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History

Samus could not believe what she saw in the mess hall of the flagship Corona. All through the corridors the ship was deserted, there wasn't a person to be seen. But now, in front of her, there were what looked like hundreds of corpses on the ground; some human, some not. She saw one human in the center of the room surrounded by horrible creatures that looked like mutated Clectians. One of them, standing in front of the man, was raising his blade-like forearm to deliver a fatal blow. At seeing this, Samus took no chances and fired a missile at the vile mutant; it exploded from the waist up. At that point, all of the other creatures in the room seemed to lose interest in the human and came charging at Samus. They slashed and burned and whipped her, but fortunately her chozo-made power suit was above those fairly minor attacks. using the cannon attached to her right arm, she switched to her spazer beam and slowly blew apart all of the mutants. However, even with the protection of her fully metallic suit and multiple energy tanks, the creatures were slowly wearing her down. It's like their numbers never end. She couldn't stand this much longer without taking a risk, and judging by the never ending stream monsters, it's a risk she was not willing to take. She made her way to the center of the room to the human she saw before. He wasn't moving, but he didn't look injured. Using the hydraulic muscle implants that were located at critical points in her suit, she hefted the man over her shoulder. But before she left, she was sure to say goodbye. She took a power bomb from her reserves, set the fuse for twenty seconds and ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. She began dashing for her ship, she new that the creatures would find her eventually and cut off her escape. She finally found the hanger bay number 4 and climbed into her trademark gunship. She lay the man on the floor and took the controls to her craft. After she punched in the order for the craft to automatically return to the Archon she pressed the button on her cannon that deactivates her suit. And in what looked like a puff of smoke and a small hissing sound, Samus Aran was human once again.
Owens was beginning to wake up again as Samus dragged his body through the corridors of the Archon. She threw him onto a chair on the command deck and took one for herself across from him.
"Who are you?" he managed to cough out.
"My name is Samus Aran, I saved you from being impaled by that mutant and carried you off the Corona. You are now on the Archon, my freighter."
"Your Samus Aran? But, but I--never mind...," said Owens tentatively.
"You thought I was a guy, didn't you?" Samus always enjoyed this little surprise and could not help smiling. Owens slowly nodded his head. Samus noticed his discomfort.
"I'm Jack Owens, and sorry if I offended you."
"No problem, I get it all the time. Listen, what do you know about those mutants?" She said.
"Not much, only that there was no end, and that they killed all my buddies."
"Was their any sign of intelligence?" Samus asked.
"After a while, yeah. They took cover and stuff."
"And stuff, huh? Was there any sign of... a hive mind maybe?" Samus almost seemed to have this rehearsed, like she knew what was going on but was trying to get confirmation from someone else.
"What?" was all Owens could say.
"A hive mind, you know, like they were all thinking the same thoughts at the same time."
"I...don't know. I was just trying to stay alive, I wasn't worried about what they were thinking...why?"
"Because I think I may know what's going on, and it's horrifying me," Samus blandly answered.
"You know what those things were?" Owens eyes grew larger.
"I have a hunch"
"Well WHAT?"
"Metroid Prime" Samus said. All Owens did was stare blankly at her.
"You mean that thing you killed way back on Talon IV?"
"I don't think I killed it. in fact, I fear I may have made it even stronger" Samus said while examining the floor.
"What do you mean?" Owens asked.
"When I fought and defeated it on Tallon IV, it was reduced to it's core form, which looked like a transparent blob with a red nucleus. I thought I had beaten it, but it still had one last ace. It sent out a tentacle and attached itself to me. But not like it wrapped it's tendril around my waist and pulled, it sent it's tentacle inside me and seemed to tug at my soul. I resisted it as hard as possible, and finally I pulled away, but the creature took my phazon suit with it into it's core. It became unstable, it started to seemingly explode and I ran out of the crater as fast as I could. You see, I thought that by it absorbing my phazon suit, it took more energy than it could handle, and detonated." She paused and took a remorseful breath of the synthetic air her ship formulates. "But I fear that my suit may have saved it, acted as a life- preserver and gave Prime something to hold onto. I fear that the "explosion" was merely the reaction of Prime taking a new form. I fear that it has fused itself with my phazon suit and is at full power once again. And now, I fear that he is forming an army for himself by corrupting other species like the Clectians to form mutants for his coming war."
Owen's just sat there, stunned with his mouth open. He didn't know much about Metroid Prime, but he knew that he was one badass monster, and if he got more powerful and is forming an army...
"So...what do we do now?" Owens asked.
"We?" Samus was smiling.
"Yeah, we. I just lost my job and witnessed my best friend brutally murdered. I've got a score to settle, and if you're going to try and stop Prime, which I'm sure you are, your going to have my help."
"I was hoping you'd feel that way. You seem like a good warrior, you fended off all those creatures without any substantial armor almost as long as I did."
"Well, what do we do now?" Owens repeated.
"Hold on, I got to make a phone call." Owens watched as Samus headed for the commlink in front of the captains chair as he tried in vain to clean the mass amounts of blood off of his body and clothes.
"Yeah, hi. It's been a while...heh, yeah...Well, it's back...No! Not the Mother Brain! Prime...Yeah I know...Well look...Hold on," she quickly glanced at her coordinates map. "Meet me at Gul 'Gen's place, All right?...All right?...Okay, outstanding... All right, see ya then...Okay...Bye." She switched off her commlink. Owens was about to ask who that was when Samus told him that it was an "old friend." Owens just nodded and went back to cleaning his face; it was now only smeared with blood and not dripping.
