humankind. The ship's role in the UNSC is as a Fleet Flagship, Massive scale force deployment, and finally Galactic Exploration. The Infinity's main reason for existing is to travel the known and the unknown universe, uncovering potential Forerunner locations, and preparing them for research purposes. The Infinity's mission is focused on peace and exploration, even though the ship is capable of easily destroying a Covenant Fleet without a problem.
But the Infinity's main mission as of right this moment, is to locate and render the rest of the Halo Arrays useless as weapons of mass destruction. The Halo Arrays are massive ring worlds created for the sole purpose of rending a galaxy void of life, which would in turn prevent a specific type of life form from spreading across the universe and destroying all know life in it's path. The UNSC set the Infinity on a mission in search for the remaining Halo Rings a year ago, and they had yet to come across one.
Yet in that time the Infinity had plenty of time to waste traveling across the universe, time that was spent exploring and mapping out the previously unknown space. That time was also spent training the Infinity's crew for all sorts of potential interactions with alien lifeforms, as well as heavy combat training in the chance that they have to fight on the surface of unexplored planets.
Which leads us to now, on training deck three of the Infinity. The deck that contains the UNSC's War Games Training Simulation, in where Spartans train in virtual reality situations...
Commander Palmer, more commonly known as Spartan Commander Sarah E. Palmer, the commander of the three hundred Spartans aboard the UNSC Infinity, was busying herself with watching over the War Games Simulations happening on the deck below her. She had been disappointed with the reports on her Spartans combat efficiency lately, and had took it upon herself to ramp things up a little. Being the Commander had it's perks, and she knew just how to use them...
That of course being the fact that she could at any time interfere with the simulation and throw unforeseen things at her Spartans in training. Whether that be a sudden lightning storm assaulting the battlefield, a tornado out of the blue sent to ravage the arena, or even perhaps an attack by a Covenant assault ship. Her Spartans needed to be able to confidently face any situation and come out on top, whatever the cost... Let it never be said that she also really enjoyed putting her Spartans through the wringer every once in a while.
"Commander Palmer!" Her attention was torn from the simulation by the shout of one of the Spartans under her personal command. The smaller woman ran up to her with a salute, the light shining off of her Mjolnir Gen-2 Scout Class Spartan armor. The sight brought a small smile to the commander's face. She turned her attention away from the Simulation deck, and focused on her so called apprentice.
"Yes Serra, what did you need?" Palmer asked, giving the younger woman the stage so to speak. The woman, now named Serra cleared her throat before speaking.
"Scout team Bravo came come across something you might want to see." Serra informed, still holding her salute. Palmer's brows furrowed as she thought on what she said. If it were anyone else she would have merely told them to wait, or get someone else to check it out. But she trusted Serra a whole lot, and that spoke something major about her character. It took a lot for Palmer to trust and or respect anyone at all, even other Commanders. So the fact that Serra came to her meant that it must be important.
"Explain on the way." Palmer ordered, getting another salute from Serra before she took to the halls, Palmer following close behind her. Both Spartans quickly but calmly made their way down the halls of the Infinity, heading for the ship's deck elevator.
"While team Bravo was finishing up their last scouting run for the area, they ran into what looked like a severely damaged gunship drifting near the planet. The vehicle itself is actually very small, seemingly made for use by a single operator." Serra explained, getting a narrowed look from Palmer.
"Covenant or UNSC?" Palmer asked, yet Serra's answer brought a frown to her face.
"Neither. It looked nothing like a Covenant ship from any we have ever seen before. It looked closer to a Human design, although not by much." Serra's explanation brought a confused look to Palmer's face.
"Forerunner?" Palmer asked, even though she felt like she already knew the answer to that question. Serra shook her head negative.
"No mam, it is definitely not Forerunner."
A few minutes passed in silence as both Spartans patiently rode the elevator to the observation deck. Palmer's gaze drifted to the super reinforced glass window that exposed the outside of the Infinity. Her eyes locked onto what she assumed was the unknown gunship floating a small distance away. It was hard to make out any distinct markings from this distance, however she could clearly see that it was merely drifting through space, powerless. The green cockpit window would light up sporadically before the power cut again. She could however make out the decent sized hole in the windshield, the chances of anyone still alive inside was extremely low.
Her thoughts were cut short when the elevator jerked to a halt, the doors opening to the observation deck. The deck was alight with life as many lower class workers ran back and forth, carrying various information to others working on site. A random Marine ran up to her with a salute.
