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*Author's Notes: All right. here it is: my first fan fic. I never thought I would be doing this. to tell the truth, I just had a creative click in my brain and randomly started writing this. please R&R. send all criticism, flames and, godwilling, praises to me via e-mail. I'll gladly read them all. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it. and sorry for any typos, I'm too lazy to spell check.
The Warning
A face in the darkness. Familiar, but foreign at the same time. is it a face? or is it a symbol? a signal? a warning of things to come. it seems to have an aura, like a blur given to the air by heat, surrounds it. The Face is black, very black, if it wasn't for the aura, it wouldn't be seen at all. it looks as if it is alive, but it looks metallic. What is it? And then, after what seems like hours, a voice is heard, a voice that pierces the soul with a sound like a frozen nail. it speaks:
"That which is linked to the soul of the reborn shall not be permitted to survive." there is a long pause. "I am coming, and my ascendance will hail the ascendance of Kabraxis, And all shall succumb to the wrath and the fury, of the Worm."
Samus Aran woke screaming. she had no idea where she was or even why she was screaming as if Death itself had touched her in her sleep-wait. Death did touch her, she realized. and slowly, her dream began to come back to her. The face, the voice, the...the prophecy, whatever the hell it meant. She decided it would be safer to not disregard that dream as a normal dream, but for now, since she would not be able to travel back to the vicinity of the land of sleep she thought she may as wake up fully. She checked her clock by her bed; 05:37. Jesus, I haven't been awake this early for months. She turned on the light and suffered the momentary discomfort known to those used to the dark and made her way to the bathroom. After she had washed up and got dressed she walked to the command deck.
"It still amazes me how enormous this place is," she said aloud to herself, as she does frequently. Samus now resides in an unusually well- armed class III Blade Freighter. And while it is easily not the biggest ship in the galaxy, it will do wonders to the person accustomed to living an a relatively small gun ship. The ship's name when it was given to her was Archon and she decided to keep it because she didn't want to go through all the red tape in order to get the name reregistered under a different title. The ship was given to her by the galactic federation, or GF after the second war on Zebes "in case the need should arise for you to defend yourself." However, she knew that it was more of a present for her services to the galaxy than for her protection.
It was now seven months since the last mission, the so-called "Zebes War II," that resulted in the death of the mother brain, and the metroid hatchling which Samus was beginning to grow a bond with. She left Ridley the fire dragon out of her mental obituary because he simply never dies. She figured that he faked his death somehow and is living it up on some molten planet quite smug with himself for being excused of all charges on account of his "death." Samus stopped herself quickly, she often got carried away in her bitterness and hatred for the skeletal beast. She had been living on her freighter for the past seven months cut off from civilization. She was tired of people and living things in general. Samus was spending her time in the Delta quadrant of the galaxy. Devoid of intelligent life, it is the wasteland of the galaxy. She was enjoying the solitude so much that it began to frighten her. The Hunter often thought she would turn into a hermit if she kept this isolation up.
The alarms sounded. The alarms on her ship sound for only two reasons: 1. There is a major problem concerning the ship. 2. The Galactic Federation has been threatened by attack.
"What's the problem?" Samus shouted.
"A fully hostile Clectian Transport freighter is attacking GF Flag ship," Chimed the ship's synthetic AI voice.
"Do you have it's coordinates?"
"Affirmative"
"Set a coarse to it's location immediately!"
"Affirmative"
"And stop saying "affirmative" to everything I say!"
