Okay. Thanks for the reviews those who left me one! I'm grateful! Here's the first chapter!
As I mentioned before, I have little knowledge on the Metroid adventures. Most of the weapons present will be from the Metroid Prime Hunters game. The sniper's weapon is the 'imperialist'. You'll see that it's called the 'red stain' in the prophecy.
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Commander Adam looked up from his document, and put his pen down. He turned to look at the small frame that rested on his desk. Ian was grinning, making a peace sign, his arm around a confused and slightly irritated Samus. A young Commander Adam was looking up from a document, wondering what they were doing.
Adam smiled at the memory. He looked back at the document he was busy working one. Scanning it quickly, he signed at the bottom. He sighed, and looked up at the clock. Four thirty. Three hours had flown by so quickly.
Climbing to his feet, he walked towards the large window that stood behind his desk, giving him a majestic view on the capital of the Galactic Federation, Daiban.
Watching it sometimes helped him clear his head. The golden rays of light, the small transports winking in the distance and the enormous skyscrapers that reached the sky, Adam found it breathtaking.
He stared at it for while, when he heard a knock on his door. He morphed his face into the stone, emotionless one, the true face of a leader. "Come in." he said.
The door opened, to reveal a small, green alien. He wore large black clothing, and was standing on a lavational board. Commander Adam immediately saluted. "Chairman Keaton."
The leader of the Galactic Federation answered his salute with a nod. "I'm here for the recruitment documents you prepared."
Adam walked up to his desk, and pulled one of his drawers. He pulled out a yellow folder, and handed it to him. "Here. We've got a good number of rookies. Some of them may prove to be a good bonus."
"Thank you Commander." The alien began going through the papers. Adam wondered the real reason why Keaton had come to meet him. The Chairman never left the senate, unless he had something important to tell, or to order. He guessed that he was looking through the list of recruits for as an excuse for coming. Nevertheless, he remained quiet.
Keaton finally closed the folder. "Commander, I'd like to ask you something."
"I'm listening."
"Have you ever thought of becoming an Admiral?"
The question took Adam by surprise, though he revealed nothing. "No Keaton. I like my post. I want to keep battling by the side of my allies. I'm not fond of staying behind."
Keaton nodded. "I see. But we could use a good admiral. You could fill up nicely. It's well paid, and you'll still be able to stay in contact with some of your…fighters."
Adam noted that Keaton had chosen the word 'fighters' than 'men'. He was aware of the fatherly bonds he held with Samus. Clearly he didn't want to break them.
Adam shook his head. "I thank you for the offer, I'm not interested."
Keaton nodded for a second time. He looked back at the folder. "Commander, I'd like you to check on these recruits. Even if Zebes has finally been destroyed, and the Space Pirates have disbanded, there are still threats out there. The more people we have in the military, the better."
"Of course."
"Thank you." Keaton turned to walk away, but stopped. "Oh, and Commander? I think it'd be better if you made a quick stop to Weryah."
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Why? It isn't in trouble is it?"
"No. But there is a small strike taking place. I'd like you to clear it up for me. I was planning on sending Colonel Qannik, but he's already busy keeping the FD-32 in order, which pretty much leaves you."
Adam nodded. "Consider it done. I'll deal with them."
"Thank you." He turned and walked away. Before shutting the door, he turned to the Commander. "Commander."
"Chairman." Adam saluted. He held it until the alien had left the room. When the door shut, he walked back behind his desk, and picked up his cap, and placed it on his head.
Weryah…that wasn't too far. He should be done with this job by tonight if he did a proper and quick job.
After checking he had everything he needed, he left, closing the door firmly behind him.
Anthony looked through the glass of the training center. Eight trainees were battling, each battling NPC characters, and each other.
He wasn't the man in charge of the training, but nevertheless, he stayed present. He liked to see how the rookies fought. Despite their lack of experience, some of them managed to come up with some interesting strategies. Watching them gave him ideas how to battles serious enemies in real life. Not to mention ways to fight his friend and rival Samus.
The small training center was taking place in a barren desert, with large pillars placed in some random areas.
Weapons, munitions and energy spheres had been placed in order to see how long the recruits lasted.
Three fighters, two live and one NPC were locked in a serious close range battle. Anthony silently wondered which one was finally going to get out of it alive.
All of a sudden, a thick red beam struck one in the chest, instantly vaporizing him.
The two remaining fighters stopped their battle, and watched in shock the empty place where their enemy once stood.
A second later, taking both fighters as well as Anthony by surprise, a second fighter was vaporized the same way with the same weapon.
But this time, Anthony followed the trail of the red stain, and saw a fighter crouching on one of the pillars, carefully taking aim.
The third fighter panicked. Firing mostly to try to confuse the sniper than kill him, he bolted behind a wall.
He seemed to warn the others of the deadly sniper. The remaining six fighters seemed to have made a temporary alliance, the time they killed the sniper. They fired all their weapons, missiles, power beams, voltars, judicators, hyper beams, but the sniper was too distant and too small for making an accurate target.
Two more fighters were vaporized on the spot, killed by the sniper's deadly accuracy.
At last the sniper was hit. The fighter jumped off the pillar. He landed on his feet, and instantly charged at the group, his canon charged with a weapon Anthony guessed was the missile launcher.
The four remaining fighters ran to meet him. Just at the connection of the lone warrior and the allied trainees, was an explosion, and dust covered the battlefield.
Anthony thought for a moment. A small smile grew on his face. Whether the sniper lost or won, he didn't care. It looks like the Federation got their hands on a small prodigy.
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