"You want to do WHAT?"
Lana remembered her mother's reaction to when she told her she wanted to become a soldier in the Galactic Federation's Military. Lana had finally served her duty, and left the Federation to become a lone soldier after two years of service. She had just arrived at the spaceport on Waandar, and was already boarding her sleek, bright red starhopper, which she affectionately called Fireball.
"Lana Aran, you are clear for lift-off," came the static-riddled voice on the other end of her radio transmitter when Lana sat down in her chair in the control deck.
Lana quickly flipped a few switches and pulled a few more gears and shifts. "I'm ready to lift-off," Lana replied.
"You're clear to go," said the voice on the radio.
The thrusters on the Fireball ignited and let loose with a roar of flames. The black night sky on Waandar sparkled with stars as the Fireball raced into them with a flickering flash.
Once in the void of outer space, Lana took a glance at the sheet of paper, which she had found in Samus' package. After taking off her shirt and putting the Fireball's onboard computer on autopilot, Lana began to study the paper more thoroughly. Lana scratched the part of her left ribs that were underneath the strap of her bra and muttered, "Grandma, you sure did have a way of getting yourself into trouble…"
Lana sighed, kicked off her boots and socks and rested her feet on the dashboard of the steering deck. Lana took the package she found in Samus' old helmet and opened it up again. Stuffing the paper she held back inside the box, Lana pulled out another one and began to read.
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Kraid was a gigantic monster. I'm lucky I barely managed to defeat that bloated demon. For some reason though, he and his friend Ridley somehow managed to resurrect themselves whenever I had killed them. Don't ask me how they did it! They just wouldn't stay dead! I've lost count how many times I've killed Ridley now… I think I lost it when I counted twenty or so… Or was it seventeen for Kraid…? Strangely, whenever those goons showed up, they were usually in ties with the Mother Brain (Or some other form of the pink jar-blob). I figure that somehow, the Mother Brain can resurrect itself, as well as anyone else it chooses. Of course, it's just a theory…
Although I have yet to see Phantoon, Draygon and Crocomire again, I figure that Ridley and Kraid were the only two that Mother Brain decided were worth its while. Strangely, I have not seen either of the aliens for thirty years… perhaps I have finally destroyed them…?
-
Lana reached for a mug of coffee on the counter beside the steering helm, when a sudden violent pitch of the ship nearly threw her out of her seat. The lighting of the ship turned a dark red and sirens blared all over the ship. Lana scrambled out of her seat and raced to the small monitor on the side-helm. The words "WARNING: HULL DAMAGE" flew across the screen. "Shit!" Lana screamed to herself. Suddenly, Lana's wristwatch bleeped. Lana looked at it, "WARNING: HULL FAILURE IN 00:01:34.28."
Lana raced down the small corridor of the Fireball and punched the control panel on a nearby container closet. With a whirr of churning gears, the door split open, revealing a golden suit of space armor. The red helmet and the red chest of the armor was the only part of the armor that gave it color. It was a battle suit, the old armor of Samus Aran.
Lana glanced at her wristwatch. "HULL FAILURE IN 00:00:44," it read. Lana quickly pressed a small red button attached to the side of the arm cannon of the suit, and it instantly split open down the middle. Lana speedily rested her body inside the suit as the armor closed back together; encasing Lana in it's metal.
Lana stepped out of the closet in her armor just as her wristwatch bleeped. Instantly a rush of air swept through the halls of the Fireball.
She heard voices shouting from within the corridor, coming from the storage containers of the Fireball.
Lana dashed to the storage container section of her ship, where she saw five grotesque red human-like ant creatures, each sporting large compound eyes, a large pair of mandibles, a set of antennae and two pairs of thin clear wings. Three of them were at one of the large metallic storage containers holding the container, while the other two were trying to pry the lid open with their large clawed fingers. There was a large hole in the ceiling of the hull, probably from where the insectoids came in. "Hold it right there!" Lana ordered the creatures.
The human-like insects jolted at Lana's voice and spun around. "Oh shit!" one yelped, "Samus Aran!"
One other insectoid turned to the first one who cried out. "You idiot! That can't be her! She's supposed to be dead!"