"Commander Palmer!" The Marine exclaimed.
"What's going on here?" Palmer ordered, her arms crossed.
"We were waiting for your command before we did anything with the gunship. We've been running scans on it from here in the meantime." The Marine explained, getting a narrowed look from Palmer.
"I see. Well then, what are we waiting for?" She asked rhetorically. "Bring it in." With her command sent, the Marine ran off to inform the others of their new orders. The deck buzzed to life as the people prepared to intercept the gunship. Force fields popped to life to shield anyone from being sucked out into the cold death of space as the cargo bay port opened. The observation deck sent out a tractor beam that easily grabbed ahold of the smaller ship as well as all the debris surrounding it, before dragging it all inside. Many of the workers on site warily watched the ship for any sign of hostile intent, even though they knew that anything like that was highly unlikely to happen.
As the ship entered into the Infinity, the tractor beam shut off, and it fell to the floor with a thud. Palmer sent a glare to the man working the tractor beam system for not being more careful. The large cargo bay doors closed after the ship had been brought in, and the force fields dropped as well. Palmer didn't wait a second longer before making her way down to the damaged gunship, Serra close behind.
Serra whipped out her DMR in the case they came across hostile life, while Palmer's hand hovered over her MAGNUM on her right leg. The air around the deck had become suddenly tense as both Spartans made their way to the gunship. As they approached, one of the researchers called out something to them. "Commander! We've got life sign readings coming from inside the gunship!" Palmer nodded silently, MAGNUM now resting comfortably in her hand. Both her and Serra shoved their way through the debris, and found themselves in front of the cockpit windshield. They couldn't make anything out through the green tinted glass, so they move to the hole at the side.
Palmer made a hand signal, ordering Serra to hold off and watch her back. The Spartan nodded silently as she took aim at the hole, ready to fire at a moments notice. Palmer took a glance inside, her helmet's headlights kicking on. At first she didn't spot anything noteworthy, that was until her gaze landed on what looked like a humanoid combat suit crumpled lifelessly on the floor next to the command console. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the strange looking armor.
Bulky looking dark purplish blue legs connected to a waist and lower chest piece that looked as if it use to be yellow and had since faded to a gray with blue highlights that connected to a large yet somehow feminine looking dark red chest piece that popped out as if to make space for something. Two massive purplish blue shoulder pieces framed the chest plate with bulky biceps that both led down to the arms. The left arm was fairly normal looking, give or take the clawed fingers and what looked like something resembling an eye on the top of the hand. The right arm was strange however. Instead of a reverse copy of the left arm, this one was outfitted with some kind of weapon that completely covered the arm up to the elbow. The entire suit was covered with the same weird blue tendrils that almost looked like blood veins to a degree.
Palmer's gaze went up to the helmet of the suit. The helmet was the same shade of dark red as the chest plate. It was designed with what looked like an enhanced breathing apparatus on the front with small durable tubes that connected to the sides of the helmet. The visor was an odd shape, and colored an unhealthy looking shade of blue. The helmet was tilted down, which made it impossible for Palmer to get a clear look at the inside of the suit.
Palmer narrowed her eyes as she holstered her MAGNUM. "Serra cover me." She said, before forcing her way into the ship.
"Got it!" Serra responded, training her aim onto the head of the suit. Palmer struggled with the windshield before smashing it open. The green glass reverberated, yet did not break. With a grunt of annoyance, she kept smashing the thing until it gave way. With the way clear, she entered the darkened ship. She did a double take to make sure she didn't miss anything, before crouching down in front of the suit. She reached out to the helmet, pushing the head up to get a better view.
Palmer's eyes widened when she realized that the suit was in fact not empty at all, if the humanish looking face on the other side of the visor was anything to go by. She took a quick moment to make sure that the suit's wearer was in fact alive, before she called for support. "Serra! Call the medical bay! We have a survivor here!" With that command, Serra saluted before she took off to inform the others of the situation. Palmer turned her attention back to the un-named survivor, completely baffled as to how they were still alive after being adrift in space for however long it took to do that kind of damage to the ship.
A few minutes passed before Palmer heard the sound of the medical staff quickly making their way to the gunship. With an advanced medical bed on the side, the team were quick to asses the situation as best they could in a short time.
"We need a large exit space to get to you Commander!" One of the medical team yelled out.
