Otanjoubi-omedetou Singer-kun

Otanjoubi-omedetou Singer-kun!

As for Jun 17th, the creator of the wildest crossover hits the 18th mark!

So what am I? Just a humble servant making a transcription the many adventures of these characters for through out these 3 years.

3 years! In August! ZOMG! Longest RP and RP-based Fanfic ever! I think we should be in the Guinness world record by now XD

For now, have a happy summer!

PD: Expect some special features this summer and some character interviews! Suggest me who and what questions shall be done!

Disclaimer:

Metroid and Legend of Zelda belong solely to Nintendo. Other Characters belong to their respective owners.

"This" Darithee says while the group approaches the ship, stepping forward and coming to a stop next to the door "is our home on this planet, and the method we used to get here. It is Lord Ridley's personal spacecraft, called T3h Ridleyship. Yes, that is its name, and yes my companions have all commented to Lord Ridley that it's a terrible name. I like it, personally, but that's just me."

As he finish saying this, he elbows the button next to the (disabled) airlock, causing the outer and inner doors to swing open (since his armor automatically transmitted an identification code when he pushed the button), and steps inside.

"To the right is the 'living room', which is where we take our meals and relax. From there is the Bridge and the lift down to the Hold. To the left are our quarters and the infirmary, where your sisters are being treated for injuries sustained in the desert. We can go back that way in a moment, but I feel that it would be a good idea for me to...well, sure, let's go. Kazuko should be checked for physical damage anyway."

The Legend of Zelda – The Metroid's Shadow

Season 2

Mission 41 – The Hyrule Free Treaty Agreement

Link was currently rushing quickly towards the entry of the ranch, using one of the light arrows to make it easier to guide him, as well to make sure nothing like skullkids came up all of a sudden. The least he needed where more distractions.

He wanted to end the battle right there and right now…

As he saw the unmistakable glimmer of the light arrow, Dark Link unleaned from the tree he was while waiting, narrowing his eyes while waiting for his counter part to do a move.

"Come now other half, let's settle this the old fashion way, blade to blade..." The shadow grinned.

"As you wish," Link snarled. Once again the power of the Triforce charged through him. An aura of light enveloped around him as he put away his bow and drew his sword and shield.

The Shadow of the Hero simply chuckled, copying Link's combat stance perfectly, his own dark aura forming around him

Seeing his shadow copy his stance made the Hero of Time flash back to that all but forgotten fight in the water temple all those years ago.

"Remember, strike fast then get out of the way" Link told himself within his head. After the short pause Link began unleashing a masterful combination of swipes and thrusts, which was countered with the same skill by the shadow.

Neither of them seemed to give up, their slashes flaring sparks in the darkness of the night, briefly illuminating where they where.

It was with this small but furious glimmer that a 'guest' managed to find the two again.

It was Tabais, who in the interest of making this exchange interesting, though still pondering why this green-clad man called him 'companion' and 'friend,' gave a great flaming leap, landing nearby the tree the two were fighting next to.
He touched both of his blades in the tree's trunk and began to concentrate. After only a couple moments, the tree was pulsing as it had been destabilized.

Tabais leaped from it to safety, as the tree went off with twice the force of a bomb.

"Woh! Sweeeet!"

The powerful shockwave left Link, once again, on the ground and gasping for breath.

He could not see what had happened to his shadowed counterpart.

His eyes were so blurry, from the blow, that Dark Link could have been right behind him. Suddenly Link wondered why he had been calling this...Tabias fellow his friend… He must have been light headed from lack of food and the now many times he had fallen on his face.

"Soon I need a good nights sleep and a hot plate of food, so I can regain my senses", Link thought to himself.

Also, much like his counterpart, Dark Link was sent onto the ground.

"May thousands of curses fall on this damn interlopers" He slowly got back onto his feet, using his sword to support him. He quickly turned to Tabais with every intention of slicing him into pieces but was instantly stopped when he heard the voice of Ganondorf in his head.

'Dark Link! Return to the castle immediately...'

"...Ahhh curses...looks like I have to cut this fight short...but I will be back, mark my words!" With that the shadow turned away from Link and …companion (to call it so) and quickly slipped into the shadows to escape.

The Hero dashed towards the leaving shadow but with a small poof of smoke and yet another small shockwave, they made him cover until he was no more.

"He got away!" Link shouted. "This is your fault. Why did you have to go around blowing trees apart when I was in the middle of a fight!" he steamed at the fire thrower. "…even though it was very kind of you to give me help…" Link said in a kinder tone, going back to a much harsher one "…that did not give you a right to jump in, and ruin things for me."

