Ch. 1 Awakened
Author's Note:
The first time I published this, I accidentally posted the whole rough draft as the first chapter. Hopefully, that issue has been fixed. Anyways, this is my first story on Fanfiction. Please keep all reviews free from inappropriate language.
Disclaimer: Metroid and all respective characters belong to Nintendo.
Mother Brain was destroyed.
There was no debate. Samus had reduced her to ash, even before the planet burst.
Yet Mother Brain stirred.
The Space Pirates, under her telepathic focus, had constructed a backup, to be used for future operations. It was not meant to replace Mother Brain in case of failure (how could anyone hope to defeat the hulking monstrosity Mother Brain had become?), but it was an organic supercomputer duplicate.
Thus, after the absence of Space Pirate activity for months, Mother Brain 3, or the Tertiary Brain, stirred.
An eye opened, and narrowed.
Gorea had been finished.
Blast after blast from the omega cannon had devastated its defenses, and its form shattered. Shortly afterwards, the Oubliette detonated (a pattern, anyone?).
Did it cross anyone's minds, however, that Gorea wasn't the last of its kind?
(Any resemblance to a superhero story can be disregarded).
A smear of shadow flickered through space.
Elcnax was coming, and its thirst for power was fixated on the approaching, scintillating orb of a planet ripe for ravaging.
The Ing were gone.
Dark Aether vanished with a speed like that which it had appeared. Those inside were rent asunder by the fragmenting dimension.
But just as those from Aether could wander the violent wastes with protection, those from the dark twin could survive in the light.
Dark Pirate Commandos, dark splinters, and dark war wasps, hidden from the Luminoth's careful eyes, waited.
They waited for ships with which they could spread across the cosmos as shades of doom.
The X-parasites and the SA-X were scattered atoms in the wake of the antimatter detonation.
They stayed as scattered atoms, because this story isn't in the angst or horror genres.
Moving on…
Wait. Here we go: Some of the parts of Samus's suit were secretly brought to another station. They were extremely small, giving the X little to work with.
Let's call the location the Jug ship, as bottles are too common.
Now then, moving on…
To say Dark Samus was Phazon would be inaccurate, if only slightly.
Nonetheless, the destruction of all Phazon in the universe was kind of an inconvenience to her.
Kind of.
Despite this, moments before Phaaze turned into a smear of nothingness, Dark Samus reformed in the cargo bay of a retreating Galactic Federation ship.
Through the agony of having all of her Phazon purged, she managed to escape the vessel, drifting off in space.
Her power diminished and her mind scrambled, she floated.
Space is a harsh environment. Generally, one requires a space suit to survive in it. Alternatively, one could be a Metroid.
Conveniently, Dark Samus fulfilled both conditions.
As it was, her energy reserves were empty, making her Metroid self very hungry.
Thus, she floated, adrift, until someone or something had the displeasure of bumping into her.
Well, a lot of time did pass from Corruption to Fusion, so…
Ridley was dead.
Samus would have bought cake, had it not been for her personality and the nature of the surrounding events.
Not to mention, she would be eating a lot of cake if she celebrated every time she thought she had put him away.
Still, the Galactic Federation did have his DNA, along with Metroid DNA.
If they were surprised when the Queen Metroid and raving mad dragon escaped, they were possibly even dumber than Samus suspected.
MB had been shot.
Multiple times, in fact.
Still, she was an android, or a cyborg (it's hard to tell), so the Galactic Federation was able to repair her in a clandestine operation.
Of course, she kept her recovering mental faculties hidden, pretending to remain unresponsive.
In the night, she broke out.
The Government of the Year award was not presented to the Galactic Federation.
Samus, when she wasn't busy kicking Ganondorf and Bowser around like soccer balls in a certain cross-universal game, liked staring at stars.
She also enjoyed going into a monologue, but it's probably a nice thing that she didn't get too excited after blowing through alien monsters like glass sculptures.
As she prepared to fly her ship, the readers can be left with one question.
How many planets do you think she'll go through this time?