"Missing," said a third.
"Shut up!" barked the second.
"What the hell are you doing in my ship?" Lana demanded, aiming her arm cannon at the gang of intruders.
The largest of the bunch hastily stepped in front of the large container, which they were trying to open. "We are merely a small unit of humble space pirates," answered the insectoid. "May I ask whom you are?"
"Aran. Lana Aran," Lana replied, charging her energy cannon, "Now get the hell off my ship!"
"Shit! Aran! She's an Aran!" the smallest insectoid squeaked. "I'm getting' the fuck outta' here!" With that, the insectoid fluttered his wings and sped out of the hole of the hull, back into the voids of space.
"What are you doing here?" Lana demanded again.
"Looking for any valuables of value," replied the large insectoid casually.
"Then why didn't you just ask?" Lana asked calmly.
The insectoid on the larger insect's right shrugged. "Okay," he said, "can we?"
Suddenly, Lana fired a blast of plasma energy from her arm cannon, which sped into the insectoid who asked her, instantly turning him to space ashes, which were promptly sucked out of the hole in the hull and into the reaches of space. The other three insectoids tried to leap behind the large steel container for cover, but only the largest one managed to save himself from two more blasts. "The only thing you're getting from me is a trip to the Reaper," said Lana.
Lana walked over to the storage container, reached behind it, and pulled out the last remaining insectoid by the neck. Holding him to her helmet's visor, the insectoid began to squirm. "Don't kill me please!" he pleaded.
Lana caught an idea. "What do you know about energy generators?" She asked.
The insectoid blinked his large black eyes. "What kind?" he asked.
"Anything that can output more than, say, one million Uniwatts."
"One million!" The insectoid squealed, "Today's power generators can barely make a max of eighty-five thousand Uniwatts!"
"Not according to Samus Aran," Lana said, tightening her grip on the insectoid's throat, making him wheeze and gag. "Now do you know anything?"
The insectoid weakly nodded. "The pirates I work for… they're trying to build that kind of generator… real black market stuff…"
Lana released the insectoid, letting him drop to the ground awkwardly with a thud. "Take me there."
Lana remembered her mother's reaction to when she told her she wanted to become a soldier in the Galactic Federation's Military. Lana had finally served her duty, and left the Federation to become a lone soldier after two years of service. She had just arrived at the spaceport on Waandar, and was already boarding her sleek, bright red starhopper, which she affectionately called Fireball.
"Lana Aran, you are clear for lift-off," came the static-riddled voice on the other end of her radio transmitter when Lana sat down in her chair in the control deck.
Lana quickly flipped a few switches and pulled a few more gears and shifts. "I'm ready to lift-off," Lana replied.
"You're clear to go," said the voice on the radio.
The thrusters on the Fireball ignited and let loose with a roar of flames. The black night sky on Waandar sparkled with stars as the Fireball raced into them with a flickering flash.
Once in the void of outer space, Lana took a glance at the sheet of paper, which she had found in Samus' package. After taking off her shirt and putting the Fireball's onboard computer on autopilot, Lana began to study the paper more thoroughly. Lana scratched the part of her left ribs that were underneath the strap of her bra and muttered, "Grandma, you sure did have a way of getting yourself into trouble…"
Lana sighed, kicked off her boots and socks and rested her feet on the dashboard of the steering deck. Lana took the package she found in Samus' old helmet and opened it up again. Stuffing the paper she held back inside the box, Lana pulled out another one and began to read.
-
Kraid was a gigantic monster. I'm lucky I barely managed to defeat that bloated demon. For some reason though, he and his friend Ridley somehow managed to resurrect themselves whenever I had killed them. Don't ask me how they did it! They just wouldn't stay dead! I've lost count how many times I've killed Ridley now… I think I lost it when I counted twenty or so… Or was it seventeen for Kraid…? Strangely, whenever those goons showed up, they were usually in ties with the Mother Brain (Or some other form of the pink jar-blob). I figure that somehow, the Mother Brain can resurrect itself, as well as anyone else it chooses. Of course, it's just a theory…
Although I have yet to see Phantoon, Draygon and Crocomire again, I figure that Ridley and Kraid were the only two that Mother Brain decided were worth its while. Strangely, I have not seen either of the aliens for thirty years… perhaps I have finally destroyed them…?
