Here we go! Okay, this chapter is from Ghor's perspective. Hope you enjoy it! By the way, I encourage you to grab a dictionary, I used big words in this!

Gandrayda and I were alone now. Just walking together through the rain that battered its poisons against the already corrupted planet. I found myself.... joyed at standing in the downpour. It was somewhat pleasant. Though, I knew that we weren't strolling for recreation. We were going to join the demented army of aliens, but first, we had to get some cover to disguise our true states of mind.

"So, are we heading to an armory or something?" Gandrayda asked me.

"Yes. There should be one nearby." I responded, checking the map hologram on my wrist. "Just around the corner."

"Ghor," she said. "did you mean what you said to Rundas? That you miss the old him?"

She studied me with her purple eyes as I was silent. They were questioning, and I looked away, focusing on the shower that teemed down, sighing. "I long to laugh with him again. Remember at the party on Olympus? After we escaped Dark Samus? Then the meeting, where Rundas kicked Noxus? And then the tournament we had on Norion with the other bounty hunters? Then... then..." I trailed off after saying those sentences quickly, thinking of how fun and memorable the experiences Samus, Rundas, Gandrayda and I had shared were. "I looked up to him, and now that he knows nothing... I have no reason for valuing..."

"Sure you do. We just have to think of some way to get his memories back. Shouldn't be too hard, right?" she said dubiously.

"Returning someone's mind back to its original state is extremely difficult. We don't know anything about Rundas's brain. I'm not sure experimenting would do him or us any good..." I muttered in defeat.

"Well, I'm not too good with science and stuff, so we'll just see how it turns out, okay?" she assured me, giving my arm a pat. Her touch was comforting, and my sadness melted away in the slightest. "Let's complete this mission and hope for the best."

"Thank you, Gandrayda." I said, smiling.

She shrugged. "No problem."

"All right, the armory is right here," I pointed out, stopping us both at a locked door. "But how do we access it?"

Gandrayda smirked. "Simple. Break the door down!" I watched as the little Jovian morphed and flashed into a hulking Berserker Knight, with Phazite plating and vicious claws that could have ripped my head clean off. I took a step away as the monster leaned her large body back, kicking the seal and blowing it straight into the armory with a boom. I covered my head from the splatters of gooey Phazon that gushed with the tremor, and peeked between my arms to my friend, who was transforming back into her normal self again. "See? Easy!"

I lowered my hands, walking past her and ducking into the arsenal room. The flickering lights overhead lit up the diverse supply of Space Pirate weaponry and panoply, and I searched the reserve thoroughly.

"So we're getting armor, right?" Gandrayda asked, following behind me and out of the acid rain. "Do you see any?"

I halted in front of a squat shelf, reaching down for the pleated covering. "Right here. There you go," I turned and handed the chargers to her, and our hands overlapped.

I froze, as did she, and we both stared at our touching palms. The zing that prickled my fingers was so great that they desensitized, and my breath caught in my mouth. I was glued to the spot, completely transfixed at the sight of the two of us touching again. "Oh my gosh..." I whispered, and Gandrayda's face flushed bright pink.

She quickly took her hands back, along with the armor and turned. "Don't look... K?"

I obeyed, my cheeks getting hot as well. "U-uh... Yes..." I took a few Phazite plates, removing my Hazard Suit and laying it on the empty ledge. Then I equipped my mechanical body with the bluish armor, which, if my scannings were correct, would protect me from the harsh rain.

Once finished, I waited for a few moments, staring out of the thick yet small, red glowing window in the wall. I thought I saw a shadow move across the glass.

"Ready. Do I look reasonable?" Gandrayda's voice cut my gaze, and I looked back to her. She was full clad from chin to toe in ice-blue Phazite, the mutagen curvaceous, matching her body. She looked tougher, like a force to be reckoned with. I ogled, and realized that she was posing for me. "Well?"

I blushed. "You look great. I uh, wouldn't notice the difference." My words were muffled, and I made a skilled attempt to try and make them intelligible. "Um... How do I look?"

Gandrayda giggled, placing the tip of her thumb between her front teeth. "Devilishly handsome. Does that work?"

My face reddened again, and I stared at my feet. "Yes! I guess that would suffice..." I cleared my throat. "We should probably go find the-"

Someone came into the armory. Their figure was streamlined, and maddening amounts of spikes protruded out of their limbs. But I couldn't see their face, the bright outside was obscuring them from my recognition. "What are you two doing in here?" My mind instantly clicked, and I knew the hissy, proud tone of the Kriken bounty hunter Trace. "The ᾏРђѦ is on the move. We must hurry!"

