This is a 'write-off' I accepted from Shadow Knight Zanjian. We are going to see which of us can create a Metroid story from scratch, and who's will get the most reviews in the end. May the best writer win!
They are the Ing.
A race of terrifying creatures that are only focused on one thing: conquer. They joy in the sight of death and blood. They feast upon the corpses of their hapless victims. They know nothing of sympathy and kindness. All they are taught to do is kill and infest. Desire for the top act in a matter, the Ing will stop at nothing to achieve their twisted goals.
These monsters were nearly eight feet tall, with sleek black bodies. Their strong legs were formed into five piercing limbs that could tear something apart with a single swipe. Long, ebony spines on their heads flowed in the tainted wind, and their single, large, menacingly red eyes cast horror into anyone who had the time enough to stare. Daunting, skilled, and deadly, the Ing were sculpted by the Meteor perfectly to murder.
The Meteor... How did these ruthless beasts come to be? They were born from the apocalyptic explosion that the Meteor caused. The destruction was so massive, it split the planet's time and space continuum into separate dimensions.
The acres of Aether's twin, Dark Aether, was their cradle, and they were nourished by the suffering that its existence caused. They grew and thrived within their poisoned half of the planet, locking themselves in the head section of the food chain and ecosystem. None could beat the might of the Ing horde. Inhabiting animals were slain and promptly eaten.
Suddenly new beings entered their world, ones the Ing hadn't encountered before. The intruders were towering, with expressions of fear and curiosity. They were feathered on their heads, with colored markings over their thin and lightly armored bodies. Surely these things were from the sistering dimension? And surely they were as fragile as their figures appeared...
Immediate and fierce attack resulted in bloodshed from both sides. The Ing's blood was deep purple and acidic, while the enemy's blood was golden and radiant. The light ichor had enough power to miraculously burn the hide of any Ing who touched it, and vice versa.
The trespassers retreated to their world through a glowing yellow rift, and disappeared for a Lunarcycle.
It was then that the carnage continued when they returned...but heavily from the Ing. The light interlopers had set up poles with white gems attached to the top, and bubbles of cleanse were polluting Dark Aether. No matter how hard the Ing tried, they could not rid their grounds of these burning terrors the invaders had dubbed, "Light Crystals."
These searing diamonds would burn a careless Ing that happened to dash into one. First, they would breathe in the free air. Second, they would freeze in their tracks. Third, they could not move until they became ice cold. And then, the light would devour away the Ing's body from the inside out, the creature still conscious and feeling the entire process.
Smoldering heaps of Ing carcasses became countless as the months raged by of battle and turmoil. The adversaries were appearing to be winning the war between Aether's children.
Then the Ing fought back with their own sick abilities.
Possession.
And that is where I come in.