Tabais let his head go limp to his left side.

"Hey, look who's talkin. I just got these babbies," he brought up the bladed gloves on his hands, "I just wanted to try them out on someone fun!"

The Pyros's eyes looked shifty then, and he smiled, straitening his head up. "How about you!? You look fun! Yes, you! You'll make a fine plaything!" With his mind made up, Tabais leapt forward, bringing a fury of blades down upon the hero of time.

"You'll make a fine play thing...?" The thought registered just in time for Link to raise his shield and block the first few blows. Although, soon the fire lover was beginning to land cuts and slices onto Links flesh.

Out of desperation Link pushed the man back with his shield and began masterfully dancing with his beloved blade. His grace with the sword could be appreciated as a form of art. Link was now a master-painter the most deadly artwork.

Tabais finaly fell back, nursing a few nicks and cuts.

"Oh yeah! This is great! Man, I should have found you a long time ago. How'd you get so tough? You're as hard as one of my brothers!"

After gaining his breath he ducked down and slid in to give more effective blows, instead of those that caused little damage and could be easily blocked.
His new posture was low to the ground, and his attacks came up, attempting to strike from under the shield where it was more difficult to block.

But just as things where getting 'fun' for the Pyro, a sudden bolt of energy, followed with a blow of ice, made him literally 'cool out' from the battle. His other 2 brothers have just arrived, bringing alongside Charade and Drake.

"Tabais, what the hell are you doing?" Jace looked almost as hot as Tabais usually does. That is to say, hot with rage.

"Having fun. Grr..." Tabais winced as Link's sword cut into his arm.
"Fool, cease this idiocy at once. You were not given orders." The monotone En almost sounded as forceful as his older brother through his singular choice of voice.

"Tabais!" a voice echoes around the clearing, and the darkness of the night suddenly becomes focused in one singular area. A sphere appears there, and abruptly it shatters and spreads into a pair of wings. Enclosed in these wings was a body, which stretches out into a nine-foot-tall humanoid behemoth.
"You are well aware of the precarious nature of our situation. You will be dealt with later; to your room!" Ankokutenshi says forcefully (though never yelling), pointing a finger at his son. Tendrils of darkness reach up from the ground, wrapping around the pyromancer's body and causing him to slowly fade from sight from the feet up.

"Whoa, snap! Wouldn't want to get on his bad side..." Charade thought feeling the energy coming from off of Ankoku as he just sent his youngest to his room.

Before his head faded away, Tabais's face could be seen, screwed up in disappointment.

"Damn." was the last thing that was heard before he disappeared.

The two other brothers knelt in respect.

"I am sorry, Father, as the oldest I should have restrained Tabais from his foolish joy-seeking ways. My deepest apologies. I shall accept his punishment."
"No, Father, I could have most easily captured him. It is I who as at fault for not using my ability in a way that most greatly serves our cause."

Charade could have said something right here. But caught herself from doing so rather than go against better judgment.

…but seeing Jace kneels and ask to accept punishment for somebody else? That was odd. Not so much odd as a shock.

"As I said, it will be dealt with later. Now the best I can do is damage control. You two may remain here or return to the Citadel of the Void, your choice," Ankoku says, turning to Link and kneeling in front of him so that their eyes are on just about the same level.
"I must apologize for the behavior of my youngest. He is crafty and hotheaded," the giant says to the Hero. "My name is Ankokutenshi, translated in the language of my Lords (may their souls lie in eternal peace) as 'The Angel of Darkness'. I wish for nothing of the sort, but I do wish to escape from my ancient home in the void of absolute nothingness. What is your name?"
In truth, Ankoku already knows this human's name, but pleasantries in this world apparently dictate that it would be better to act as if he doesn't

En and Jace just stood wordless as they saw their father work on the Hero of Time. Both were stock still and filled with awe and respect of their creator. Neither moved nor said a word. They scarcely even breathed as Ankoku negotiated the position of the four bound in nothingness.

Link's eyes grew large with astonishment.

The Angel of Darkness...after lowering himself from his nine foot mountainous form to meet the eyes of The Hero of Time still held complete command of the situation.

Link had seen many amazing things in his adventures, but this creature was by far the most interesting.

After a slight pause Link returned.

"I am Link, known by some as The Hero of Time. But all you need know so far is that I am the one who will not allow you to harm this land or those who live in it. By no means do I wish to offend you, clearly if you wished to come hear by force you would have already made your move. For now please tell me of what you desire of this world."