-
Lana reached for a mug of coffee on the counter beside the steering helm, when a sudden violent pitch of the ship nearly threw her out of her seat. The lighting of the ship turned a dark red and sirens blared all over the ship. Lana scrambled out of her seat and raced to the small monitor on the side-helm. The words "WARNING: HULL DAMAGE" flew across the screen. "Shit!" Lana screamed to herself. Suddenly, Lana's wristwatch bleeped. Lana looked at it, "WARNING: HULL FAILURE IN 00:01:34.28."
Lana raced down the small corridor of the Fireball and punched the control panel on a nearby container closet. With a whirr of churning gears, the door split open, revealing a golden suit of space armor. The red helmet and the red chest of the armor was the only part of the armor that gave it color. It was a battle suit, the old armor of Samus Aran.
Lana glanced at her wristwatch. "HULL FAILURE IN 00:00:44," it read. Lana quickly pressed a small red button attached to the side of the arm cannon of the suit, and it instantly split open down the middle. Lana speedily rested her body inside the suit as the armor closed back together; encasing Lana in it's metal.
Lana stepped out of the closet in her armor just as her wristwatch bleeped. Instantly a rush of air swept through the halls of the Fireball.
She heard voices shouting from within the corridor, coming from the storage containers of the Fireball.
Lana dashed to the storage container section of her ship, where she saw five grotesque red human-like ant creatures, each sporting large compound eyes, a large pair of mandibles, a set of antennae and two pairs of thin clear wings. Three of them were at one of the large metallic storage containers holding the container, while the other two were trying to pry the lid open with their large clawed fingers. There was a large hole in the ceiling of the hull, probably from where the insectoids came in. "Hold it right there!" Lana ordered the creatures.
The human-like insects jolted at Lana's voice and spun around. "Oh shit!" one yelped, "Samus Aran!"
One other insectoid turned to the first one who cried out. "You idiot! That can't be her! She's supposed to be dead!"
"Missing," said a third.
"Shut up!" barked the second.
"What the hell are you doing in my ship?" Lana demanded, aiming her arm cannon at the gang of intruders.
The largest of the bunch hastily stepped in front of the large container, which they were trying to open. "We are merely a small unit of humble space pirates," answered the insectoid. "May I ask whom you are?"
"Aran. Lana Aran," Lana replied, charging her energy cannon, "Now get the hell off my ship!"
"Shit! Aran! She's an Aran!" the smallest insectoid squeaked. "I'm getting' the fuck outta' here!" With that, the insectoid fluttered his wings and sped out of the hole of the hull, back into the voids of space.
"What are you doing here?" Lana demanded again.
"Looking for any valuables of value," replied the large insectoid casually.
"Then why didn't you just ask?" Lana asked calmly.
The insectoid on the larger insect's right shrugged. "Okay," he said, "can we?"
Suddenly, Lana fired a blast of plasma energy from her arm cannon, which sped into the insectoid who asked her, instantly turning him to space ashes, which were promptly sucked out of the hole in the hull and into the reaches of space. The other three insectoids tried to leap behind the large steel container for cover, but only the largest one managed to save himself from two more blasts. "The only thing you're getting from me is a trip to the Reaper," said Lana.
Lana walked over to the storage container, reached behind it, and pulled out the last remaining insectoid by the neck. Holding him to her helmet's visor, the insectoid began to squirm. "Don't kill me please!" he pleaded.
Lana caught an idea. "What do you know about energy generators?" She asked.
The insectoid blinked his large black eyes. "What kind?" he asked.
"Anything that can output more than, say, one million Uniwatts."
"One million!" The insectoid squealed, "Today's power generators can barely make a max of eighty-five thousand Uniwatts!"
"Not according to Samus Aran," Lana said, tightening her grip on the insectoid's throat, making him wheeze and gag. "Now do you know anything?"
The insectoid weakly nodded. "The pirates I work for… they're trying to build that kind of generator… real black market stuff…"
Lana released the insectoid, letting him drop to the ground awkwardly with a thud. "Take me there."