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Note 1: Any feedback is welcome, but detailed replies are preferred(both good and bad). Questions, comments or concerns that you don't feel like mentioning in a review can be sent to Rabideau_@hotmail.com. Please use the subject line "Metroid fan-fic".
Note 2: Unfortunetly I had to upload this a .doc so I couldn't have any special formatting. Any sentences or words you see with dash marks( - ) signifies italics. Hopefuly I'll be able to re-upload it later.
Note 3: This starting chapter is intended to be a bit 'fluffy', humorous and is basically just setting up the story. Sorry if it is boring and long, there will be good action and plot in later chapters(if I get that far ^_^), so please stick with it!
Metroid V: Revelation
=====Chapter 1: No Rest for the Weary ==========
Sunlight filtered through thin curtains as dawn came. First light hit the ceiling and slowly crept down the walls, banishing shadow as it went. Eventually the light fell onto the face of Samus Aran, gently waking her up. She yawned as she opened her eyes and looked out the window. The window was specifically positioned to face the dawn; that was Samus' favorite way to wake up. Better than any modern alarm clock, she always said. But she didn't want to wake up just yet. She shifted in bed and rolled her back to the light and pulled the blankets back up over her head. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, not since returning from her last mission. She had been having nightmares about it. She drifted back to sleep for a couple of nightmareless hours before a knock at her bedroom door woke her.
"Lady? Aren't you up yet? Have you taken ill?" Came an old voice, thin but defiant, from behind the door. Samus groaned a little told her butler to go away with an absent-minded "go wash something". "Very good," the voice said and she heard footsteps go off down the hall.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn't get back to sleep after this second interruption. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling for a while. Then towards the curtained window, where birds were now chirping in a nearby tree. Her room was large, but very plainly decorated and lacking furnishings. Her large bed was the most lavish thing in the room with tall corner-posts expertly carved as Chozo, but with no other special decoration. Her closet and the wall around it also had carvings, but only vague vines and leaves. She couldn't remember why she wanted her room so large. She thought that she wanted to furnish it more - a nice couch, a comfortable chair, a plethora of assorted objects - but she couldn't think of any reason to put any of that in now. The only thing other than the bed was a desk and mirror against the wall for doing make-up and hair - not that she'd hardly used it at all in years. She felt like she hadn't been able to do a lot of thing that she'd wanted when she was younger. Work took up too much time.
"Is this how I wanted my life to turn out...?" she whispered to the birds.
Eventually, she tossed the covers off and swung her legs off the side of the bed. But she just sat there a while. Something made her uneasy, and she mostly understood it. This wasn't the first time she had this feeling. It had happened every so often during the weeks after her last mission to the BSL research station. The parasite known as X that she had battled there - with their ability to take the form of anything they encountered - made her uneasy. The fact that they had almost killed her before she understood what they were made her even more uneasy. Her needing to be infused with Metroid DNA in order to combat them - not to mention survive - made her -extremely- uneasy. But that meant that they weren't really a threat to her any more, so it was a good thing. Wasn't it? She hoped so. Nobody had any idea what the long-term effects of fusing with Metroid DNA could be. She sat and thought about this almost every morning. "I must be getting old," she told herself with a slight chuckle and walked over to her closet to get her robe. She wasn't actually 'old' by any means, just pushing thirty, but her line of work was very taxing on the body. She wrapped the knee-length, fluffy white robe over the loose tanktop and underwear that she wore to bed and tied the belt tight. She thought about taking a shower, but decided she didn't care; she didn't plan on going anywhere today.
As Samus walked down the hall barefoot she heard the old voice again from a room quite a ways down the hall. "Finally up I see. It's nearly midday. Are you sure you're not ill?"
"I'm fine," Samus replied. "Thanks. Just get me some coffee please."
"I already made a pot, but if you could poor it yourself I would appreciate it. I'm a bit busy at the moment."
"With what?"
"Well, you told me to wash something, so..."
"Please tell me you aren't touching my suit," Samus said, starting to poor a cup of coffee.
"No, no, of course not. My Lady has told me several times not to touch it for any reason. I'm just preparing a few buckets of water to clean my Lady's ship." Samus nearly dropped the coffee pot as she threw her head back and laughed loudly.
"Benson! Do you know how long that would take?" she laughed. "And besides, the hanger has an automatic cleaning system."