"Alright then, everyone stand back!" Not a moment later Palmer pounded on the windshield with a powerful kick, making a much larger hole for the team to use. With the way now clear, the team quickly moved in and attempted to move the heavily armored suit to the medical bed. The team was prepared to have to deal with a heavy suit, only to come to realize that the suit was not nearly as heavy at they first thought.
"What's this thing made of? It's not even close to as heavy as a Spartan." One of the medical workers pointed out in confusion, clearly shocked by the weight of the suit.
The team were quick but careful it moving the survivor to the medical bed, taking care as to a void the blue veins that crisscrossed the suit. The entire team was outfitted with radioactive protection suits, in the case that the site had some kind of deadly virus of some sort. The bed was just wide enough to hold the entire suit without the arms falling off to the side. The medical team had been extra wary around the heavy duty weapon arm, as it gave off higher energy readings. As an extra precaution, they had strapped the survivor down to the table with magnetic restraints.
With that the medical team quickly made their way out of the observation deck, heading to the medical ward two decks over. Commander Palmer and Private Serra stood there, watching the team leave the scene. Serra looked on in confusion, while Palmer stared intensely at the quickly disappearing medical team.
"Commander?" Serra asked, voicing her confusion to Palmer. Palmer didn't need anymore from Serra to know the question she was asking, and she didn't know how to answer it.
"I don't know..." Palmer replied, before making her way to the command deck. She needed to see Captain Lasky about this. Just before she left the observation deck however, she turned back to the crew, throwing out one more order. "Alright everyone! I want this place cleaned up, and under no circumstances is any of the wreckage to be discarded!"
"Yes mam!" The crew all shouted in response, before getting to work...
-(LOCATION)-
-(INFINITY COMMAND DECK)-
The command deck was relatively quiet at the moment. The crew was merely doing their jobs in keeping things under check and typing up reports for other crew members to distribute to the correct locations. Captain Thomas J. Lasky, the captain of the Infinity was busying himself with reading reports on the efficiency of the Infinity as of last month. There wasn't much of anything else for the man to be currently doing, as the Infinity wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. They had just come across a new planet that had high signs of life on it, and he had decided that this planet would occupy a research mission for the next month or so.
That of course left him with little to do as a captain. The crew that wasn't currently doing research runs on the planet were taking this time to relax a little bit, as they knew it could be a while before they got to again. That in turn left Lasky with little to do with all this time, besides overseeing the research missions via long range display systems. And that was what Commander Palmer found him doing when she entered the command deck.
"Captain Lasky. Are you busy?" Palmer asked as she walked up to the man. Lasky put down the video tablet he was using, and turned to the Spartan.
"Not anymore." The captain responded with a bored smile. Palmer grinned at the man's attitude before her frown returned.
"Lasky, we have a problem." Palmer informed, her arms crossed. Lasky turned all his attention to her when she said that.
"What do you mean?" He asked, walking after her when she started to leave.
"My scouts picked up a wrecked gunship drifting just outside Infinity around an hour ago." Palmer started. "We brought the wreckage into the cargo bay. The thing was in pieces, and clearly not Human, Covenant, or Forerunner made either." Her explanation clearly confused Lasky if the look he gave her was anything to go by.
"Then what was it?" Lasky asked.
"That's the thing. I've never seen anything like it before... But that's not important right now. What's more important is the one lone survivor we found among the wreckage." She continued, getting a thoughtful look from the captain.
"Alien or Human?" Lasky asked.
"We are unsure right now. My first thought's are human, but we won't know until we can see the whole body." Palmer explained. The way she said that, made Lasky feel like he wasn't getting the whole story.
"'Until you can see the whole body'? What do you mean by that?" Lasky asked, reiterating what she just said. Palmer seemed to struggle with something internally.
"Well that right there is the problem. The survivor is completely covered from head to toe in a heavily armored suit. The only part I could make out was part of the face through the darkened visor." Palmer explained, stopping to call the elevator to their location.
"Interesting..." Lasky brought a hand to his chin, seemingly deep in thought. The both of them rode the elevator in silence, Lasky dwelling on this new information he was given. Palmer's eyes drifted to the reinforced window to her right, her gaze flowing over the planet that Infinity currently resided over.
Palmer was a little concerned at the moment. She had expected to receive a call from someone in the medical ward by now. She told the head medical officer to call her when they managed to get the suit off, or at least the helmet. She didn't think it would be that hard... Even then, she had yet to get any new information from the medical deck...
The Spartan narrowed her eyes, shoving the worry off to the back of her mind. It was probably nothing to worry about...
CHAPTER-ONE
END