Chapter 5: Big Fat Man's Big Fat Adventure
It had been two days since Samus had gone to Chauda Station. Why
hadn't she come back yet? There was no response from the station,
either. Keaton's suspicions that Royce was telling the truth, and
that a plot to use and/or destroy Samus was afoot on SR388 was set
aside momentarily after she came into his office wearing an odd new
Power Suit. It was aqua green with patches of yellow, and looked
really rubbery from the texture of it. Other attacks from lifeforms
recently dubbed 'X' were being reported in several areas of B.S.L.
jurisdiction. Chauda was at the highest risk and no one knew what
was happening there. Keaton had received word that Chauda had
suffered an explosion inside the Quarantine Bay an hour ago, and that
Samus was ready for action again. He had sent her two days ago,
moments after that report. Still no word from Samus or the NavCom AI,
Adam Malkovich. He was tempted to send Houston or Ridley, but they
would be more hindrance than help. Samus was now immune to the X,
whereas the other two weren't. He decided to call them in and send
them on a different mission after the back of his mind had nagged him
enough times to send them away so that they wouldn't catch a bad drift
of what was going on.
When Houston and Ridley arrived, he didn't expect Royce or The Kefka to
be with either of them, but both were there, too. It was like Samus
had gathered her own posse of team members and yet she had to go alone
on this mission, just like twice before she had to go alone.
"Now...I suppose you've all gathered here to ask me about Samus, but I
have other plans for you aside of being interrogators. She -will-
return from her mission, it is just that she hasn't yet." Kefka
uncrosses her arms and lets her billowing red and green (with yellow
trim) robes slowly wave back and forth.
"Windbag, cut to the chase." This didn't strike Keaton as an insult
at all. Kefka was worse than Ridley when it came to starting (or even
finishing) an argument. He had to let it be or else the mission would
turn into stopping Kefka from blowing Keaton's head off with a spell.
Yet Kefka was never one to stay mad for long, turning vengeance into a
silly joke that only the person she was mad at becomes white as a ghost
toward.
"Yes, well..." Keaton clears his throat and hands Houston a folder.
"Your mission is inside that. I'll say this only once. Your
destination is Karru Station." Houston looks up and drops the folder.
"B-but, Keaton...that's...that's a base of the planet trade!" Keaton
looks at some other papers.
"Oh? Afraid of a few Icers, are we? You do know that they want to
attack two of our closest allies, the Chozo and Torizo, so that they
can do what the Space Pirates couldn't as well as have twelve planets
ready for selling to -anyone-? It's all in that folder. You're to
report to Hardy for your incognito...and, Kefka..."
"Hm?" Keaton looks up from the papers at Kefka.
"Don't go with them, you're too well-known." Kefka frowns and
disappears while Houston, Ridley, and Royce head off to Hardy.
They receive a few weird-looking outfits, like armor, and are
escorted to the docking bay. Hardy takes the time on the elevator to
tell them about the information.
"We've been hearing about this attack for some time now, and think that
the planet trade will act soon. They want to catch the Federation off
guard, but we know that they're dumber than Space Pirates. Stronger,
yes, but dumber. And I'm going with you guys, too. They're pretty
extreme with the martial arts for some of them...especially the elites.
The Ginyus you don't need to watch out for. They're easy to spot,
anyway. They have a symbol on their armor...and they goof off a lot
more than I do." Houston looked at what he was wearing and saw a
symbol on his armor.
"Hardy...you've -got- to be joking...I'm not gonna be up to that kind
of snuff." Ridley laughs at Houston and taunts that he's gotta act
like a Ginyu Force member. Posing, acting stupid, and looking all-
around weird.
"Okay...Houston, you -do- know how to goof off, as well as be serious,
right? Can you strike a pose for me?" Houston almost trips at Hardy's
question. His face goes to an extremly psychotic look as he points to
his head and himself.
"ME?! POSE?! YOU'VE GOTTA BE JOKING!!!" Hardy claps.
"That's -PERFECT-!! You've got the absurdity and everything!" Houston
looks at Hardy, bewildered. He was just recently about to throttle
Hardy, and now he's being congratulated? This was gonna be one weird
job...no doubt of that.
