A/N: This is yet another novel fanfiction I've written, cataloguing the mission played out in Metroid Fusion, the latest Metroid work by Nintendo for the Gameboy Advance. Pure artistic lisence was used. Metroid is owned by Nintendo and the creators of Metroid. So read and enjoy. And please, feel free to leave reviews.
Sector 2 (TRO)
Part XII - "Flight"
"You must never run from fear. You must face it. Fear is a tracker that will hunt you down."
- Lynn Andrews
I found a small access conduit and used it to get into Sector 2. When I reached the end of the tunnel and got into the larger area of the room, I was hit with a sense of deep foreboding.
Something wasn't right.
I dropped down out of the conduit into the room proper and stopped dead. The SA-X was standing in the doorway with her back to me.
"Ah, shit." I'd walked right into the trap she'd set. The SA-X turned, blank eyes meeting mine and making me shudder. The fear hit me next and fastened me quick to the ground.
And then she came toward me. Her advance broke the fear-induced trance. I leaped into the air, arcing over her head, while blasts from her ice beam froze the walls around me.
I hit the ground running and fired off an ice missile at her. It froze her in midstep and so I turned and bolted.
I ran for my life, knowing the freezing effect wouldn't last near long enough, and found myself at a dead end. "No," I murmured in panic, "no, no, no! Oh damn…"
I took a moment to try and calm my pounding heart, and dropped a power bomb, freezing the demon right as the hatch opened. I turned and ran again, tearing into the next room as quickly as possible. Her Ice Beam froze the wall beside me, and thanks to the Varia Suit data, I remained unharmed when a bolt glanced off my arm.
I froze her with the blast of another missile and kept running. In the next room, there was a separating barrier that closed off one side of the room from the other; most likely used for testing of some sort. I dove down behind it and peered around the edge, ducking back when the SA-X entered. She scoured the room looking for me, and dropped a power bomb to try and burn me out of hiding. I jammed my teeth down into my lower lip to keep from screaming at the mild radioactive blast. That was the second time she'd done that. It was as if she were making a statement:
"Come out and fight me or I'll make you wish you had."
I waited for her to turn and leave before hissing out several consecutive, short curses. I picked myself up off the floor and slowly, eyes peeled, made my way back to the previous room.
The ground sounded hollow beneath my feet, and I bombed my way through. The tropical habitat was a mess. Those vines were weaving themselves through everything, leaving vegetation everywhere, and what was worse, the cocoons I'd seen everywhere had quite obviously hatched, and flying insects the size of my ship's cockpit were everywhere. And what didn't fly, hopped. I was starting to miss the occasional Zoomer or Sidehopper. These new irritations were damn near impossible to get a decent target lock on. The bonus was that they froze rather nicely when I finally could hit them.
And if anyone ever finds out that I have less than perfect aim, dear reader, it will be your head.
I did uite a bit of climbing and shooting before falling through the trick floor that led me to the source of the vegetative problem. It wound up being a huge, stationary creature that looked to be half-plant and half-animal. I had no doubts that this odd being was itself no longer, but now an X host. So I plugged away at it, dodging the venomous spores coming from the smaller flowers near the corners of the room, and sure enough, it soon was forced to revert to Core-X form. The red eye opened and began charging.
I swore even as it fired off a round that took me square in the chest and sent me hurtling backward to slam into the wall at my back at a good thirty-mile-per-hour clip. The wall at my back cracked a little at impact. I hit it very hard.
For a moment, after I slid down the wall to land on my rear - rather undignified, really - I thought my spine had cracked as well. But when the hot, liquid pain from the Plasma Beam faded away and stopped searing my flesh, I stood, mildly pleased that all my joints were still in the right places and my bones were unharmed.
I made a mental note to give my Power Suit the polishing of its existance if I got out of there alive.
I shook off the dizziness and dull ache that had set in and finished off the Core-X with little difficulty. The Plasma Beam it carried packed a punch (as first-hand knowledge so attests), but it took a mooment to charge enough for a blast of any significance. I took back my Plasma Beam and traversed the sector to the Nav. room and exit. Funny enough, Adam was more surprised that I'd restored another beam function than he was that I'd almost gotten myself killed in another encounter with the SA-X.
"What? You've restored Plasma Beam functionality? Most unexpected. Even so, continue to avoid the SA-X."
No sweat. I didn't want her near me until she learned to control that itchy trigger finger.
"It too, may be stronger."
It was. I didn't doubt it for a second.
"And you still lack a few abilities crucial to survival."
Really, I thought bitterly. I hadn't forgotten, and it chafed. I hated that I didn't have the abilities that should have been mine, and yet some hell-spawned replica of me could use them with flawless precision.
Life was really a kick in the ass some days.
"Wait…" Adam had my attention in a snap with the anxious worry in his electronically generated voice. "Wait a second…more trouble."
I sighed. Of course more trouble.
"Hold on…I've isolated the cause.