"I am full aware of that, my Lady, but since you didn't need me for your breakfast this morning I didn't know what to do. Since you suggested that I clean something and I didn't know quite know when you'd get up I figured....," Benson trailed off. Samus let out another loud laugh.
"I was tired and joking," she told him. "Haven't you heard of relaxing? I told you before that if I don't need anything you can relax and do whatever you want."
"Yes, well-"
"OK," Samus interrupted. "I've decided I am hungry. Make me some eggs." She instantly heard a clatter of buckets and hurried footsteps come towards her and she laughed yet again. This was the best morning she'd had in weeks. "Maybe I will take that shower after all. Have something ready when I'm done."
Samus wasn't really hungry nor did she want to take a shower. She just wanted to alleviate Benson's boredom and she needed a place to muse over his antics in private. She had to admit that the water felt better than she thought it would. The thought that she couldn't remember when her last shower was almost disgusted her. The ten shower heads that covered the two walls of the corner shower quickly drenched her entire body and soaked her blonde hair with warm water. She didn't bother with any soap or shampoo since she didn't really feel like taking a shower in the first place. Instead she leaned against the wall with both arms out under the main shower head and let the water stream over her head and down her back. She was simply enjoying the feel of the water. A rogue thought brought her mind back to her last mission - to the Metroid DNA that permeated her cells and coursed through her veins. And also all of the X parasites that she had absorbed. Or eaten. She still didn't know how to describe the act or the sensation. It was too new to her. Too strange. Too alien.
-Will this Metroid DNA ever begin to alter my mind?- she thought to herself. -Even the scientists didn't have a definite answer. I guess I'll have to wait and find out. Damnit. I can't think of a time when I haven't been in control of everything, especially of my own body.-
Samus exited the shower, dried and retied her robe before she went back into the dining room. There was a nearly massive spread of eggs, bacon, toast, sandwiches and a wide variety of every type food from every meal time. Samus thought she even spied a fat steak buried in the pile of food. There were also several glasses of milk, orange juice, water, coffee and tea. It was simply and obviously too much.
"Benson!" Samus cried in shock. "I couldn't have been in the shower for -that- long! How did you manage to make all this?"
"Where there's a will there's a way, my Lady," Benson replied quickly, as he began to tend to the dishes. Now Samus was starting to get suspicious of his increasingly nervous behavior. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him sharply.
"And just why would the will to create such a feast exist, Benson?" She asked slowly, taking a seat and crossing her legs.
"Well, the reason is, uh, that is to say-" Benson began to stammer out.
"I'm waiting," Samus told him sternly, tapping a finger on the table. Benson let out a heavy sigh and collected himself.
"My Lady, it's just that I don't know what's wrong with you," Benson began. This answer shocked Samus and she stopped tapping her finger. "Ever since you got back from your last mission you've been acting strange. I don't know what to do about it and my nervousness has taken the better of me. I just...don't know what to do, so I cooked." Samus couldn't decide whether to be touched about his concern or laugh. She decided to do both. She smiled a little took a sip of the orange juice glass.
"There's nothing to worry about," Samus assured him. "I told you what happened to me out on the BSL station and it's just going to take some time for me to adjust to it. But there's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine." She scooped a forkfull of eggs into her mouth and picked up a piece of toast. She leaned back in her chair so it was on two legs and bit into the toast. "We'll get used to it, Benson."
"Indeed."
It was just then that a series of gentle chimes sounded in the room. After a few seconds the series sounded again. "Damnit, always when I'm eating," Samus cursed. "Where's the remote?" Benson grabbed a small silver, buttoned device off the counter and tossed it to Samus. She easily picked it out of the air and pressed a button. Two thin lights that stretched from floor to ceiling on either side of the room parallel to the table lit up softly and a holographic screen appeared between them. The image of a middle aged man with carefully trimmed hair and wearing a military uniform appeared on the screen.
"Ah, good you're up," the man said. "I called earlier, but Benson said you were still in bed." Samus took another bite of toast and put it down. Dusting the crumbs off her hands she stood up and grabbed the orange juice again.
"What you do you want, Molov?" She asked him. "I told you I'm not taking any more missions right now."
"We're fully aware of that and that's why we didn't call you sooner," Molov told her. "There is a situation that requires your expertise."
