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Aliens vs. Predator vs. Metroid

Part I

There are times in everyone's life where they must face the unknown. As well as there are times when they face the known. But every once in a while, the known and the unknown come together in the greatest trial any being can go through. I've found myself in these kinds of predicaments many a time. But somehow I have pulled through. You name it, I've fought it. Energy sucking blobs with claws, intelligent parasites, double-crossing organizations. You name it.

But this time… This time was different. It seemed that everything that was around me was new and confusing. And that assumption was true. I had never encountered anything of the like of what I met in that hellish place, a planet called LV426. It was a planet whose history has been lost in the ages, and its existence almost unknown. The place was a far cry from Earth, Tallon, and SR388. It was a place of nightmares. A place that everyone who's ever existed prays not to go.

When I got a call from a new group of Galactic Federation resisters about the planet, I thought I would find myself a place of operations rather than gallivanting around the galaxy and getting myself killed. I hated the Federation for everything they'd done. But what we found they were doing on LV426, is beyond inhumane or even ruthlessness. It was sheer insanity. To do what they did was like bringing a death sentence on every life form in the galaxy.

But we weren't the only ones who realized what the Federation was up to. And that was not necessarily a good thing or a bad thing for either party.

Too many lives were lost in the events that took place on LV426, and I am reluctant to retell it to you. But if it is so necessary, then I shall.

I was reviewing some of the actions I had seen the Federation take in my last encounter with a major danger, which at the time was the X-Parasite. I still couldn't believe they were trying to breed Metroids. That was insane. And to program a computer to double-cross me was worse. But at least Adam helped me in the end. I can't say the same for his programmers, however. It seemed in the beginning that the Galactic Federation was only trying to protect its citizens when the threat first appeared. But that changed as time went on. I found myself fighting against them, rather than for them.

And now I was not the only one fighting them. Over the past few months, resistance pockets had cropped up all over the galaxy, mainly due to the Federation's increasing demands and restrictions. Some groups had even gone so far as to join the space pirates, and I fear for those poor souls' lives. None of these groups knew what I did. But I had no true evidence. Everything had been destroyed when that station blew.

But the Galactic Federation knew that I had information and knew things. And they wouldn't let me live as long as I knew. I had spent the previous months running from planet to planet. Looking for anyone who would give me a place to lie low for a week or two and then move on. And on these planets, I had seen more of the Federation's newfound oppression and insanity showing its ugly face. People were starving because all of the food they worked so hard to produce was going to the cities of the Federation. The money of the hardworking people was being taken from them right before my eyes.

It was wrong. And I couldn't stand it, and neither could the people. Soon I found that resistance groups were popping up everywhere. Bringing along with them the knowledge and images of the Galactic Federation's tyranny.

"Lady?" the voice of my ship's computer, Adam, asked. "Lady? Are you alright?"

I snapped out of my semi-conscious train of thought and looked at the screen, which displayed the computer's messages. "I'm fine, Adam".

"Lady, you are being sent a message."

"From who?"

"The name is not given. It's definitely not a Federation source, I can tell you that."

"Patch it through."

A blurred image appeared on the screen. I was shocked when I realized what it was. A Zebesian space pirate was hailing me. "Hunter, you're presence is requested by my employer," the pirate said.

"And who might your employer be?" I asked.

"A man on the colony on the planet Glishnakra."

"Excuse me? What planet?"

"You humans call it Larsis."

"Ah yes." I took a look at the relative coordinates from my position, a mere thousand galactic miles from the position I was. "Tell your employer he can expect to see me in," I checked the ship chronometer, "3 hours."

"Very well," the Zebesian grunted, "I will send you landing coordinates."

I nodded, "Coordinates received."

"Transmission, over." The image of the pirate blurred out and became no more. I looked around the dreary inside of my ship and sighed.

"So what do you think, Adam?"

"Why are you asking me, Lady? I'm a computer."

"Yes, but you're a computer with the mind of a man who sacrificed his life for me, so I trust you."

"Well, if you want my opinion, I don't trust this."

"Do you think the Feds may be trying to get a hold of me?"

"I am unsure. I think you should proceed with caution, nonetheless."

Some may call me crazy for putting so much faith in a computer, but those people never knew Adam. Adam was a hero. He was a model man. I trusted him with my life, and he trusted his with me. That is a trust found only in the soulless and the next of kin. Adam and I were both soldiers, and that was a close enough relationship for that kind of trust. Yes, I was a different kind of soldier than he was, but in our hearts, we were both protectors of peace. If Adam were still alive to see what the Galactic Federation that we both had sworn to protect was doing to its own citizens, he would never have stood for it. And the same goes for the computer with his mind.

"Lady?"

My mind snapped in again.

"Lady? Shall I set a course?"

"Yes," I nodded, "set a course."