Disclaimer: Code Geass and Metroid are not mine.
A/N: I'm in need of a break from Even One Out (go check it out if you haven't), so I decided to write out something that's been bugging me for a while. This is the result. Read it, you peasants.
I had been flying through space with no real destination in mind for some weeks now. I hadn't much desire to do anything, anyways – the baby was dead. I had torn apart an entire planet to get her back, and it was all for naught. In the end, the Pirates just killed her anyways. At least I had made them pay – never again would the galaxy tremble in fear of the name Zebesian – but in the end, it was just petty vengeance. I had blown up Zebes shortly after the baby's death, ending the lives of every Space Pirate, including Ridley, I hoped. I found little comfort in the knowledge. Though my lifelong goal had at last been achieved – the Space Pirates were wiped out, and my parents were avenged – the fact remained that I had no real purpose now.
I had spent several weeks flying through space with nothing but my thoughts for company when at last I received a transmission from someone who sought to offer me a contract. Mechanically, I moved to pull up a video feed of who, or what, had a job for me this time.
"Greetings, Samus Aran," began the speaker. He was a boy, about ten years old if looks were any measure. That was assuming the boy was human. It was entirely possible that he was of an alien race with similar characteristics to humans. One could never make assumptions in my line of work, or else risk offending their potential client and losing their offer for work.
"No, your eyes do not deceive you. I am indeed but a human boy," he continued, as if reading my mind. "I have an offer for you. You would call it a contract, I believe. There is a certain, ah, someone, who is meddling in the affairs of myself and my associates, and threatens to undermine our work. I need this someone taken care of. Perhaps you would be willing to do this for me?"
"Perhaps. What are you offering?" I asked, deciding for the time being to treat him like any other more standard contact. If I had to react to his age, then I would, but the boy seemed to handle himself with maturity.
"I expected you to ask that. I am prepared to offer you two million Britannian pounds for successful completion of the contract. Furthermore, it is within my power to have you appointed as a Knight of the Round of Britannia. Now, miss Aran, do we have a deal?"
The boy was a decent businessman, I'd give him that. However, he'd neglected to mention what the exchange rate was for the currency he was offering, meaning it was possible that I wouldn't even be earning enough for a new pair of shoes. Still, I hadn't had a mission in some time, and I needed something to take my mind off of my grief. If nothing else, the contract would be a way to forget about recent happenings, I supposed.
"Very well," I said at last. "I accept your contract."
The boy smirked. "Excellent. You will find that the necessary information is being transmitted to you now. From this point until the contract is fulfilled I will not be contacting you. Good luck, miss Aran."
As the video screen faded to black I realized that the boy hadn't provided me with his name. Though it wasn't uncommon for a client to remain anonymous, I found it rather surprising, and a touch suspicious, that he had attempted to play the charming businessman angle without providing his name. There was more to this mission than he had mentioned. I could already feel it.