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Karru Station. Not a worse place in the boundaries of the Milky Way
existed. Not even, much to certain people's ironies, the capital planet
of the region, Freiza. Several sectors of the station were rendered
offline and unusable by countless battles between the planet trade and
the Torizo for this station. The battles for Karru ended when the
Kihunters approached Earth for a final battle with the Federation. The
planet trade had thought that the Chozo and Torizo, although reunited,
was heavily weakened by the Pirates, the Kihunters, and Laguna Ater's
stint with the Pirates on Acuar. That was the first error. The
second was that 'Federation spies' had caught wind of the genocide plot.
And the members of the planet trade were ready for another attack. That
never came, but a few new faces, including a Ginyu named Armstrong A.
Houston, had arrived.
What was left of the station was extremely red-light and crime riddled.
The Ginyus never cared about anything except striking terror with
ridiculous flair into their objectives. So their time was spent training,
posing, and goofing off. Houston was trying to picture a pose that would
make people think that the Ginyus were utterly stupid. Not that there
weren't people who already thought that. Almost everyone was already
convinced that Ginyu Special Forces meant a bunch of super-powered
retards. Yet for some odd reason they were like Hardy, they always came
through.
Hardy had other plans. His first objective? Find a Subway restaurant
that didn't have a ho obsessed with scoring a fat person. He was scared
of this place sometimes, wondering why he came here. But then he saw a
familiar face...or rather, familiar rotundness. At almost one and one-
half times Hardy's width was a man in a green army general uniform. His
head was bald on the top, with brown hair that reached his shoulders and
a brown beard slightly mottled with gray that reached to the bottom of
his neck. He turned around to face Hardy.
"Master Heidegger?" The fatter man than Hardy lets out a weird laugh.
"Gya, ha, ha! So, what brings you here, Hardy? You want to finish your
training? Heard you whooped a Ginyu AND Ridley. You won't need much
more coaching, if I say so myself." Hardy looks down.
"Can I speak to you somewhere private?" Heidegger shook his head.
"No. Ginyus all over the place ready to attack the Chozos. Tell you
what. We'll find a restaurant and talk there. It's not private, but
a lot of the planet trade soldiers are lazier than your police. They
won't pay much heed." They walk inside of a rather decent-looking cafe,
if it weren't for the lack of lighting inside it. They could barely
see, and it seemed like the perfect place to talk about something in
private, since the Elite 5 of the Ginyu Forces were always being too
loud to hear anything but themselves. They were up on and near a well-
lit stage, performing for a crowd, comedy and karaoke.
The crowd was enjoying themselves, thinking that these five were better
off without their best employer, Freiza. That Icer was in the crowd,
too, but just staring amusedly until Hardy and Heidegger walked inside.
Freiza wanted to have nothing fishy going on, and they're sitting in the
near-darkness was enough to count as fishy for him. Heidegger had made
a motion for Hardy to keep quiet, as he had picked onto Freiza sensing
them. Sure enough, Freiza was soon standing by their table.
"You boys don't mind if you would watch our performers a little closer,
do you? I'm uncomfortable when people keep their distance from me."
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Royce, Ridley, and Houston were looking everywhere for Hardy. They had
no clue where he was, and the Scouter that Houston was given (standard
Ginyu Force equipment) wasn't helping much, as he didn't know what
Hardy's energy signature was in the first place. He did find out how he
measured up to a lot of the planet trade warriors that wanted to pick on
the new guy, but after telling them what his readings were, they ran
away. He even made seven other Ginyus laugh with his new pose. They
thought that it fitted Houston well, as he seemed humorously psychotic
around them. Royce was always sensing Hardy close by, but never to an
exact point, and Ridley kept on stopping in front of the cafe where
Hardy was at.
After picking up a whiff of burritos, (Hardy's favorite food) he also
started to feel uneasy. He peeked inside and his usual red skin drained
to pink. He turned back outside and stuttered uncontrollably.
"F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-Freiza i-i-is t-t-talki-talking t-to H-h-Har-dy..."
Royce looked inside and turned to face Ridley.
"So what's the big deal? I'll just squeeze the moron's hand and suck
his energy dry." Houston looks inside and gets grabbed by a tall,
Frankenstein-like man with red hair.
