A symphony of sound reaches my ears, all too familiar and infuriating. It is the infernal sound of my own personal hell: clicking, beeping, bubbling, chattering, tapping, growling and mumbling. Either fortunately, or not, I can't decide, I'm awake. Near consistent exposure to the damned stasis liquid allowed my body to build up an almost immunity to it. Instead of rendering me completely comatose, it simply keeps me hovering on the edge of the abyss, a place between conscious and unconscious. The stupid crab-like insects, the Space Pirates, are both intelligent and stupid, however. They're capable of brilliant feats, yet they're do not of recognize me being conscious… so long as I do not think too hard and stay relaxed, at least.
They've let me out before. Oh, yes. Infrequently and rarely for anything I enjoy. I am dumped out of this hellish tank to first be poked and prodded at by scores of them and then to complete menial tasks. "Solve this puzzle," they click. "Run this course," they hiss. "Defeat this drone," they rasp. And after I am done leaping through their hoops, I am stuffed back in the tank and am left to the whims of my own psyche until I am pulled out to do it all again. I can remember nothing else. Only tank, puzzles, test, fight, test, tank. I've given up trying to fight them.
I've been here for what feels like eras. Listening to them mutter about projects and experiments. Metroids, Lord Ridley, High Command. Bullshit I couldn't care less about. Sometimes they hiss and click about 'the huntress', whoever that is. I listen to those conversations, they tend to be at least a little humorous; and I have to get a chuckle somewhere. But, I pay special attention when I hear the phrase "Project Wyvern." Here's what I know about that project. It's been ongoing for 2.3 decacycles. It's DNA being primarily human, was infused with that of zebesian, space dragon, and Metroid. This altered DNA strand was placed into an egg cell and grown in a lab. This subject came into existence 1.8 decacycles ago, the only successful subject. A female hybrid showing advanced dexterity and intelligence. It has several cybernetic enhancements, mainly to increase learning and adaptive capabilities as well as immune response to optimal efficiency.
I cling to this knowledge because, from what I understand, "Project Wyvern" is me.
a/n: Tiny little O/C story that I'm writing off and on. This is the introductory chapter so the rest of them probably wont be as monologue-y.