"I don't care," Samus told him bluntly and moved to push another button on the remote.
"It's about the X," Molov said quickly. Samus froze. Her face showed no sign of surprise but her body betrayed her. "I thought that would get your attention," Molov continued with a slight smile. A glare from Samus wipped the grin off his face. "It would appear that you didn't kill them all when you destroyed the research station. A large number survived and destroyed a colony near SR-388. Where it used to be, anyway." Samus recovered from her shock and tried to make taking a sip of orange juice look smooth.
"Survived?" Samus repeated in disbelief. "That's not possible. The station was destroyed. As was SR-388. I watched it. It can't be the X. They're gone."
"Well somehow it is," Molov told her. "We don't know how yet, but it is the X. They killed thousands of people, Samus." Molov said, suddenly getting very grave. "And a hundred soldiers sent to stop them. They're monsters. You're the only one that can do it."
"And why should I?" Samus asked him. "You people seem to love to try and screw me over. This may very well be another of your ploys to get your hands on my power suit."
"It's not a trick," Molov assured her. "And in hopes of persuading you I've decided to go with you." This surprised Samus yet again, but she didn't let it show - not in face nor body. "We've been working on our own power suit. Not nearly as powerful, I know, but it's the best thing we have." There was a short moment of silence. "Please tell me you'll help? We don't know how the X got away from SR-388 so they may be able to leave the colony at any time they choose. We may not have much time to contain the situation. Hurry." Molov looked worried just before he cut the connection and the screen disappeared.
"-Shit!-" Samus cursed under her breath. She sat back down at the table and continued eating, muttering unintelligible things Benson couldn't make out. She finished off her eggs and toast with a grimace on her face, not that the food was bad. She then moved onto the sausage and sandwiches. Before she even realized what she was doing she was just getting into that fat steak. She stopped eating and pushed the steak away. "Give the rest to the animals or something," she said wiping her mouth, referring to the Etecoons and Dachoras she brought back from BSL and decided to keep as pets. "I need to get ready." Benson quickly began gathering up the half of the food that Samus didn't eat.
"At least she has her appetite back," Benson said quietly to himself with a smile.
Note 1: Any feedback is welcome, but detailed replies are preferred(both good and bad). Questions, comments or concerns that you don't feel like mentioning in a review can be sent to Rabideau_@hotmail.com. Please use the subject line "Metroid fan-fic".
Note 2: Unfortunetly I had to upload this a .doc so I couldn't have any special formatting. Any sentences or words you see with dash marks( - ) signifies italics. Hopefuly I'll be able to re-upload it later.
Note 3: This starting chapter is intended to be a bit 'fluffy', humorous and is basically just setting up the story. Sorry if it is boring and long, there will be good action and plot in later chapters(if I get that far ^_^), so please stick with it!
Metroid V: Revelation
=====Chapter 1: No Rest for the Weary ==========
Sunlight filtered through thin curtains as dawn came. First light hit the ceiling and slowly crept down the walls, banishing shadow as it went. Eventually the light fell onto the face of Samus Aran, gently waking her up. She yawned as she opened her eyes and looked out the window. The window was specifically positioned to face the dawn; that was Samus' favorite way to wake up. Better than any modern alarm clock, she always said. But she didn't want to wake up just yet. She shifted in bed and rolled her back to the light and pulled the blankets back up over her head. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, not since returning from her last mission. She had been having nightmares about it. She drifted back to sleep for a couple of nightmareless hours before a knock at her bedroom door woke her.
"Lady? Aren't you up yet? Have you taken ill?" Came an old voice, thin but defiant, from behind the door. Samus groaned a little told her butler to go away with an absent-minded "go wash something". "Very good," the voice said and she heard footsteps go off down the hall.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn't get back to sleep after this second interruption. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling for a while. Then towards the curtained window, where birds were now chirping in a nearby tree. Her room was large, but very plainly decorated and lacking furnishings. Her large bed was the most lavish thing in the room with tall corner-posts expertly carved as Chozo, but with no other special decoration. Her closet and the wall around it also had carvings, but only vague vines and leaves. She couldn't remember why she wanted her room so large. She thought that she wanted to furnish it more - a nice couch, a comfortable chair, a plethora of assorted objects - but she couldn't think of any reason to put any of that in now. The only thing other than the bed was a desk and mirror against the wall for doing make-up and hair - not that she'd hardly used it at all in years. She felt like she hadn't been able to do a lot of thing that she'd wanted when she was younger. Work took up too much time.
