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Whew! It feels good to be back! I am so very sorry for the long wait, but I didn't have Internet access for the past few days. If you private messaged me or left a lovely little comment on the last story, I will respond as soon as possible. Obviously, with a continuation of "A Small Universe", Samus is not dead. Yay for the hero not being dead!
Space… such a small word used to name such a vast place. No matter how many times I traversed it, it has more secrets to expose, some of which I would have been better off not knowing. For instance, the UNSC, their war against this 'Covenant', and their Spartan, John, commonly known as the Master Chief.
Of all the people I've met in this infinite universe, he is the one that bothers me the most. I still wonder what he was doing over in Tallon IV, where we first met. His story was quite captivating, and I feel as though I can empathize with him through some strange means. What pesters me most about the Master Chief is that I'm not sure if I'll ever see him again.
It has been four months and twenty-two days since I woke up from my seven-month sleep. Four months seems like an eternity when you can barely move without constant aching and you can't vocalize your pain because your voice has returned to a premature state. It often felt like a living hell, but I was just glad to know that I was alive and could recuperate.
"Adam," I finally thought to ask. "When do we arrive at our designated location?"
"In two minutes and forty-seven seconds."
"We are here already?"
"Yes. You spent a lot of time daydreaming, an efficient way to waste time."
"For the record, I wasn't dreaming. You know I don't concern myself with such useless activities."
"You have before, so do not act like you are above common behavior."
"What is the name of this planet?"
"As far as I know, it doesn't have a name."
"Thank you." I sighed. If Adam weren't such a great friend, I would not put up with his lacking answers with little to no description.
I stared out the neon green window, noticing something very peculiar. "Adam, please identify who that vessel belongs to."
"It certainly isn't one of ours." He said whilst waiting for the results.
"Why the hell would our ship be so far away from our territory?" I replied aggressively. It wasn't as if I intended to be so coarse, it was just reflexive considering my lack of sleep made me irritable.
"I was filling the silence, but if you insist on only the results, then I shall do as I am told. That would be the UNSC Forward Unto Dawn, a Charon-class light frigate of superior design. Th-."
"So it isn't likely that they are hostile?"
"Depends on how you present yourself."
"Simple enough." I sighed, not overly enthusiastic.
By now, I would have thought that Adam and the whole Galactic Federation would have realized that I am not good at introducing myself. On various occasions I had failed to do so, ending in a battle to the death or… well, it always ended in brawling. I leaned back and hoped for the best. Maybe, if I were lucky, I would be able to avoid them completely. Since when have I been lucky though?
I landed near the target, a massive base. Why was I here though- Dark Samus had fled to this part of the universe after my last encounter eleven months ago. I wonder if here was more promising for domination of the universe or there was an unknown phazon supply. Whatever it was, I had to stop it, for my own long awaited revenge and for the sake of humanity.
I hopped out of Hunter II, my trusty gunship. The first thing I did was scan almost everything. If I didn't know what I was dealing with, then how could I defeat it? It was apparent that Dark Samus had definitely been here, for the structure was drowning in phazon along with its flora. How she had managed to bring this much phazon here, I may never know.
I commenced, following the sounds of what sounded like gunshots. Either it was an incredibly good lead, or I was getting into a situation that I shouldn't. I charged the arm cannon before rounding the corner and blowing the head off an unfamiliar species of extra-terrestrial. Of course, whomever it was shooting at was startled and continued to shoot despite my assistance. The bullets barely did damage to my power suit, but I returned to my spot around the corner before scanning the strange being I had just killed. The creature was of the Sangheili race, apparently what the Covenant consist of.
So this is what he's been fighting.
I continued, slaughtering more and more as I progressed. The Space Pirates had given me more problems than some of these creatures. I wasn't exactly sure of where I was heading due to the lack of a map and little to no instructions, so I had to follow the noises made by the enemy, and that wasn't easy at all.
Eventually, I came across a massive group of these 'Covenant' creatures shooting rapidly at a cluster of the UNSC forces. I wasn't going to stand by and watch them be destroyed so I acted quickly and with precision. I took them down with no struggle, so I don't know why the UNSC has apparently been fighting them for years. Maybe I was just stronger than the majority of them. Once I was finished, I took a step back and admired my work. Apparently, they did too, for not a word was said.
In a moment's notice, I was picked up from behind, hoisted over someone's shoulder, and carried off. I was having a more than difficult time escaping their grasp, and I couldn't exactly shoot them either. I wasn't put down until we reached the exterior of the building at a place with several drop ships and numerous soldiers.
"You did a good job out there."
I couldn't help myself. I hugged him to the point where he seemed as if he couldn't breathe. "John… I was certain I would never see you again." I placed my head in the crook of his neck.
"Of all the things to commit to memory, you remember my name." He smiled then shifted some so I didn't have to stand on tiptoe to reach his level. "Are you alright? Do you have any injuries? How are you feeling?"
"I am truly fine. Tell me, why did you carry me here?"
"I didn't want anyone to mistake you for a hostile life form."
"That's sweet of you." I wish that my visor were opaque, for my face was as red as my helmet. "We could have just walked here though."
"But you're adorable when you are angry." He took a step back and examined me.
"Chief, we need to go!" Someone hollered.
"I hope we see each other soon, but until then…"
"Maybe I could assist you."
"This was our last location to take care of this time around, so I high doubt we'll need your help with anything else here."
"What if you could come with me?"
"I can't take leave in case something drastic happens and they need me to handle the situation."
"There are other Spartans to take care of any issues. Besides, if we go straight to the main problem you won't need to deal with any minute problems that arise from her wake."
"You want me to go with you to find Dark Samus, don't you?"
"I wouldn't choose anyone else." I tried to sound as seductive as possible, but I don't know exactly how he would perceive it.
"It isn't just an instantaneous thing Samus."
"I am very aware of that. Just don't keep me waiting for too long."
I walked in the direction of my gunship. I shook my head. It was incredibly hard to do the simple task of enticing someone like him. I felt like my stomach was having a miniature tsunami going on I was so nervous. Even after eleven months, I still got butterflies in my stomach when speaking with him. I was also slightly upset, not being able to determine exactly how he felt. More than that, not being able to tell him how I feel.
Once I entered my gunship, I deactivated the suit and sat in the pilot's seat. I leaned forward, resting my arms on my thighs. I didn't think I appeared being very capricious, but I must have, because Adam noticed it immediately.
"Is something on your mind?"
"He was there… still tall, muscular, and has that incredibly deep voice." I sighed. I could talk about people however I wanted in here, it was my living space.
"I presume you are speaking about the Spartan?"
I nodded. "I don't really know how to describe how I feel." I leaned back and crossed my legs.
"As much as I would love to help you out, I am not a psychologist; therefore I have no clue as to what you are talking about."
"I feel so stupid right now. I've only ever known him for two weeks and I am more than certain that I have an attraction to him."
"It isn't completely absurd to love someone under the circumstances. You have saved his life before, a completely reckless act that was unnecessary."
"Don't say love! I don't know if I technically 'love him' yet, or at all."
"Deny it all you want, but you know how you actually feel."
Did you like the first person perspective? I wanted to mix it up, see if it is better for the story. I know this chapter is short for a first chapter, but I had to restart. Plus, I already promised you a much longer story than the last (I'm thinking about twenty-five chapter), so the chapters won't be exceedingly long. Feel free to suggest things and don't forget to tell me if you want the story to be written like the last one or like this! Also, do me a favor and click the link below if you like dragons and other mythical beast (it's my best friend's artwork)!