"Affirmative"
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Jack Owens quickly got dressed and threw on his body armor and loaded his assault rifle and pistol ran out to see what the hell was going on. When he stepped out of his quarters he found the corridors of the GF flagship Corona completely deserted. What in the name of god? He thought. He attempted to take a step and nearly slipped. The floor was wet and slippery, and as Owens noticed this he looked down only to see that he was standing in a pool of dark blood. Before he could even scream Owens saw something else that was even more terrifying: Directly in front of him a monster materialized. It was the most grotesque creature he had ever seen. it was tall and thick and it's skin seemed to be splitting and melting off of it at certain points. Where there was no skin a blue, glowing ooze-like flesh seemed to be bursting from within. It was smeared with blood. The vaguely humanoid beast had tentacles sprouting from a dozen spots of it's body, all of them made of that glowing blue flesh. where it's arms should have been there were two scythe-like blades. And the face was the most horrible. It looked like it had two expressions. It's humanoid terror twisted into it's "eyes" and "mouth" and it's new beast-like side a raging furious hunger. Owens did not waste any time looking at this thing. he fired about a dozen rounds from his .45 caliber lead projectile firing rife. The bullets tore it's face and body to shreds. Then it roared in fury; the wounds didn't seemed to phase it in the least. Owens frantically emptied the rest of his magazine into the monstrosity and practically turned it's head and chest into donuts. The creature finally went down.
Owens only took a minute to think, knowing that there were probably more out there. That thing looked like a Clectian, he thought. Clectians were tall, gray humanoid creatures that were in close alliance with the Galactic federation. But that was definitely not a Clectian. What did all that to it? Some sort of new Clectian disease, maybe? Owens is a security soldier of the flagship. There are security guards, but the GF always keeps soldiers on board their flagships just in case something major happens. He was tall, had short dark brown hair and one blue and one green eye. he'd only met one other person that had that particular eye anomaly, but she died in his arms after a space pirate shot her in the back. Her name was Lorraine and it's safe to say that he loved her. But since then he has known no love, or much happiness for that matter. The pirates had turned him into a hardened warrior. And now, it looks like that aspect of himself may come in handy.
He heard screams down ha hallway to his left, and he ran at full tilt to meet them while reloading his weapon. He entered the mess hall were he witnessed the first warzone he'd seen for three years. Owens saw nine of his men fighting off what looked like dozens of the mutant-Clectians. They all looked different, and some could even send waves what looked to him like plasma through the ground by touching their tentacles to the floor. he ran to the side of one of his comrades.
"Need some help, Billy?" Owens shouts into his friend's ear.
"Where the hell have you been jack?"
"Do you know how many people have died on this ship?" Asked Owens as he mowed down a mutant.
"We are all that's left, Owens," as Billy swooped his hand over the now seven soldiers fighting for their lives. "The rest are all dead, we were slaughtered, Jack."
"Holy shit," Owens said, more to himself than Billy.
Owens watched as he and his men killed dozens of the mutants and as they kept pouring into the mess hall. This is hopeless, he thought to himself. There were four humans left in the room now, and soon they would be out of ammo. And what's worse, the mutant's were growing smarter: They were ducking behind tables and corpses of their comrades for cover and weren't suicidally rushing the soldiers. Suddenly, Owens heard an ear-splitting screech behind him and turned to watch as a mutant dropped from the ceiling right in front of Billy. Owens fired three rounds into the beast and ran out of ammo. Billy seemed to have frozen in shock. Owens watched in horror as the mutant impaled his best friend trough the chest and was spattered with his warm blood. Billy was screaming now and frantically firing his weapon. the mutant cut off his futile attack by crushing his head like a melon with one of it's tentacles. In a blind rage, Owens took a baseball swing at the creatures face with the butt of his rifle. The creature retaliated similarly by hitting him across the face with the blunt side of his scythe. Owens was the only person left now, and the mutants knew it. They took a moment to revel in their victory, and then the mutant that had murdered Billy stepped toward Owens who was reeling from the creature's blow to his head and was now on the verge of blacking out. The creature seemed to laugh in a low, horrible voice and raised his scythe to deliver the final blow. There was a loud crack and a buzzing sound and Owens forced his eyes open; the mutant was now missing it's upper torso. It fell backward and as the other creature ran over and by him to the other side of the room. He thought he saw a glimpse of something shiny and metallic in the doorway before he lost consciousness.
