A/N: After writing my first chapter and getting little reviews, little inside or outside help, I decided to hold back my other chapters figuring there was little interest. I don't write these just for me--that's boring. I know I enjoy my writing. It's nice to know others do. And that's why I have posted this chapter. I know at least one person has interest in the story, so I've decided to continue.
Hope others enjoy this also. Here goes!
Arrival
The events of Aether changed everything. After what transpired on the peaceful planet, the Galactic Federation knew it was time to make the threat of Phazon their top priority. The hunt was no longer about stopping the Space Pirates, it was about stopping what became the greatest threat known to every galaxy--even greater than the Metroids. Phazon had the capacity to mutate, cripple, transform, tear apart and most critically, kill. Where this Phazon came from continued to elude the Galactic Federation but wherever it had been, the Space Pirates were there mining out the substance.
After Aether, the GF found an abandoned Space Pirate mining facility and recovered several amounts of Phazon ore. Foolishly, they also left large amounts of unmined Phazon and the Space Pirates recovered what was left. The threat of Dark Samus was still unresolved. The Galactic Federation was aware that Samus defeated the Phazon incarnation but since Phazon still exists, the Federation cannot count out the probability of Dark Samus still existing--who was birthed out of Phazon thorough Metroid Prime.
Traveling along the outskirts of a large blue planet filled with a dense amounts of clouds, the G.F.S. Olympus hovered above while other smaller ships circled making their rounds to and from the other military vessels. The ship was comprised of several docking bays, weapon containment rooms, special facility spaces and a room specifically for the ships organic supercomputer. This was the Galactic Federations most elite flagship.
Inside the hull, many men were at their computers monitoring the ships' actions and some were monitoring the actions of the planet below. Norion, the blue planet similar to Earth in ways, was where the GF had chosen to station themselves as the primary point to finding the source of Phazon. It, and the other planets were found to have no traces of Phazon but Norion was chosen as their base of operations.
"Any sign of her?" a man asked with a gruff voice. He was dressed in forest green military attire outfitted with a button over shirt, thick combat slacks, combat ready boots and a large green hat that covered his forehead. He was a hard looking man and was of upper age signified by the wrinkles in his cheeks and above his brow. His eyes were naturally squinted adding to his rough appearance.
"No, sir. No sign of her yet," the young ship coordinates mate answered back.
"Hurry up Samus..." the hardened man murmured to himself.
The man walked back to a room that was dimly lit. Inside were four ship crewmen who took care of manual security measures on their specific computers. They were the men hard at work making sure their ship, the G.F.S. Olympus, remained well in order. There was also a large projector in the middle of the room mounted in the floor. This is where the organic supercomputer revealed itself. The hardened man, looked at his crew and turned to other alien creatures who were also in the room.
"Where is she, Admiral? She should have been here by now. She has been under your payroll for some time. You would think she would be a little more timely," a cold voice remarked.
"Yes, but she can be cautiously slower about things. She has more on her plate than most hunters. Besides, one of my other hunters is still on the way also," the general replied.
"I see. Well--" a voice from the general's com interrupted the cold voice.
"Sir. We have an unidentified ship on our radar," the voice said quickly.
"Good. It's probably Samus. Run through the procedures."
"Yes, sir."
Inside Samus' ship were several command controls. She moved her ship into position and hovered there until she received communication from the Galactic Federation. A deep voice over her intercom came into transmission.
"Unidentified ship. Please switch to a secure radio frequency and transmit your identity code. We will be standing by."
She immediately reached for her controls that activated her radio transmitter. Above her head at the top of her windshield hung the radio transmitter. She activated it at the press of a button on her panel and it slowly rotated down and opened itself revealing a screen and several transmission character panels sticking out the edge of the screen. She quickly tapped in her identity code and the screen retreated back to its original position.
The voice came back in through her com. "We have received your identity code. Welcome aboard the Olympus, Samus. You can dock in bay number 5."
"Copy that," she replied.
She switched her ship out of hovering, reactivated her thrusters and docked her ship into the Olympus.