"You're da' thud puhson who's peeked inside tha' door. Do ya' want in
or out?" Houston looks over to the others at the stage. Show-off time.
"Uh...uh...in!" The man shakes Houston's hand.
"Great! Name's Recoome!" Recoome lets go and steps back. "What's
yours?" Houston got the idea from the step back and does his
introductory pose ending with the squatting psycho-face that Hardy
had congratulated him for.
"HOUSTON!!!" Recoome cracks a grin like he's about to burst into
laughter.
"Whoa, dat's a weird pose. I'll bet ya get a lot of people laughing
at ya. Hey, why not try a comedy routine? Or sing?" Houston walks
up to the stage.
"I'll sing." Recoome looks up.
"JEICE! BURTER! Hand over the mike!"
"We were done anyway...only got a 35 on that duet. Psh, thing's
broken." An orange skinned man says partly upset in a heavy Aussie
accent.
"Ozzy, please. Perry Mason." The music starts. Houston clears his
throat as Freiza looks over and says that his favorite song is
playing. Houston starts to sing the lyrics in a voice that none of
the Ginyus had heard before. It sounded too good for a karaoke stint.
Ridley and Royce came in while Houston was singing and it seemed like
a bit more attention than that was being pulled.
After the song ended the score was tallied and Houston got an 85.
Freiza was clapping at this performance. Unless the song was an
Icer Acid, Frieza almost always scored below 10. This distraction was
the moment that Hardy and Heidegger had waited for, and Royce and Ridley
took the time to sit by them both, also.
"Master, can I ask for your help? The Federation is going to fight, and
if I know my instincts, Freiza will be with them to literally blow up
any resistance. I know that you're strong, light-years stronger than
Freiza, and our weapons aren't enough." Heidegger rubs his beard, and
then laughs.
"Gya, ha, ha, haa! Hardy, the reason why I came here was to buy a planet
for Shinra, but this must have been fate. I never expected to see you
again, and I never expected you to ask. Buuut...my answer is..."
"Yes?"
"No." Hardy almost stands up and Ridley begins to stumble backwards.
"NO?! How?!" Heidegger looks at Hardy.
"Did you bother to check customs reports before leaving?"
"Uh..." Heidegger glares.
"Gul'Gen has left for Planet Tallon 7, the current capital of the Chozo
Union. He's going to wait for the Emperor."
"Emperor?" Heidegger looks up in exhaustion and leans back.
"Don't they teach you history? Emperor Artic of the Icers. Freiza's
grandfather. He's the one who is supervising this attack. He's as
pacifist as the Chozo used to be since the Gennom cost the Icers a
war from attrition. His men want to creep into the Federation for
selling planets, but he's got other plans. An Iron Curtain Treaty."
Hardy understood what this meant. Iron Curtain treaties meant that
both sides totally isolated themselves from each other to avoid
confict from even starting. "If Gul'Gen can get to Artic for the
talks, then not a single soldier from either side attacks. That's why
I'm not helping you. Until then, though..."
'This is rather anti-climatic for the scenario...' Royce thought.
"Let's raise some HAVOC!!!" Heidegger lifts up the table and throws it
over Ridley at the stage, where Houston dives away and it hits Captain
Ginyu, knocking him out cold. Houston clobbers Jeice and Burter with
the microphone that he was still holding and then throws it at Recoome,
who gets hit between the eyes and falls over. Houston starts on the
crowd of soldiers and various other brawlers, some of them sent flying
by Houston's fists of fury.
"I was wondering when we were gonna fight!" Ridley looks at Hardy,
excitedly. He starts to swing his tail madly into the crowd, while
Freiza runs after Heidegger outside the restaurant.
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Gul'Gen stands outside in a barren, empty space. Alone, he waited for
Emperor Artic. Three IcsAucer ships land a few hundred feet away.
Out of the doors of the frontward one stood a tall and ancient-looking
Icer. He came forward to Gul'Gen at a walking pace that, due to his
stature, was fast, even for walking. He stops and looks down at the
tiny ancient-looking Chozo.
"Are you Gul'Gen? The leader of the Chozo Union and member of the
Federation Senate representing your race?" Old Bird looked up.
"Yes. I prepared for your arrival and came alone."
