GASP. She found herself consuming all the air her lungs could take in. Her body was so out of shape, it took energy just to breath. Light soon flooded into her eyes, it hurt like hell. She couldn't see, her eyes wouldn't adjust fast enough. So she desperately stretched her arms out before her, in a stupid attempt to understand where she had just awoken.
The floor surface was slippery, it was like wet metal. It her reminded her all too well of the material used to lock up prisoners in the veex galaxy. She felt contained, and uncertain. And as her hand accidentally slipped onto her leg, she realized something terrible. Not only was she not in her power suit, but she was also bare. Completely.
"13, 13, 13." Tisked a voice, a male voice. Some freak must have been watching. "It's been a while, 30 years to be exact, welcome back number 13."
"What…" She started, but was so confused it would be foolish to ask anything at all. Her eyes were starting to adjust better, and could at least see the man standing in front of her was rather old. We're talking wheel chair old here. But the old fart, whom Samus was hating more and more, was in something different… something like a mini hovercraft with a protective glass bubble.
"I bet you're a little confused 13. I would be too if I were frozen in time for so long. I'm sorry to say that once you step outside of this room, things will just keep getting stranger for you." He motioned her to follow, but Samus stood still.
Though she lost everything. Though she was tired, scared, and utterly confused. Miss Arran sure still had her way of word choice.
"Have your old baggy eyes finally given in. No fricken way I'm leaving this room with my virginity revealed in all public."
She heard the old timer chuckle a bit. "Crazy bastard.", she muttered. He then was quiet as he activated a buzzer. Shortly after two bulky men dressed in the plain isolated color of white came in the room through automatic doors. Samus ducked lower as they came in to hand her a small white towel.
"Gee thanks, he even gave me a towel to hide my womanhood.", she said sarcastically. She was mad. Correction. Anybody would be mad.
The geezer chuckled yet again, "Adam said you would be a handful."
Adam. Whoa. That was fast.
Maybe it was just ironic, but having the bizarre and twisted life of bounty hunter, Samus Aran it probably wasn't. Adam was once her main computer. Oddly enough, it seemed to have a life of its own. During the fusion disaster however… it mysteriously transferred to human flesh and disappeared for a long time. Adam soon became the galactic governments greatest threat. Samus had a serious affection for Adam, long before it became flesh. She loved him. It or he was her greatest weak spot.
Samus was excited, she was scared, she was overwhelmed. Her emotions grew stronger and brighter. Good ol' adrenaline was now on her side. She found herself physically shaking.
"You knew him well didn't you?"
Feeling stupid, and wondering how long she was in a trance her legs rose to a stand. Her white towel tucked neatly, covering every vital aspect of her body. She started to blush.
"Ready to go now, number 13?"
13? Is she now a label or what? She didn't care. Her nice, revealing outfit was almost irrelevant as well. All she could do was pump her heart harder, and visualize Adam…
"… Metroid Prime and the Omega Star Survivors"