"What I want from this land is simple: a place to live, for my children to roam free and feel the wonders of the nature which my realm has not seen for a thousand millenia" Ankoku says.

Pleasantries now complete, he produces a chair from a portal of darkness behind him and takes a seat in it. Producing another for Link, should he desire such a thing.

"I will, of course, bring to this plane my castle, the Citadel of the Void, but it will float in the sky. I will not ask for tithes, for I and my children have no need for food, drink, or anything of those other basic things your species require for survival, and I will disturb no one. There will be the occasional scuffle between our races, but this is something which is to be anticipated when integrating another species into a society."
He pauses for a moment before going on. "I will not, however, tolerate the oppression of my people under any circumstances."

Link, just realizing that his weapon was still drawn, sheathed his sword. While he was reaching back, he felt a searing pain in his middle: one of Tabias's last blows must have sliced deeply into his lower belly.

The realization that he was now bleeding out was quite a shock, but still Link held his possession strong. He would not let this 'angel' see him falter.

He took the seat that was clearly meant for him: it clearly was a welcome comfort for the pain he was now feeling.

"Why should I trust you? What have you ever done that will prove that you do not mean to harm those who I have sworn to protect?"

Ankoku pauses for a moment, studying the hero before him.

"You should know that, in my land, there is no such thing as a star. As such, there is no light beyond what I make myself. I have created my people with a preference for light sources, but none of us need it to see. Where I am going with this is that I see, and smell, for that matter, the blood running from your wound. I...do not believe that I have created a healing spell which is useful on those who I did not create, however. Come, let us adjourn to elsewhere, where that wound can be bound or where a healing technique can be used."
"That won't be necessary," Drake says as he approaches the two. "As Link probably remembers from our encounters, I am in fact an accomplished alchemist. Here."
With that, the Zora holds out a bubbling red potion to Link. "This should heal that wound. You can either pour it on directly or drink it. Administering it directly is faster and more potent on one area, while drinking it will heal wounds all over your body. And it'll provide you with the reasonably pleasant taste I managed to work into this iteration."

Ankoku takes hold of this potion, holding it up to his eyes and studying it for a moment before holding it out to Link.

"An interesting skill, indeed. I will have to design a Tyran for a task like this. And as for your question, I haven't. I have not been in this land long enough to prove myself an ally or an enemy, and I have yet to provide you with any reason to trust me. You could attack me right now and be perfectly justified, as I am a monstrous creature who intents to bring his equally monstrous spawn into your world."

Link took hold of the potion and poured it down his throat.

"Thank you. I am beginning to understand your dispossession. To be without light is to be without hope in my eyes. You must also forgive me for being doubtful of your intentions. In my life-time I have held back the onslaught of many evils, and I can not let anyone harm the people and land that I love. But I want you to know that I have come to no conclusions as to your intentions from your form. I have known many creatures, some good and some bad, and I have found that the most fair can be the most evil while the foulest can be the best of heart."

"Of course you would be protective of your people. And as I said, I would do them no harm at any point provided that they observe the simple niceties given to members of equal status in society. As a matter of fact, your people would be gaining from the transfer of my people to your world," Ankoku says after a moment. He settles back into his chair, going on, "My people have no need of food, drink, or lodging. This means that they have no need to work for money. They can work almost tirelessly, causing an explosion in technological progress. Furthermore, they could effortlessly cause an equal increase in living conditions for your entire people."

"All of what you say is very tempting, but how do I know that you won't rip us to shreds? I know that you don't have any need for food or water, but that doesn't mean you won't use your superior combat skills to destroy this land. I must ask that you prove yourself, by swearing an oath. Does your kind believe in bonds of blood?" Link asked.

Ankoku pauses, considering.

"My people...have never had need of such a thing. It is a ritual which I am afraid that even I, myself, am unfamiliar with. What is this 'bond of blood' you refer to, and what does it entail?"

"I'm guessing that you know what an oath is. Well, the bond of which I speak is a way to solidify an oath. There is no magic behind it, only the principals of honor. If you become a part of the bond, you seal yourself to your oath and the one in which you share the bond. But the bond works both ways, while I can ask something of you; you may also ask something of me. So you see a certain amount of trust is required from the start. This is because if I ask something simple of you, you would have the right to ask something unforgivable of me, and if I hoped to retain any dignity I would have to do as you ask. My terms are simple. You may stay in this land forever and in peace with the people of Hyrule, as long as you swear to come to the call of aid when we have need of you. If you agree to my terms, I must ask what you would have of me. Remember it can be anything. Because I do not wish to cheat you, I must tell you that agreeing with my terms ensures that you will be allowed to stay, so you may ask something else of me."