"As have I. The extra ships are empty." Old Bird seems to grin and
both walk to the inside of the ship. "We will discuss the terms in
here."
'Something doesn't feel right. But, against my better judgement, I
believe that the planet trade will no longer attack us. This is too
easy...they're leaving us alone...'
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"EH?!?!?" Gul'Gen looks at the document again. "QUARANTINED?! How?"
Artic turns around.
"Do you know where Aran is now?" Gul'Gen looks up.
"She's at Chauda Station, fighting off an X...oh no...you're not
putting us under quarantine because of the X, are you?! This is..is-"
Artic moves to the desk.
"Our only option. Two of our test subjects for a genome project were
infected by these 'X' parasites and died ten hours later. Yet the
most bizzare thing happened. The parasites then merged with each other
and mimiced the bodies that they infected, as though nothing ever
happened. But when our soldiers came to exterminate them, they could
not. The mimiced bodies were destroyed, but the parasites just infected
the soldiers instead! What is going on in your galaxy is a threat to
our business of clearing planets off for sale! We've put you under
quarantine and need a Federation representative to make it official, so
would you please sign that document...and leave my ship." Gul'Gen
looked at Artic with fury, but that was all that he could do. Artic,
however, dared not attack, in case Gul'Gen was a clone of the X. (He
wasn't.) Gul'Gen signed the document and walked away, leaving the ships
to fly off into space. He looked to the ground and sighed.
'Why? Samus -will- destroy the X...I know it. Not one parasite will
remain. After that, I'll...I'll...no...I'm getting mad for no reason.'
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Ridley and the others, although having taken a beating, left Karru
Station, partly dissatisfied, but thoroughly enjoying the prospect of a
treaty that blocked them from the planet trade...but a different foe was
soon to come. The X themselves, seeking more weapons against the
Metroids.
It was apparent that now Samus was even more perfect than the X had
thought. She could destroy -them- as well as the Metroids. But if
they had an army of humans or others, would they stand a chance?
The X were afraid. The Queen was loose, and now the one that they
were going to throw away after she was used was now their greatest
threat.
Samus might have had a bone to pick with the X, but some of the X
have a bone to pick with someone else...
It had been two days since Samus had gone to Chauda Station. Why
hadn't she come back yet? There was no response from the station,
either. Keaton's suspicions that Royce was telling the truth, and
that a plot to use and/or destroy Samus was afoot on SR388 was set
aside momentarily after she came into his office wearing an odd new
Power Suit. It was aqua green with patches of yellow, and looked
really rubbery from the texture of it. Other attacks from lifeforms
recently dubbed 'X' were being reported in several areas of B.S.L.
jurisdiction. Chauda was at the highest risk and no one knew what
was happening there. Keaton had received word that Chauda had
suffered an explosion inside the Quarantine Bay an hour ago, and that
Samus was ready for action again. He had sent her two days ago,
moments after that report. Still no word from Samus or the NavCom AI,
Adam Malkovich. He was tempted to send Houston or Ridley, but they
would be more hindrance than help. Samus was now immune to the X,
whereas the other two weren't. He decided to call them in and send
them on a different mission after the back of his mind had nagged him
enough times to send them away so that they wouldn't catch a bad drift
of what was going on.
When Houston and Ridley arrived, he didn't expect Royce or The Kefka to
be with either of them, but both were there, too. It was like Samus
had gathered her own posse of team members and yet she had to go alone
on this mission, just like twice before she had to go alone.
"Now...I suppose you've all gathered here to ask me about Samus, but I
have other plans for you aside of being interrogators. She -will-
return from her mission, it is just that she hasn't yet." Kefka
uncrosses her arms and lets her billowing red and green (with yellow
trim) robes slowly wave back and forth.
"Windbag, cut to the chase." This didn't strike Keaton as an insult
at all. Kefka was worse than Ridley when it came to starting (or even
finishing) an argument. He had to let it be or else the mission would
turn into stopping Kefka from blowing Keaton's head off with a spell.
Yet Kefka was never one to stay mad for long, turning vengeance into a
silly joke that only the person she was mad at becomes white as a ghost
toward.
"Yes, well..." Keaton clears his throat and hands Houston a folder.
"Your mission is inside that. I'll say this only once. Your
destination is Karru Station." Houston looks up and drops the folder.
