The Turned Table
Summary: Post-Fusion; the Galactic Federation has put a bounty on Samus' head. This has caught the attention of a bounty hunter who has a particular interest in her. What's going to happen now?
A/N: This is my first real attempt at a Metroid fic. Just a heads up, I have not played the games for a while now, so please forgive me if I botch some details. Oh, and another thing; I will later cross-over with HALO. No flames please.
A/N: I recently made changes in this chapter and several others to improve story flow.
A/N 6/6/13: I am in the process of reworking this story chapter by chapter and eventually completing it. I had to put this on the back burner due to college.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Metroid, Nintendo does, or the HALO series, Microsoft and Bungie do.
Prologue
Somewhere in deep space, a small ship drifts silently, camouflaged from radar and visual detection by the latest stealth technology available. The sole occupant slept lightly in the pilots chair while the ships AI manages the ships systems.
The pilot, a freelancer and bounty hunter, is someone that the Federation knows little about other than his contact information and bank routing number, not an easy feat. He catches what may be the last bit of rest for the next few days; his last mission took him deep into the territory of the Space Pirates, to one of their moon sized bases only known by the Federation military and Federation Security Council. It was invulnerable to all but the most clever of attacks and nearly impenetrable; nearly. The designers did not consider an attack from a professional, however. To say the least, there were few survivors; in fact the freelancer almost lost his life in the process of destroying it.
The hired gun always accomplished his missions, and to the letter of his employers requests, making him one of the best and highly sought out in the galaxy by those who heard of him, and the list was short. Allies distrusted him, enemies respected his skill and feared his wrath, only a handful of hunters could do such a feat, Samus Aran being one of them.
One screen on the panel in front of the pilot turned on, disturbing him. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed that he had a message from the Galactic Federation. The address box simply said 'To All Bounty Hunters And Mercenaries', rousing his interest.
The hunter opened the file. It read:
ATTENTION ALL BOUNTY HUNTERS AND MERCENARIES:
BOUNTY HUNTER SAMUS ARAN HAS BEEN CHARGED WITH TREASON AND CLASS 1 DESTRUCTION OF GALACTIC FEDERATION RESOURCES. SUSPECT IS WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE, COMPENSATION WILL BE GREATER IF RECEIVED ALIVE. ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF TRANSMISSION IS REQUIRED TO CONFIRM ACCEPTANCE OF MISSION.
This surprised the freelancer. What did his fellow hunter do to earn that? He knew the how things worked in the Federations governing body and how individuals were labeled, and this amused the freelancer. He smiled at the prospect of what this was.
Procedure required acknowledgment before any information could be released on the target, including last known location and possible routs of transit. He did have a way to get the information though through illegal means, but that never stopped him before.
It took him only one minute to decide on his next course of action.
This took me a while. There is plenty more, but it may take a while to get it up due to school. Please review!