The Angel of Darkness pauses for another moment, proceeding to reply firmly.

"This oath, in its present form, is not one which I can agree to. My first priority is to my children the Tyrans. This oath states that I must maintain peace with your lands, but this is something which I will refuse to do should one of your people strike out at one of my people."

"As a part of my side of the oath, as long as your people are not harming Hyrule or its people, I will make sure that the people of this land will not harm you. I hold incredible sway with all the people of this land. I also can see why you would not want to be a part of this bond. It requires much trust, and your care for your people is admirable. I also would do anything to make sure the people I love will be safe."

"If you are unwilling to change your terms, then perhaps I can give you an alternative," Ankoku says, managing to keep the satisfaction out of his voice. That blood oath sounded a tad...dangerous. Not only is he honorable enough to keep it, but if someone managed to get hold of some of the blood he loses it could be disastrous, for his blood is like that of a dragon but far more potent.
"Deep within your forest is a creature who was long ago imprisoned. The seal upon him has been weakened, and he and his army of undead warriors will soon sweep across the land in an endless tide of undeath. I have designed three new children who must be tested, and this is the perfect occasion. If you will give me a short time to construct them, then you may accompany them into the forest as a show of our willingness to come to the aid of your land."

"…constructing…?"

Jace looked up, his eyes twice their normal size.

"N-new children? Father? Um... How long has 'this' been going on?" Jace was, needless to say, thoroughly shocked. "Um..." He was now, effectively, rendered speechless.

En simply looked up, expressionless as always. "I must say, Father, this comes as a great surprise."

"Not too long. I got the idea for them just after I first opened the scrying pool to this land and managed to locate you, Jace," Ankoku says, looking over his shoulder at his two sons who remain present.
Which brings up the question: what the heck is he going to do with Tabais?

"First of all thank you for your warning. And the aid you speak of, your children, I can see that they will be incredibly powerful, but how will I know that they will be able to be controlled. I know this land better than anyone; would you be willing to ask your children to follow my guidance and if necessary follow an order? If you cannot, I must ask you to not bring anymore outsiders to Hyrule."

"If you will guide them truly, then they will follow" Ankoku says simply, crossing his arms over his armored chest and settling comfortably into his chair. He neglects to mention that he will be watching over the group at all times in case anything goes wrong, because that could be taken as a sign of mistrust. In fact, it is merely a sign of fatherly paranoia for his children's safety.

As the group enters the ship, Ridley and the commandos break off and head toward the bridge to make sure there were no disturbances. It takes a minimum of three people to man every board on the bridge, after all, plus the fact that none of them really have any medical expertise or any reason to go back there.

Hiroko watches carefully.
She had never seen something like that.
Also, she was sure that neither her other self had seen such thing.
However, at the mention of the rest of the group, grief comes to her.
That makes her even quieter than she was before.

"Ok..." she simply replies, there is some shyness on her voice tone.

As the two of them enter the infirmary, Horathee looks up. He performs the equivalent of raising his eyeridges (since his face cannot be seen, it's among those gestures incorporated into the 'language' of fully armored soldiers).

First of all, someone who appears to be the one they were fighting, but clad in white now, is has just entered with him. And then there's that...protective air he has about him as he holds the green one. Peculiar…

"Don't ask, it'll be explained later," Darithee says, walking over to one of the beds (designed for patients who'll be there for a while, and there are eight of them along the walls).

He pulls back the bedding and places her down onto the downy surface, then pulls them over her since the room is kept rather cold (to promote sleep).

Darithee then straightens, turning to the two commandos and the Elite.

"Alright, I'm not going to explain everything because that'll take too long, but suffice to say that her name" said while indicating the girl in white "is Hiroko."

Horathee nods, still working on completely sealing Minako's reopened stomach injury. Vulthee makes time to wave a bloody, gauntleted hand in greeting, having just finished closing Yoshiko's chest wound. Yoko and Keiko have already been tended to physically by Galamee (who nods his armored head in her direction, being in the process of washing his hands off), but neither seems particularly interested in regaining consciousness despite the fact that they actually had minimal injuries, only curling up as they start feeling the cold of the place.

"Yoroshiku" the clad in white says, saluting giving a deep bow. This is not only a greeting but also a hidden way to ask for forgiveness, hinted on how deep the bow has been.