*Author's Notes: All right. here it is: my first fan fic. I never thought I would be doing this. to tell the truth, I just had a creative click in my brain and randomly started writing this. please R&R. send all criticism, flames and, godwilling, praises to me via e-mail. I'll gladly read them all. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it. and sorry for any typos, I'm too lazy to spell check.
The Warning
A face in the darkness. Familiar, but foreign at the same time. is it a face? or is it a symbol? a signal? a warning of things to come. it seems to have an aura, like a blur given to the air by heat, surrounds it. The Face is black, very black, if it wasn't for the aura, it wouldn't be seen at all. it looks as if it is alive, but it looks metallic. What is it? And then, after what seems like hours, a voice is heard, a voice that pierces the soul with a sound like a frozen nail. it speaks:
"That which is linked to the soul of the reborn shall not be permitted to survive." there is a long pause. "I am coming, and my ascendance will hail the ascendance of Kabraxis, And all shall succumb to the wrath and the fury, of the Worm."
Samus Aran woke screaming. she had no idea where she was or even why she was screaming as if Death itself had touched her in her sleep-wait. Death did touch her, she realized. and slowly, her dream began to come back to her. The face, the voice, the...the prophecy, whatever the hell it meant. She decided it would be safer to not disregard that dream as a normal dream, but for now, since she would not be able to travel back to the vicinity of the land of sleep she thought she may as wake up fully. She checked her clock by her bed; 05:37. Jesus, I haven't been awake this early for months. She turned on the light and suffered the momentary discomfort known to those used to the dark and made her way to the bathroom. After she had washed up and got dressed she walked to the command deck.
"It still amazes me how enormous this place is," she said aloud to herself, as she does frequently. Samus now resides in an unusually well- armed class III Blade Freighter. And while it is easily not the biggest ship in the galaxy, it will do wonders to the person accustomed to living an a relatively small gun ship. The ship's name when it was given to her was Archon and she decided to keep it because she didn't want to go through all the red tape in order to get the name reregistered under a different title. The ship was given to her by the galactic federation, or GF after the second war on Zebes "in case the need should arise for you to defend yourself." However, she knew that it was more of a present for her services to the galaxy than for her protection.
It was now seven months since the last mission, the so-called "Zebes War II," that resulted in the death of the mother brain, and the metroid hatchling which Samus was beginning to grow a bond with. She left Ridley the fire dragon out of her mental obituary because he simply never dies. She figured that he faked his death somehow and is living it up on some molten planet quite smug with himself for being excused of all charges on account of his "death." Samus stopped herself quickly, she often got carried away in her bitterness and hatred for the skeletal beast. She had been living on her freighter for the past seven months cut off from civilization. She was tired of people and living things in general. Samus was spending her time in the Delta quadrant of the galaxy. Devoid of intelligent life, it is the wasteland of the galaxy. She was enjoying the solitude so much that it began to frighten her. The Hunter often thought she would turn into a hermit if she kept this isolation up.
The alarms sounded. The alarms on her ship sound for only two reasons: 1. There is a major problem concerning the ship. 2. The Galactic Federation has been threatened by attack.
"What's the problem?" Samus shouted.
"A fully hostile Clectian Transport freighter is attacking GF Flag ship," Chimed the ship's synthetic AI voice.
"Do you have it's coordinates?"
"Affirmative"
"Set a coarse to it's location immediately!"
"Affirmative"
"And stop saying "affirmative" to everything I say!"