"B-but, Keaton...that's...that's a base of the planet trade!" Keaton
looks at some other papers.
"Oh? Afraid of a few Icers, are we? You do know that they want to
attack two of our closest allies, the Chozo and Torizo, so that they
can do what the Space Pirates couldn't as well as have twelve planets
ready for selling to -anyone-? It's all in that folder. You're to
report to Hardy for your incognito...and, Kefka..."
"Hm?" Keaton looks up from the papers at Kefka.
"Don't go with them, you're too well-known." Kefka frowns and
disappears while Houston, Ridley, and Royce head off to Hardy.
They receive a few weird-looking outfits, like armor, and are
escorted to the docking bay. Hardy takes the time on the elevator to
tell them about the information.
"We've been hearing about this attack for some time now, and think that
the planet trade will act soon. They want to catch the Federation off
guard, but we know that they're dumber than Space Pirates. Stronger,
yes, but dumber. And I'm going with you guys, too. They're pretty
extreme with the martial arts for some of them...especially the elites.
The Ginyus you don't need to watch out for. They're easy to spot,
anyway. They have a symbol on their armor...and they goof off a lot
more than I do." Houston looked at what he was wearing and saw a
symbol on his armor.
"Hardy...you've -got- to be joking...I'm not gonna be up to that kind
of snuff." Ridley laughs at Houston and taunts that he's gotta act
like a Ginyu Force member. Posing, acting stupid, and looking all-
around weird.
"Okay...Houston, you -do- know how to goof off, as well as be serious,
right? Can you strike a pose for me?" Houston almost trips at Hardy's
question. His face goes to an extremly psychotic look as he points to
his head and himself.
"ME?! POSE?! YOU'VE GOTTA BE JOKING!!!" Hardy claps.
"That's -PERFECT-!! You've got the absurdity and everything!" Houston
looks at Hardy, bewildered. He was just recently about to throttle
Hardy, and now he's being congratulated? This was gonna be one weird
job...no doubt of that.
-----------------------
Karru Station. Not a worse place in the boundaries of the Milky Way
existed. Not even, much to certain people's ironies, the capital planet
of the region, Freiza. Several sectors of the station were rendered
offline and unusable by countless battles between the planet trade and
the Torizo for this station. The battles for Karru ended when the
Kihunters approached Earth for a final battle with the Federation. The
planet trade had thought that the Chozo and Torizo, although reunited,
was heavily weakened by the Pirates, the Kihunters, and Laguna Ater's
stint with the Pirates on Acuar. That was the first error. The
second was that 'Federation spies' had caught wind of the genocide plot.
And the members of the planet trade were ready for another attack. That
never came, but a few new faces, including a Ginyu named Armstrong A.
Houston, had arrived.
What was left of the station was extremely red-light and crime riddled.
The Ginyus never cared about anything except striking terror with
ridiculous flair into their objectives. So their time was spent training,
posing, and goofing off. Houston was trying to picture a pose that would
make people think that the Ginyus were utterly stupid. Not that there
weren't people who already thought that. Almost everyone was already
convinced that Ginyu Special Forces meant a bunch of super-powered
retards. Yet for some odd reason they were like Hardy, they always came
through.
Hardy had other plans. His first objective? Find a Subway restaurant
that didn't have a ho obsessed with scoring a fat person. He was scared
of this place sometimes, wondering why he came here. But then he saw a
familiar face...or rather, familiar rotundness. At almost one and one-
half times Hardy's width was a man in a green army general uniform. His
head was bald on the top, with brown hair that reached his shoulders and
a brown beard slightly mottled with gray that reached to the bottom of
his neck. He turned around to face Hardy.
"Master Heidegger?" The fatter man than Hardy lets out a weird laugh.
"Gya, ha, ha! So, what brings you here, Hardy? You want to finish your
training? Heard you whooped a Ginyu AND Ridley. You won't need much
more coaching, if I say so myself." Hardy looks down.
"Can I speak to you somewhere private?" Heidegger shook his head.