"So where are we going?" Owens asked hopefully.
"Brak-Hon, it's about ten minutes from here." Said Samus
"What's on Brak-Hon?"
"The last living Chozo I know of"
"CHOZO? We're going to see a Chozo?" Owens couldn't believe what he was hearing. The Chozo were an ancient race, very advanced in technology, and also, at least he thought, very extinct.
"Yes" Samus said simply.

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In about ten minutes they arrived at Brak-Hon an Samus took the Archon down in a clearing. It was an ugly, swampy planet. All the trees seemed dead and the sky was a sickly shade of gray. The two humans made their through the foul smelling swamp with Samus lead the way. Owens had no idea how she knew where she was going, everything looked the same to him. The swamp on Brak-Hon was a very creepy place. There was no life to be found except for two humans and the wind constantly blew through the skeletal trees making a haunting whistling sound.
Finally, after about forty five minutes they made it to another clearing. What Owens saw surprised him greatly, but didn't seem to phase Samus in the least. In the middle of the clearing, their was a small cottage with smoke pouring out of a chimney. They could hear laughter inside. But what was more surprising, was that there was a gunship off to the side of the clearing that looked remarkably similar to Samus's save for the fact that it was a deep shade of blue. Samus and Owens entered the cottage upon knocking and saw quite a spectacle: On one big armchair on the right sib of the room, sat a burly orange haired man with a flat-top. He was laughing heartily. And on the other side of the room, in a smaller chair, sat a short, squat bird-like creature that looked quite elderly. He was chuckling also.
"Ah! Samus Amos! it's been months! How are you?" Even through his beak you could tell he was smiling.
"I'm fine Old Bird, and you?"
"oh I'm doing just fine. Armstrong was just telling me about how he accidentally wrestled with Botwoon the plasma snake on Zebes when you were trying to kill him to get deeper into Maridia."
"Remember that Samus? it was like he was some Earthling crocodile!" The man proceeded to laugh until the room shook while Owens commenced looking at the wall and Samus glared at him like she wanted to stab him with her eyes.
"Yeah I remember, all right! I was trying to fire a super missile at him to put him out and jumped in the way!?
"Hey, he slammed into me! All I could do was hold on!"
"For twenty damn minutes!?" Samus looked like she wanted to hit him. The old chozo noticed that Owens was in the room and broke the tension.
"Who is this, Samus?" he asked.
"Oh. This is Jack Owens. Owens, this is Gul 'Gen," she gestured to the chozo. "And this is Armstrong Houston. He is a fellow bounty hunter and an old friend," she pointed to the large man with orange hair. Houston promptly got up and shook Owens' hand with a hearty "nice to meet you," then sat back down.
He is the only survivor of the attack on the Corona." Samus said. she knew she didn't need to say anything more. Gul 'Gen always knows what's going on and undoubtedly told Houston the situation already.
"Jesus" Houston said under his breath.
"I assume you came here to see if I can tell you anything about Metroid Prime you don't already know," the old chozo guessed.
"Yeah" Owens took the liberty of saying. He was very eager to learn more about what killed his friends.
"I can't tell you very much. For I wasn't one of the residents on Tallon IV when he arrived. But I do know this, unfortunately: The Chozo created it. Just like we created metroids." The three humans looked both absolutely stunned and like they saw it coming at the same time.
"Why would you ever do that?" Owens said almost angrily.
"We were simply trying to create sentient life, not creatures of doom. We created Metroid Prime in hopes of making a new race, an ally to the chozo that we ourselves created. And instead, it marked our doom. The creature began oozing a thick, blue liquid-"
"Phazon," Samus cut in.
"Yes. When we realized that all the monster wanted was to escaped and how deadly it could become, we tried to destroy it. I say "tried" because our attacks did nothing but make the beast stronger. After a week of these repeated attacks, Prime grew an armored exoskeleton. And now our attacks were useless. So we did the only think we could do. We shot him into space and hoped that no one would find him." The Chozo shook his head in disgust. "What irony is it that it lands to rest on Tallon IV. Our new homeworld. Being without technology and fairly uneducated, the Chozo on Tallon IV could do little as the beast began producing mass amounts of phazon and slowly killing all life on the planet. The Chozo on Tallon IV made a cipher and a seal to try to keep the creature in the crater, but it was too late. The monster they called The Worm slowly devoured everything-"
"Wait! what did they call it?" Samus broke in suddenly.
"They called it The Worm, why?"
"Because in my "dream," when I saw the face of Prime, he called himself Kabraxis, and he said that all will succumb to the fury and wrath of The Worm.
"My god." the old chozo said somberly. "Kabraxis is the endless worm from Chozo Mythology. He was labeled as the destroyer. He consumed all. This means that Metroid Prime is aware of it's surroundings. It has a personality.
"Can you tell us how we can beat it?" Owens asked anxiously.
"I couldn't tell you how to beat it, we may have created it but we still don't know much about it. But you could seek the counsel of some one who does.
"Well who does know what it is and what makes it tick?" Owens was interrigating the bird now.
"The only ones that would have sufficient knowledge of Metroid Prime's physical biology are the Space Pirates."
"But they are all either dead or have scattered after Zebes exploded." Houston chimed in.
"No, there is still one to be found," everyone then looked to Samus after her latest remark.
"Who?" Houston asked, already knowing what she was thinking.
"Ridley," was her answer.