"Is this how I wanted my life to turn out...?" she whispered to the birds.
Eventually, she tossed the covers off and swung her legs off the side of the bed. But she just sat there a while. Something made her uneasy, and she mostly understood it. This wasn't the first time she had this feeling. It had happened every so often during the weeks after her last mission to the BSL research station. The parasite known as X that she had battled there - with their ability to take the form of anything they encountered - made her uneasy. The fact that they had almost killed her before she understood what they were made her even more uneasy. Her needing to be infused with Metroid DNA in order to combat them - not to mention survive - made her -extremely- uneasy. But that meant that they weren't really a threat to her any more, so it was a good thing. Wasn't it? She hoped so. Nobody had any idea what the long-term effects of fusing with Metroid DNA could be. She sat and thought about this almost every morning. "I must be getting old," she told herself with a slight chuckle and walked over to her closet to get her robe. She wasn't actually 'old' by any means, just pushing thirty, but her line of work was very taxing on the body. She wrapped the knee-length, fluffy white robe over the loose tanktop and underwear that she wore to bed and tied the belt tight. She thought about taking a shower, but decided she didn't care; she didn't plan on going anywhere today.
As Samus walked down the hall barefoot she heard the old voice again from a room quite a ways down the hall. "Finally up I see. It's nearly midday. Are you sure you're not ill?"
"I'm fine," Samus replied. "Thanks. Just get me some coffee please."
"I already made a pot, but if you could poor it yourself I would appreciate it. I'm a bit busy at the moment."
"With what?"
"Well, you told me to wash something, so..."
"Please tell me you aren't touching my suit," Samus said, starting to poor a cup of coffee.
"No, no, of course not. My Lady has told me several times not to touch it for any reason. I'm just preparing a few buckets of water to clean my Lady's ship." Samus nearly dropped the coffee pot as she threw her head back and laughed loudly.
"Benson! Do you know how long that would take?" she laughed. "And besides, the hanger has an automatic cleaning system."
"I am full aware of that, my Lady, but since you didn't need me for your breakfast this morning I didn't know what to do. Since you suggested that I clean something and I didn't know quite know when you'd get up I figured....," Benson trailed off. Samus let out another loud laugh.
"I was tired and joking," she told him. "Haven't you heard of relaxing? I told you before that if I don't need anything you can relax and do whatever you want."
"Yes, well-"
"OK," Samus interrupted. "I've decided I am hungry. Make me some eggs." She instantly heard a clatter of buckets and hurried footsteps come towards her and she laughed yet again. This was the best morning she'd had in weeks. "Maybe I will take that shower after all. Have something ready when I'm done."
Samus wasn't really hungry nor did she want to take a shower. She just wanted to alleviate Benson's boredom and she needed a place to muse over his antics in private. She had to admit that the water felt better than she thought it would. The thought that she couldn't remember when her last shower was almost disgusted her. The ten shower heads that covered the two walls of the corner shower quickly drenched her entire body and soaked her blonde hair with warm water. She didn't bother with any soap or shampoo since she didn't really feel like taking a shower in the first place. Instead she leaned against the wall with both arms out under the main shower head and let the water stream over her head and down her back. She was simply enjoying the feel of the water. A rogue thought brought her mind back to her last mission - to the Metroid DNA that permeated her cells and coursed through her veins. And also all of the X parasites that she had absorbed. Or eaten. She still didn't know how to describe the act or the sensation. It was too new to her. Too strange. Too alien.
-Will this Metroid DNA ever begin to alter my mind?- she thought to herself. -Even the scientists didn't have a definite answer. I guess I'll have to wait and find out. Damnit. I can't think of a time when I haven't been in control of everything, especially of my own body.-
Samus exited the shower, dried and retied her robe before she went back into the dining room. There was a nearly massive spread of eggs, bacon, toast, sandwiches and a wide variety of every type food from every meal time. Samus thought she even spied a fat steak buried in the pile of food. There were also several glasses of milk, orange juice, water, coffee and tea. It was simply and obviously too much.