After rising up again, having look on the floor for several seconds to make the 'apology' even deeper, she looks up to what she sees of her sisters.
Red, pain and wounds.
How could she (referring to 06/Sadako) do such thing? What was the real thing behind such acts?
She is rather unhappy about seeing them more than glad.

"I'll take that as a greeting," Galamee rumbles, Elite status making his voice deeper than is considered normal. He, having finished washing his claws, pulls the bedding down a bit on two of the beds and placing the two girls in them one at a time. There is a marked difference between the ways he does this from how Darithee did it on Kazuko, but it's subtle. He does it like a physician, where Darithee performs the act somewhat more...something.

The Elite can't put his claw on the word, but he knows as soon as he's alone in the room without anyone to tell, he'll figure out exactly what the word is and he'll feel like a retard.
This is a guarantee, and it frustrates the Elite to no end.

"It is," Darithee says simply.
"Managed to get a hold of a cipher, eh?" Vulthee asks, washing off her hands. "How'd you manage that?"
"I'll explain later, but in short Kazuko and I exchanged languages."
"Ah. And what of you, Hiroko?" the medic asks, turning to the newcomer. "Got any medical concerns you want taken care of before I start on making sure Kazuko doesn't have any hidden injuries?"

"I'd... rather remain as I am..." she says bitterly, grasping strongly a the leader's red orb. She cannot simply forgive 'herself'.

"Alrighty, then," Vulthee says briskly, walking over to Kazuko's bed and starting some tests. "Keiko and Yoko are physically fine, so they'll probably be waking up sometime soon. Within an hour or two, I think."
"Alright, Minako's done," Horathee says, moving to wash his hands. "That's all of them, I think."
"I have to say, I'm surprised you managed to stabilize the two of them that quickly," Darithee says. "They wouldn't have lasted half an hour without you two."
"Yeah," Vulthee says shamelessly. "We know."
"Enough gloating," Horathee says, rolling his eyes. "Give me a hand moving her to a bed."
"Alright, I'll get Yoshiko; Horathee and Darithee, take care of Minako," Galamee says as he approaches the indicated girl, gently shifting her over to a one of the beds while the other two do the same with Minako.

Hiroko just watches the movements.
She sighs and goes to the nearest bed and sits down.
Her face has nothing more than sadness.

"I wish they where fine..." she lets out.

"They are fine," Vulthee says, not having come up with anything yet. "In a day or so they'll be good as new."
"And when Vulthee says that, she means it," Darithee says. "I had her put my arm back on once."
"Was that the time your pack detonated?" Galamee asks, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.
"No, that's the time she rebuilt my carapace out of PVC pipe we raided from a human barge. She reattached my arm after we got ambushed by that Omega Metroid on SR-698."
"You seem to get eaten a lot more than the rest of us do. What's your secret?" Vulthee jokes, walking over to where her beloved sniper rifle is leaning against the wall and reattaching it to her arm.
"Ah, such is the burden of being point guard."

However, the one in white remained sat on the bed, looking down at the floor with more sorrow than amusement about the joke.

Holding carefully the red orb on her hands she closed her eyes trying to imagine a better scenario.

Wondering what was actually her life worth for at this moment, and how could she help in such peril…

"Hey Hiro-chan, wanna go out to our house?"
"Um?"

An image came into her mind, running roughly like an old videotape

The 4 girls where in school uniforms and while looking at her self she found that she was also in such dress. It felt funny.
Yoshiko's big red orb was hanging up in that necklace of hers as usual.

"Go to your house?" she asks, her head moving down as trying to hide it beneath her clothing, neck and all. "I don't know if dad would let me…"
"Aw, common!" Yoshiko jokes, not letting her finish. There she was with her usual wide smile "You don't have to ask daddy for everything..."
"But it would be the most prudent thing to do..." Kazuko states, she was currently carrying lots of books. Ah, always the correct and logic one of the sisters…
"But we've never taken anyone to our house in a looong time-chuuuu!" Yoko clings onto Kazuko, using her puppy eyes on her. The hacker seems to try to avoid them but seemingly fails to do so.

Minako suddenly comes from behind them; it seems that she was talking with some guy and noticed the commotion of the rest of her sisters.
Though she was also in uniform, the modifications she had done to it could be easily seen.

"Do whatever you wish... but don't enter my room..." she chews a gum menacingly, blowing it and popping it.

