Message #37.

To: Samus Aran.

From: Ridley.

Subject: An Old Ship, Old Memories.

Well I see you found our old frigate, submerged as it might be down into the sea of this tallon bog. Now you travel through it towards our mines, ready to destroy us, and I can't convince you otherwise.

Try as I might I can't convince you to see reason, to see anything but more and more hate as you decimate more and more lifeforms.

Personally I think you have the wrong impression of us space pirates. We are not so much a race of pillaging, but rather perfecting. We focus on science and the greater good of our collective after mother brain taught us how to do so. We all have a thirst for knowledge and the wonders of our universe.

So now I make you one last offer. I offer you a place among my people. After all those you've slaughtered on Zebes, I still offer you this chance to lead us. Without mother brain we are lost in our old ways, the science slipping away as our inspiration fades.

But you can change all that my dear. You have technology beyond our wildest dreams. So join us, lead us in a direction so that we may rejoin galactic society. What little remains of our high command doesn't see it, but I do. If we don't change now we'll be no more than beasts again and I want anything but that.

We have a place for you, we will follow you because you can be our savior.

-Ridley.