This is the opening chapter to my new series that takes place after the events of Prime 3. Five minutes after having left a de-briefing on a war-class Galactic Federation frigate -one of the thousands currently wiping out the inhabitants of the Space Pirate home world- she is attacked by an unknown enemy. This is my first fan-fiction, so just keep that in mind before writing me off a bad author XD. Lastly, I know this isn't a very exciting chapter (I promise ch. 2 will be), but its main purpose was to set the base for the first few chapters. Enjoy-

Samus struggled to her feet. "What the hell was th-" Her words were cut off by the deafening sound of a second missile hitting her small gunship's shields. "Damn it!" She shouted, quickly getting to her feet and sliding into the pilot's chair.

The thoroughly annoyed, and slightly frazzled, bounty desperately grasped the ship's controls in preparation to dodge another attack. Seeing no immediate threat, she swerved around in an attempt to locate her assailant. But as she reached almost a full 180 degree turn, Samus found that not only could she not see another ship, but she couldn't see much at all; the reason for her limited visibility being: not ten feet from her face, was a rather large missile. "Fffuck." She stated eyes wide. The ship shook violently upon impact, and her shields flickered.

"God-damn Space Pirates!" She cursed. She grabbed the controls and did a 360 loop, desperately looking for her attackers. She activated her ship's missile alert systems and unlocked the weapons system, which had amongst its arsenal some missiles of its own. Her eyes darted from side to side, straining to see in the infinite darkness of space. She activated her rear-side camera, but all she could see on the screen was the planet she'd left just a few minutes ago. "Where are you damn it!" She whispered.

Her heart pounded as she dodged more missiles that randomly appeared from beyond her ship's limited view. She exhaled heavily, suddenly realizing she was clenching the controls tightly enough to leave small imprints in the metal. "Calm yourself Samus, it's not like you've never been ambushed before." She hissed, disgusted at her own lack of self-control.

Loosening her grip on the controls and flying with her mind on autopilot, she began to think aloud: "Galactic Fed is swarming all over that planet, fighting the last known major population of Space Pirates on what we believe to be their homeworld. The majority of the damn species should be extinct soon at this rate, so I'm not very high on their priority list. Even so, who else would want to single me out other than the Space Pirates?"

The possibility of a politician sending an assassin after her because of the events transpired on the B.S.L. floated through her head -but she quickly dismissed the thought. "Who in the hell would even target me this close to an army G.F.'s warships?" she yelled in frustration "They're flanking a whole damn planet's atmosphere not five minutes awa-" She stopped abruptly, and yanked the controls. The ship lurched as she forced it to make a hard turn. A slowly grin crept across her face. "You can hide in space?" she said, barrel rolling as a missile zoomed past her ship "I can run in a warzone!" She raced at high back toward the Pirate's Home world -and the fleets upon fleets of Galactic Federation warships bombing it.

She opened a communication link with a Galactic Federation Warship as soon as one was in range. "This is Galactic Federation contracted bounty hunter Samus Aran. I'm sending an ID string and verification code tagged to this transmission. I'm requesting contact with your captain A.S.A.P." She barked over the COM.

"Samus? I heard you left planet side already…" said the ship's captain hesitantly. He quickly added remembering that Samus had wanted something: "-what do you need Samus?"

"I have an enemy –one I've never encountered before, chasing me right now, and I need a com-satellite-array prepared once I enter the planet's inner atmosphere." she demanded hurriedly.

"You don't want back up?" He said, the disappointment in his voice showing more than he intended. "And you plan on holding fire on your attacker until you at least… enter the…" he trailed off, a little confused.

He paused. "May I ask why?" he said in a curious voice.

"It's using very complex stealth technology, so I couldn't hit him if I wanted to… -and I don't think it's Space Pirate in origin," she answered plainly.

"Hmmmmm? And how do you figure," He said skeptically.

She let out an irritated sigh. "Sir, I don't have the time-" she was cut off by an explosion.

The Captain scowled then sighed. "Alright Samus, but why the wait for the arrays?"

"-prevent the pilot from figuring out he's being recorded, and tucking tail until we have visual of his ship. -I think he's using a small ship, so I'm betting on him having to switch from powering his cloak, to powering his shields when we enter the hot-zone."

"And, how, do you know that he will in-fact follow you into the hot-zone?" there was no response. "Samus?" The sound of an explosion could be heard in the background. "Samus!"

One of the bridge members spoke up: "Sir! We're losing the signal!"

For fifteen long seconds, there was nothing but silence. The captain was about to order a ship to go and see what had happened, the COM line picked up something -it was filled with static, but it was something: "Damn it!" Samus's voice came in fuzzily, the sound of warning sirens going off in the background.

"Samus! Can you hear m-" the captain yelled, urgency tinting his voice as the sound of at least fifty small explosions cut him off. "Samus!" he screamed again; the COM was dead.

He clenched his fist tightly, trying to swallow the fact that not only was the Federations biggest asset probably dead right now, but he might have been able to prevent her death if he would have just sent in some ships in to give her some backup.

"Sir, we're being hailed," said one of the bridge members.

"Put them through."

"Sir!" he said opening the COM line.

"-I- -arrays- -now!"

"Samus? Status report now!" demanded the captain.

"He started getting desperate as we approached the atmosphere. He- he started using swarmer missiles. My main shields and primary COM are off line. Sir" She reported, the militant tone slowly fading from her voice. Captain Ramirez could tell by the lack of strength in her voice that she was injured. Either way, he couldn't lose what was possibly the Galactic Federations greatest asset.

"Pull back now!"

"-can't do that"

"That's an order!"

"Sir… No sir." She stated. The communications ended, not died, just ended. The captain swore under his breath.

"Sir?" said another one of the bridge members.

"Yes, private."

"What should I do sir?" she asked in a serious voice. He paused. "Give her that array A.S.A.P."

"Sir!" she said with the ever so slightest of smiles.

"Right away Sir!"

"And,"

"Yes sir?"

"Tell the B.S.L. Frigate in section 39 air space Samus could use some aerial support."

"…Sir!"

He inhaled deeply and held it before exhaling. He hoped to God Samus knew what she was doing.

I hope you liked it, cause I know I had fun writing it ^^ BECAUSE THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER, I would like to hear your thoughts on whether or not I should continue the saga, or if I bombed it. Also any HELPFUL comments (positively or negatively oriented) would be much appreciated.

-Thanks!