It was in those times when Hiroko felt safe, secure, and happy.
There was no problems, no secrets, no lies, no sadness, nothing to worry about…
That fateful day when she met the full team, not as the CG, but as the 'crazy' Meka sisters from Otoburo High.
They had so much fun that day, every time they could gather together they went everywhere, buying cakes and mochi, at the Arcade with a hyper Yoshiko, shopping with the pompous Minako or even just going to study with Kazuko on those weeks prior Summer Vacatons: the selection exams for Colleges where going to be though and she as well as the hacker wanted to be prepare with all, even if it meant dying in the battle field while reading a textbook (applied only to the hacker of course, although she could only imagine that scene now that she knew she was a Cyber Girl…)

But all that ended was until 'she' made that final move to get their grips on the sisters and the 'proyect'.
It wasn't her fault... 'She' used to be locked in the coldness of solitude and harsh training.
06 had not met anything else in the world and had only one purpose: destroying, killing, causing pain and misery…
Still, what is this bitterness she felt now then?
She had done nothing at all, but still, she felt so responsible and guilty.
She wished to go far, anywhere but where she was, where 'she' could start a rampage.
Killing with her own hands…
Confused as well depressed, she started to sob softly in her place, looking down at the cold floor of the infirmary.

In the darkness of the night, climbing up Death Mountain, the Hunter moved up the smooth path that dipped down, then rose steadily up to the peak of the volcano.

It had not been some minutes since she dispatched Ark away, as she continued on her search for the pirates.

As she walked, she figured the smoothness of the area she was passing by, probably due to past lava flows.

Moving along against the 'wall' to the left, she used the shadows to cloak, moving away from the moonlight.

She figured if she was wrong, then the least would be a layout of the area and knowing what was up here.

Samus continued up this path, now moving more quickly seeing nothing of danger. Yet, she came up to a wall with several notches in its face, and some ledges protruding from it at different levels.

Like she was going to climb…

She left up and onto the first ledge, then turned and jumped to the other. She then looked up to face where the wall leveled out and jumped up there. She crouched as she landed and looked about.

"...Good hunch."She whispered under her breath taking a long look at the larger ship protruding out from the volcano. Then, she moved into he shadows of a wall leading up to the crater, and moved along this towards the ship. So far, so good…

"So you have found us," a voice calls to her. A very known one for her actually "I expected you would"

Ridley slowly rises from his place among the stones to the Hunter's right, stretching slightly and gathering energy for the fight to come.

"You know, you really should work on camouflaging your energy signature. I knew you were coming before you entered the village below."

This is not, of course, to say that he knew exactly where she was at almost any point in time, but he did know she was making her way up the mountain. Not that he's telling her that.

"Why do you continue to harry us?" he asks after a moment. "We have done nothing here but give the town below some degree of safety, and yet still you come here, presumably to attempt to crush us."

Samus slowly turns her head right. So much for abolishing most of her suit's energy.

"Crush you? No, just curious. So far there is nothing really of great importance to be done. After all, we are stuck in this planet in the universe so far with no method to get out. So therefore, my mission is currently void."

Now this of course was skipping around some other things, but she felt them not necessary. After all, she did come up to see if the ship was here or not. And it was here…

"I hardly believe that you could only be 'curious' about the location and activities of your most bitter foes," Ridley says, eyes narrowing. He hardly wants to be cynical, but where the Hunter is concerned it is decidedly difficult not to be.

She stood up from her crouching position, but did not turn fully to face him.

"Well, there isn't much of anything better I can do can I..? Would it make you feel better if I told you where my ship was..?" She said the last bit with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"Not really. It wouldn't be too difficult for us to find your ship, anyway. And furthermore, I'm sure there are better things you can find to do," Ridley says. "Like killing off soldiers without ever questioning the terms of the conflict."

Ouch…

"Hm. Well, I do question the terms. I kill for the fact of my not really liking the soldiers"

She though a moment on the years of conflict she and the pirates had. She then turned the subject another way. "But, I just thought of something. It was literally behind me as I came up."

She said recalling the not so sane brother of Jaith who had followed her up and then turned back to go to some 'Shadow Temple.'

"That Ark fellow. He poses a problem…"

Mission 41 – End

Long time no see eh?

Oh well, that's awesome! Another update!

3 in one! The Dragon and the Huntress, Link and the Angel of Darkness… the Pirates and the clad in white.

This is going insane! What will happen next? Will Link agree? What about the new 'kids' of Ankoku? How will they be? Will Ridley chew Samus? Will 06 emerge and kill them all?

Find out on the next … chapter?

See you next mission!