"No. Ginyus all over the place ready to attack the Chozos. Tell you
what. We'll find a restaurant and talk there. It's not private, but
a lot of the planet trade soldiers are lazier than your police. They
won't pay much heed." They walk inside of a rather decent-looking cafe,
if it weren't for the lack of lighting inside it. They could barely
see, and it seemed like the perfect place to talk about something in
private, since the Elite 5 of the Ginyu Forces were always being too
loud to hear anything but themselves. They were up on and near a well-
lit stage, performing for a crowd, comedy and karaoke.
The crowd was enjoying themselves, thinking that these five were better
off without their best employer, Freiza. That Icer was in the crowd,
too, but just staring amusedly until Hardy and Heidegger walked inside.
Freiza wanted to have nothing fishy going on, and they're sitting in the
near-darkness was enough to count as fishy for him. Heidegger had made
a motion for Hardy to keep quiet, as he had picked onto Freiza sensing
them. Sure enough, Freiza was soon standing by their table.
"You boys don't mind if you would watch our performers a little closer,
do you? I'm uncomfortable when people keep their distance from me."
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Royce, Ridley, and Houston were looking everywhere for Hardy. They had
no clue where he was, and the Scouter that Houston was given (standard
Ginyu Force equipment) wasn't helping much, as he didn't know what
Hardy's energy signature was in the first place. He did find out how he
measured up to a lot of the planet trade warriors that wanted to pick on
the new guy, but after telling them what his readings were, they ran
away. He even made seven other Ginyus laugh with his new pose. They
thought that it fitted Houston well, as he seemed humorously psychotic
around them. Royce was always sensing Hardy close by, but never to an
exact point, and Ridley kept on stopping in front of the cafe where
Hardy was at.
After picking up a whiff of burritos, (Hardy's favorite food) he also
started to feel uneasy. He peeked inside and his usual red skin drained
to pink. He turned back outside and stuttered uncontrollably.
"F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-Freiza i-i-is t-t-talki-talking t-to H-h-Har-dy..."
Royce looked inside and turned to face Ridley.
"So what's the big deal? I'll just squeeze the moron's hand and suck
his energy dry." Houston looks inside and gets grabbed by a tall,
Frankenstein-like man with red hair.
"You're da' thud puhson who's peeked inside tha' door. Do ya' want in
or out?" Houston looks over to the others at the stage. Show-off time.
"Uh...uh...in!" The man shakes Houston's hand.
"Great! Name's Recoome!" Recoome lets go and steps back. "What's
yours?" Houston got the idea from the step back and does his
introductory pose ending with the squatting psycho-face that Hardy
had congratulated him for.
"HOUSTON!!!" Recoome cracks a grin like he's about to burst into
laughter.
"Whoa, dat's a weird pose. I'll bet ya get a lot of people laughing
at ya. Hey, why not try a comedy routine? Or sing?" Houston walks
up to the stage.
"I'll sing." Recoome looks up.
"JEICE! BURTER! Hand over the mike!"
"We were done anyway...only got a 35 on that duet. Psh, thing's
broken." An orange skinned man says partly upset in a heavy Aussie
accent.
"Ozzy, please. Perry Mason." The music starts. Houston clears his
throat as Freiza looks over and says that his favorite song is
playing. Houston starts to sing the lyrics in a voice that none of
the Ginyus had heard before. It sounded too good for a karaoke stint.
Ridley and Royce came in while Houston was singing and it seemed like
a bit more attention than that was being pulled.
After the song ended the score was tallied and Houston got an 85.
Freiza was clapping at this performance. Unless the song was an
Icer Acid, Frieza almost always scored below 10. This distraction was
the moment that Hardy and Heidegger had waited for, and Royce and Ridley
took the time to sit by them both, also.
"Master, can I ask for your help? The Federation is going to fight, and
if I know my instincts, Freiza will be with them to literally blow up
any resistance. I know that you're strong, light-years stronger than
Freiza, and our weapons aren't enough." Heidegger rubs his beard, and
then laughs.
"Gya, ha, ha, haa! Hardy, the reason why I came here was to buy a planet
for Shinra, but this must have been fate. I never expected to see you
again, and I never expected you to ask. Buuut...my answer is..."
"Yes?"
"No." Hardy almost stands up and Ridley begins to stumble backwards.
"NO?! How?!" Heidegger looks at Hardy.
"Did you bother to check customs reports before leaving?"