"There's been an explosion in the ARC Data room…"
There went the idea of me gaining any more of my abilities back painlessly.
Dammit.
"Samus, go to Sector 5. The damage is staggering. Find out what's causing it."
Sector 2 (TRO)
Part XII - "Flight"
"You must never run from fear. You must face it. Fear is a tracker that will hunt you down."
- Lynn Andrews
I found a small access conduit and used it to get into Sector 2. When I reached the end of the tunnel and got into the larger area of the room, I was hit with a sense of deep foreboding.
Something wasn't right.
I dropped down out of the conduit into the room proper and stopped dead. The SA-X was standing in the doorway with her back to me.
"Ah, shit." I'd walked right into the trap she'd set. The SA-X turned, blank eyes meeting mine and making me shudder. The fear hit me next and fastened me quick to the ground.
And then she came toward me. Her advance broke the fear-induced trance. I leaped into the air, arcing over her head, while blasts from her ice beam froze the walls around me.
I hit the ground running and fired off an ice missile at her. It froze her in midstep and so I turned and bolted.
I ran for my life, knowing the freezing effect wouldn't last near long enough, and found myself at a dead end. "No," I murmured in panic, "no, no, no! Oh damn…"
I took a moment to try and calm my pounding heart, and dropped a power bomb, freezing the demon right as the hatch opened. I turned and ran again, tearing into the next room as quickly as possible. Her Ice Beam froze the wall beside me, and thanks to the Varia Suit data, I remained unharmed when a bolt glanced off my arm.
I froze her with the blast of another missile and kept running. In the next room, there was a separating barrier that closed off one side of the room from the other; most likely used for testing of some sort. I dove down behind it and peered around the edge, ducking back when the SA-X entered. She scoured the room looking for me, and dropped a power bomb to try and burn me out of hiding. I jammed my teeth down into my lower lip to keep from screaming at the mild radioactive blast. That was the second time she'd done that. It was as if she were making a statement:
"Come out and fight me or I'll make you wish you had."
I waited for her to turn and leave before hissing out several consecutive, short curses. I picked myself up off the floor and slowly, eyes peeled, made my way back to the previous room.
The ground sounded hollow beneath my feet, and I bombed my way through. The tropical habitat was a mess. Those vines were weaving themselves through everything, leaving vegetation everywhere, and what was worse, the cocoons I'd seen everywhere had quite obviously hatched, and flying insects the size of my ship's cockpit were everywhere. And what didn't fly, hopped. I was starting to miss the occasional Zoomer or Sidehopper. These new irritations were damn near impossible to get a decent target lock on. The bonus was that they froze rather nicely when I finally could hit them.
And if anyone ever finds out that I have less than perfect aim, dear reader, it will be your head.
I did uite a bit of climbing and shooting before falling through the trick floor that led me to the source of the vegetative problem. It wound up being a huge, stationary creature that looked to be half-plant and half-animal. I had no doubts that this odd being was itself no longer, but now an X host. So I plugged away at it, dodging the venomous spores coming from the smaller flowers near the corners of the room, and sure enough, it soon was forced to revert to Core-X form. The red eye opened and began charging.
I swore even as it fired off a round that took me square in the chest and sent me hurtling backward to slam into the wall at my back at a good thirty-mile-per-hour clip. The wall at my back cracked a little at impact. I hit it very hard.
For a moment, after I slid down the wall to land on my rear - rather undignified, really - I thought my spine had cracked as well. But when the hot, liquid pain from the Plasma Beam faded away and stopped searing my flesh, I stood, mildly pleased that all my joints were still in the right places and my bones were unharmed.
I made a mental note to give my Power Suit the polishing of its existance if I got out of there alive.
I shook off the dizziness and dull ache that had set in and finished off the Core-X with little difficulty. The Plasma Beam it carried packed a punch (as first-hand knowledge so attests), but it took a mooment to charge enough for a blast of any significance. I took back my Plasma Beam and traversed the sector to the Nav. room and exit. Funny enough, Adam was more surprised that I'd restored another beam function than he was that I'd almost gotten myself killed in another encounter with the SA-X.
"What? You've restored Plasma Beam functionality? Most unexpected. Even so, continue to avoid the SA-X."
No sweat. I didn't want her near me until she learned to control that itchy trigger finger.
"It too, may be stronger."
It was. I didn't doubt it for a second.
"And you still lack a few abilities crucial to survival."
Really, I thought bitterly. I hadn't forgotten, and it chafed. I hated that I didn't have the abilities that should have been mine, and yet some hell-spawned replica of me could use them with flawless precision.
Life was really a kick in the ass some days.
"Wait…" Adam had my attention in a snap with the anxious worry in his electronically generated voice. "Wait a second…more trouble."
I sighed. Of course more trouble.
"Hold on…I've isolated the cause.
"There's been an explosion in the ARC Data room…"
There went the idea of me gaining any more of my abilities back painlessly.
Dammit.
"Samus, go to Sector 5. The damage is staggering. Find out what's causing it."