"Affirmative"
**********************************************
Jack Owens quickly got dressed and threw on his body armor and loaded his assault rifle and pistol ran out to see what the hell was going on. When he stepped out of his quarters he found the corridors of the GF flagship Corona completely deserted. What in the name of god? He thought. He attempted to take a step and nearly slipped. The floor was wet and slippery, and as Owens noticed this he looked down only to see that he was standing in a pool of dark blood. Before he could even scream Owens saw something else that was even more terrifying: Directly in front of him a monster materialized. It was the most grotesque creature he had ever seen. it was tall and thick and it's skin seemed to be splitting and melting off of it at certain points. Where there was no skin a blue, glowing ooze-like flesh seemed to be bursting from within. It was smeared with blood. The vaguely humanoid beast had tentacles sprouting from a dozen spots of it's body, all of them made of that glowing blue flesh. where it's arms should have been there were two scythe-like blades. And the face was the most horrible. It looked like it had two expressions. It's humanoid terror twisted into it's "eyes" and "mouth" and it's new beast-like side a raging furious hunger. Owens did not waste any time looking at this thing. he fired about a dozen rounds from his .45 caliber lead projectile firing rife. The bullets tore it's face and body to shreds. Then it roared in fury; the wounds didn't seemed to phase it in the least. Owens frantically emptied the rest of his magazine into the monstrosity and practically turned it's head and chest into donuts. The creature finally went down.
Owens only took a minute to think, knowing that there were probably more out there. That thing looked like a Clectian, he thought. Clectians were tall, gray humanoid creatures that were in close alliance with the Galactic federation. But that was definitely not a Clectian. What did all that to it? Some sort of new Clectian disease, maybe? Owens is a security soldier of the flagship. There are security guards, but the GF always keeps soldiers on board their flagships just in case something major happens. He was tall, had short dark brown hair and one blue and one green eye. he'd only met one other person that had that particular eye anomaly, but she died in his arms after a space pirate shot her in the back. Her name was Lorraine and it's safe to say that he loved her. But since then he has known no love, or much happiness for that matter. The pirates had turned him into a hardened warrior. And now, it looks like that aspect of himself may come in handy.
He heard screams down ha hallway to his left, and he ran at full tilt to meet them while reloading his weapon. He entered the mess hall were he witnessed the first warzone he'd seen for three years. Owens saw nine of his men fighting off what looked like dozens of the mutant-Clectians. They all looked different, and some could even send waves what looked to him like plasma through the ground by touching their tentacles to the floor. he ran to the side of one of his comrades.
"Need some help, Billy?" Owens shouts into his friend's ear.
"Where the hell have you been jack?"
"Do you know how many people have died on this ship?" Asked Owens as he mowed down a mutant.
"We are all that's left, Owens," as Billy swooped his hand over the now seven soldiers fighting for their lives. "The rest are all dead, we were slaughtered, Jack."
"Holy shit," Owens said, more to himself than Billy.
Owens watched as he and his men killed dozens of the mutants and as they kept pouring into the mess hall. This is hopeless, he thought to himself. There were four humans left in the room now, and soon they would be out of ammo. And what's worse, the mutant's were growing smarter: They were ducking behind tables and corpses of their comrades for cover and weren't suicidally rushing the soldiers. Suddenly, Owens heard an ear-splitting screech behind him and turned to watch as a mutant dropped from the ceiling right in front of Billy. Owens fired three rounds into the beast and ran out of ammo. Billy seemed to have frozen in shock. Owens watched in horror as the mutant impaled his best friend trough the chest and was spattered with his warm blood. Billy was screaming now and frantically firing his weapon. the mutant cut off his futile attack by crushing his head like a melon with one of it's tentacles. In a blind rage, Owens took a baseball swing at the creatures face with the butt of his rifle. The creature retaliated similarly by hitting him across the face with the blunt side of his scythe. Owens was the only person left now, and the mutants knew it. They took a moment to revel in their victory, and then the mutant that had murdered Billy stepped toward Owens who was reeling from the creature's blow to his head and was now on the verge of blacking out. The creature seemed to laugh in a low, horrible voice and raised his scythe to deliver the final blow. There was a loud crack and a buzzing sound and Owens forced his eyes open; the mutant was now missing it's upper torso. It fell backward and as the other creature ran over and by him to the other side of the room. He thought he saw a glimpse of something shiny and metallic in the doorway before he lost consciousness.