"Uh..." Heidegger glares.
"Gul'Gen has left for Planet Tallon 7, the current capital of the Chozo
Union. He's going to wait for the Emperor."
"Emperor?" Heidegger looks up in exhaustion and leans back.
"Don't they teach you history? Emperor Artic of the Icers. Freiza's
grandfather. He's the one who is supervising this attack. He's as
pacifist as the Chozo used to be since the Gennom cost the Icers a
war from attrition. His men want to creep into the Federation for
selling planets, but he's got other plans. An Iron Curtain Treaty."
Hardy understood what this meant. Iron Curtain treaties meant that
both sides totally isolated themselves from each other to avoid
confict from even starting. "If Gul'Gen can get to Artic for the
talks, then not a single soldier from either side attacks. That's why
I'm not helping you. Until then, though..."
'This is rather anti-climatic for the scenario...' Royce thought.
"Let's raise some HAVOC!!!" Heidegger lifts up the table and throws it
over Ridley at the stage, where Houston dives away and it hits Captain
Ginyu, knocking him out cold. Houston clobbers Jeice and Burter with
the microphone that he was still holding and then throws it at Recoome,
who gets hit between the eyes and falls over. Houston starts on the
crowd of soldiers and various other brawlers, some of them sent flying
by Houston's fists of fury.
"I was wondering when we were gonna fight!" Ridley looks at Hardy,
excitedly. He starts to swing his tail madly into the crowd, while
Freiza runs after Heidegger outside the restaurant.
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Gul'Gen stands outside in a barren, empty space. Alone, he waited for
Emperor Artic. Three IcsAucer ships land a few hundred feet away.
Out of the doors of the frontward one stood a tall and ancient-looking
Icer. He came forward to Gul'Gen at a walking pace that, due to his
stature, was fast, even for walking. He stops and looks down at the
tiny ancient-looking Chozo.
"Are you Gul'Gen? The leader of the Chozo Union and member of the
Federation Senate representing your race?" Old Bird looked up.
"Yes. I prepared for your arrival and came alone."
"As have I. The extra ships are empty." Old Bird seems to grin and
both walk to the inside of the ship. "We will discuss the terms in
here."
'Something doesn't feel right. But, against my better judgement, I
believe that the planet trade will no longer attack us. This is too
easy...they're leaving us alone...'
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"EH?!?!?" Gul'Gen looks at the document again. "QUARANTINED?! How?"
Artic turns around.
"Do you know where Aran is now?" Gul'Gen looks up.
"She's at Chauda Station, fighting off an X...oh no...you're not
putting us under quarantine because of the X, are you?! This is..is-"
Artic moves to the desk.
"Our only option. Two of our test subjects for a genome project were
infected by these 'X' parasites and died ten hours later. Yet the
most bizzare thing happened. The parasites then merged with each other
and mimiced the bodies that they infected, as though nothing ever
happened. But when our soldiers came to exterminate them, they could
not. The mimiced bodies were destroyed, but the parasites just infected
the soldiers instead! What is going on in your galaxy is a threat to
our business of clearing planets off for sale! We've put you under
quarantine and need a Federation representative to make it official, so
would you please sign that document...and leave my ship." Gul'Gen
looked at Artic with fury, but that was all that he could do. Artic,
however, dared not attack, in case Gul'Gen was a clone of the X. (He
wasn't.) Gul'Gen signed the document and walked away, leaving the ships
to fly off into space. He looked to the ground and sighed.
'Why? Samus -will- destroy the X...I know it. Not one parasite will
remain. After that, I'll...I'll...no...I'm getting mad for no reason.'
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Ridley and the others, although having taken a beating, left Karru
Station, partly dissatisfied, but thoroughly enjoying the prospect of a
treaty that blocked them from the planet trade...but a different foe was
soon to come. The X themselves, seeking more weapons against the
Metroids.
It was apparent that now Samus was even more perfect than the X had
thought. She could destroy -them- as well as the Metroids. But if
they had an army of humans or others, would they stand a chance?
The X were afraid. The Queen was loose, and now the one that they
were going to throw away after she was used was now their greatest
threat.
Samus might have had a bone to pick with the X, but some of the X
have a bone to pick with someone else...