At last, Trace was visualizable. His uniquely shaped body was glowing with Phazon, and his single blue eye in his tear-drop shaped head was piercing and evil. I noticed the gut-wrenchingly large spines on his arms and legs, practically ready to tear something apart. Veins of Phazon were coiled around his physique, all of them pulsing as one. He looked horrible.

I swallowed, but said in a stern, unmovable voice, "We will follow you."

Trace nodded once. "Good. Let's go," he turned and we were forced to go after him, back into the acid rain. The precipitation I was relieved did not harm Gandrayda or I, and merely bounced off of the Kriken with taps. "It's good to know you've chosen the right path, hunters. We were beginning to think that Samus Aran had taken full control over you."

"She's a menace. A complete twit." Gandrayda spat, giving me a roguish smile once I looked at her. "I couldn't stand her whiny, babbling voice."

Trace covered his ears. "You and me both, baby. You and me both," he groaned.

I seized the opportunity behind his back and scanned him. The robotic purring was unheard in the heavy deluge. Once completed, I read the entry-

"Subject known as Trace has been severely exposed to Phazon. The Kriken has been injected, fed, and bathed in the mutagen, and it now naturally courses through his body, giving him enhanced strength, height, and reflexes. He is deadly at any range if challenged, and bears a medley of extreme weaponry that surpasses yours, including guns, knives, grenades, and poisons. Trace although, still favors his Imperialist, and has had it combined with his arm to be with him at all times."

I stared at his veined back. What had Phaaze II done to these poor aliens? I couldn't imagine what the other bounty hunters and their races would be like... How did my culture turn out? I was afraid to know. What about Gandrayda's? And Rundas's? I shuddered, but not from the cold, merciless death that fell from the sky in the form of water.

"Where is the meeting ground?" I asked, trying to rid my mind of appalling images I was thinking up.

"It was once where our mistress Gandrayda fought with the good-for-nothing heel Samus. It's miraculous how eight full colonies of aliens fit in that room. Well, our numbers were a tad small, due to the fact that Phrygisian women can't manipulate ice, and that the older men were too weak to fight. Oh well, at least we've got Rundas, he's the leader of the Phrygisian section." Trace laughed cruelly, afterwards excusing himself for his sudden hysterical outburst. "It's hard to stifle emotions when corrupted. Wouldn't you agree?"

I nodded. "I've shot a few of my friends out of pure starkness. I have to say it was fun!" Lying was... strangely arduous...

Trace smirked. "I'd better stay away from you, then. I've heard that plasma cannon can really murder somebody. Anyway, we're here, go and find your groups, the ᾏРђѦ will be here shortly."

He left us, joining his band of mutated Krikens. He stood at the head of them, waiting for whoever this ᾏРђѦ was. I looked at Gandrayda, and she looked at me. Eventually, we had to bade goodbye to each other, and stepped with our crowds of unhinged aliens. I felt uncomfortable, the stares of the corrupted Wotans shining on me like spotlights.

The room went pin-drop quiet, and to break the silence, I coughed into my fist. Why wasn't anyone speaking? This was making me ill-at-ease... But then, the edgy atmosphere was broken by a gruff voice, "Wait... where's Rundas?"

All multi-species heads turned towards the Phrygisian huddle, where each male was staring around. "He's not here?"

Confusion swept the half-swarm like wildfire, and questions flitted around-

"How could he not be?"

'Has he gone missing?"

"Something is not right..."

Somebody smacked my shoulder. "Why don't we ask our newest arrival?" I looked back to see a very cumbersome Wotan, with shining armor and an aggressive snarl. "What do you know, Ghor? Why isn't the ice hunter here?"

"I... uh..." I took a few steps back, trying to evade the oncoming flow of suspicious aliens that gathered around me. Pretty soon, I hit somebody else, and cowered beneath a fearsome Sylux as the tentacles slithering from his body made rattling sounds when they shook.

"Ghor!!" I heard a familiar voice call, and turned towards the sound.

"Gandrayda!!" I cried out, as hands clenched into fists and guns cocked from my surrounding, skeptical pack. I reached for my plasma cannon, only to be stopped by a huge shadow that soared over the glass dome high above. All of us were watching it with wonder. The shape faded away in the distance as the rain shrouded its path.

"ᾏРђѦ!! But, why isn't the ᾏРђѦ stopping for us? Where is ᾏРђѦ going?" a scruffy voiced Spire wondered.

Sylux looked out the misty window, whispering, "Something's wrong..."