"Benson!" Samus cried in shock. "I couldn't have been in the shower for -that- long! How did you manage to make all this?"
"Where there's a will there's a way, my Lady," Benson replied quickly, as he began to tend to the dishes. Now Samus was starting to get suspicious of his increasingly nervous behavior. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him sharply.
"And just why would the will to create such a feast exist, Benson?" She asked slowly, taking a seat and crossing her legs.
"Well, the reason is, uh, that is to say-" Benson began to stammer out.
"I'm waiting," Samus told him sternly, tapping a finger on the table. Benson let out a heavy sigh and collected himself.
"My Lady, it's just that I don't know what's wrong with you," Benson began. This answer shocked Samus and she stopped tapping her finger. "Ever since you got back from your last mission you've been acting strange. I don't know what to do about it and my nervousness has taken the better of me. I just...don't know what to do, so I cooked." Samus couldn't decide whether to be touched about his concern or laugh. She decided to do both. She smiled a little took a sip of the orange juice glass.
"There's nothing to worry about," Samus assured him. "I told you what happened to me out on the BSL station and it's just going to take some time for me to adjust to it. But there's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine." She scooped a forkfull of eggs into her mouth and picked up a piece of toast. She leaned back in her chair so it was on two legs and bit into the toast. "We'll get used to it, Benson."
"Indeed."
It was just then that a series of gentle chimes sounded in the room. After a few seconds the series sounded again. "Damnit, always when I'm eating," Samus cursed. "Where's the remote?" Benson grabbed a small silver, buttoned device off the counter and tossed it to Samus. She easily picked it out of the air and pressed a button. Two thin lights that stretched from floor to ceiling on either side of the room parallel to the table lit up softly and a holographic screen appeared between them. The image of a middle aged man with carefully trimmed hair and wearing a military uniform appeared on the screen.
"Ah, good you're up," the man said. "I called earlier, but Benson said you were still in bed." Samus took another bite of toast and put it down. Dusting the crumbs off her hands she stood up and grabbed the orange juice again.
"What you do you want, Molov?" She asked him. "I told you I'm not taking any more missions right now."
"We're fully aware of that and that's why we didn't call you sooner," Molov told her. "There is a situation that requires your expertise."
"I don't care," Samus told him bluntly and moved to push another button on the remote.
"It's about the X," Molov said quickly. Samus froze. Her face showed no sign of surprise but her body betrayed her. "I thought that would get your attention," Molov continued with a slight smile. A glare from Samus wipped the grin off his face. "It would appear that you didn't kill them all when you destroyed the research station. A large number survived and destroyed a colony near SR-388. Where it used to be, anyway." Samus recovered from her shock and tried to make taking a sip of orange juice look smooth.
"Survived?" Samus repeated in disbelief. "That's not possible. The station was destroyed. As was SR-388. I watched it. It can't be the X. They're gone."
"Well somehow it is," Molov told her. "We don't know how yet, but it is the X. They killed thousands of people, Samus." Molov said, suddenly getting very grave. "And a hundred soldiers sent to stop them. They're monsters. You're the only one that can do it."
"And why should I?" Samus asked him. "You people seem to love to try and screw me over. This may very well be another of your ploys to get your hands on my power suit."
"It's not a trick," Molov assured her. "And in hopes of persuading you I've decided to go with you." This surprised Samus yet again, but she didn't let it show - not in face nor body. "We've been working on our own power suit. Not nearly as powerful, I know, but it's the best thing we have." There was a short moment of silence. "Please tell me you'll help? We don't know how the X got away from SR-388 so they may be able to leave the colony at any time they choose. We may not have much time to contain the situation. Hurry." Molov looked worried just before he cut the connection and the screen disappeared.
"-Shit!-" Samus cursed under her breath. She sat back down at the table and continued eating, muttering unintelligible things Benson couldn't make out. She finished off her eggs and toast with a grimace on her face, not that the food was bad. She then moved onto the sausage and sandwiches. Before she even realized what she was doing she was just getting into that fat steak. She stopped eating and pushed the steak away. "Give the rest to the animals or something," she said wiping her mouth, referring to the Etecoons and Dachoras she brought back from BSL and decided to keep as pets. "I need to get ready." Benson quickly began gathering up the half of the food that Samus didn't eat.
"At least she has her appetite back," Benson said quietly to himself with a smile.