-Super Metroid
--The Space Pirate Log Book
---Entry 2: The Brinstar Juggernaut, Kraid
Worthless. That's what they are. Worthless. Half of our forces are utter morons. It's a wonder how we get anything done around here. It's true, they do make a frightening picture for the Galactic Federation. But if they spent just a moment to evaluate our forces, they'd find we have maybe 100 noteworthy soldiers. The rest are just cannon fodder for Samus or whoever else wants to come in blasting away like energy weapons are going out of style.
I, Kraid, need an army worthy of my command. I used to control the entire ground force for Zebes. But after that bounty hunter ransacked our base and blew half of it up, things have changed. Along with nearly losing my third eye to that damned human, I've lost my prestige as well. Mother Brain doesn't have the same faith in me that she's held before, now there are a lot of new faces in Zebes. And all of them are worthless. Completely worthless.
Phantoon, the spirit in control of the wrecked ship on the surface is as trustworthy as he is alive. Crocomire is an incompetent lazy slob, who's only purpose is be pushed around by Ridley. I don't know what he does, other than roam around the planet eating whatever isn't bolted down or classified important by Mother Brain. And don't even get me started on Draygon, that oversized crayfish with nearly 100 children running around Maridia. What does our fortress look like? A daycare?
And Ridley! That winged fire breathing blowhard! I could do his job! He knows it, and Mother Brain would too if he didn't bring back the Metroid. Now she's all shut up in Tourian, experimenting on those energy sucking things. I suppose if they are useful, then it is time well spent, but I can't help feeling that Mother Brain is developing an unhealthy obsession with them. Almost the way Ridley is obsessed with Samus, Hah, she'll be the death of him if he doesn't get a hold of himself. She'll be the death of all of us if we don't get our acts together around here.
I seem to be the only one prepared. But I've been reduced to commanding a single section of Zebes. Not the whole planet, just Brinstar. I'm better than this. If it weren't for that human... the reorganization of our forces would have never happened. It's her fault... yes... it's her fault! She'll pay one of these days. I've grown a great deal since last we met. Humph, since last we met... I remember it quite well. The way she sauntered into my lair as if she owned the whole planet...
It was before all those new recruits, the first time the hunter made her appearance. I had just led a striking victory against an invasion force. And invasion force sent by the Federation. They wanted to get back the collection of Metroids we had hijacked. Hah hah ha, it was a slaughter. They deserved what they got, and the survivors were either executed or sent to feed the Metroids they were after. I watched one or two soldiers get the life sucked out of them until they turned to dust. It was quite a show. I personally couldn't wait until they tried again.
But they didn't try again.
Instead they sent a bounty hunter. One that we've had history with before, but only when she was a child. From what I heard, Ridley started this whole mess. He led the forces that created this disaster. If Ridley had just been a bit more thorough we could have avoided this nightmare. Without parents, or family for that matter, she was adopted by the Chozo and given that damned suit every pirate knew by heart. The charging drone of her blaster, and the missile attacks. No one could mistake it.
Samus Aran could practically defeat half my forces on fear alone. I couldn't believe it. My men were slowly reporting to me one by one, with their tails in-between their legs. Going on about a Chozo devil in the caverns, blasting everything in sight. Those who didn't apologize for such nonsense I crushed with my bare hands, and those who did I ordered to confront this Samus Aran again.
"But sir!" One pathetic slime would whine to me. "We can't kill her! She's too fast! Too strong! Too-"
One of my angry roars would set them straight and silence their quivering mouths.
"Grow a spine and get a hold of yourself!" I barked. "You will end this now! Do you understand? Deal with the intruder! If you're wounded, don't come back here looking for pity! It's only one human!"
They would crawl away or limp out of my lair and I would continue to send more reliable troops after her, to compound what misery she should have been feeling. No one walks into Zebes and expects to leave in one piece. The Galactic Federation forces learned that much already. Of course, they've always been worthless worms in the first place. Now this bounty hunter was something of a different story. She was worth ten of them.
My usual tactics began to fail, sooner or later, there was no one reporting back to me. It was as if the entire area of my lair had been evacuated. Then Ridley showed up, his crooked toothy snarl in all. His body cast an eerie red glow, probably due to his position situated near Norfair. There was an unusual smirk across his face. For anyone else, it would appear as if he was his usual self. But I could tell otherwise, we were on the same side after all.
"What are you doing here Ridley?" I demanded, usually he's never out of his position unless...
"We've pulled your forces out of the area. Mother Brain wants you to deal with this bounty hunter personally. She's killed far too many troops."
So that was why. All this time I thought cowardice had caught up with my men.
"Personally?" I repeated to verify his words.
"Personally." He said again with his dark sardonic expression. "She says this has gone too far, no more playing with the hunter. Just... dispose of her quickly."
That did not explain the grin on his face though. If I didn't know better, I'd say he enjoyed the presence of the hunter.
"What do you think of this Ridley? I can tell by the way you roll your eyes there is something on your mind."
"Good bye Kraid." He told me. "You're just an overbearing glutton. What use you've served no longer applies in this situation. The hunter will kill you."
Exchanges of this nature were nothing new. It was common practice to rile each other up before a major battle. There was no better motivation than adrenaline and anger.
"You enjoy the challenge don't you Ridley?" I fired back. "It's a shame you'll never be able to fight the bounty hunter. She'll be unrecognizable when I'm done with her."
"We'll see what kind of challenge the hunter is... Won't we?"
He left after that and I simply waited in the darkness for our thorn in the side to appear. She was as good as dead, I would make sure of it. The waiting was as painful as a plasma blast in my mind. The hunter took her sweet time getting to my lair. How did I know she was going to come? The entrance to the Tourian area is protected by a rather ingenious lock. As long as Ridley and I are alive, no one will ever enter and Mother Brain will stay protected.
When the hunter did make her entrance, she was wondering slowly into the lair with her arm cannon readied to fire. What a squatty little creature she was. I had forgotten how puny humans were. It's quite pathetic in my mind. I could have stepped on her and never been the wiser. This should be a short encounter. But as I emerged from the darkness and prepared to crush her with my foot, she rolled out of the way in the form of a small ball. Oh yes, the suit, I had almost forgotten.
But what did it matter? I roared angrily and swung my claw along the floor of the cave to cut her to ribbons. I nearly stumbled back upon seeing her jump to the height of my stomach and easily avoided my arm. Then it was her turn, and she fired at me. I went to block the shot with my hand and cried out in agony as an explosion engulfed it. Missiles! The little wretch was armed with some sort of missile system! Humph... it would take more than a barrage of missiles to stop me.
I decided I would impale her up against the wall and launched my stomach spines. Her movement was staggering as she used my attack like some sort of steps and onto a ledge where we were eye to eye. I immediately began to spray the wall with my claw projectiles, but she ran and avoided them all. This is unfathomable! This measly little human with so much power! I was going to crush her and punched the walls of the lair with my fists. The room would shake, but the hunter would dive or duck gracefully out of the way.
She fired more missiles and struck me in the forehead. My hands shot up to shield my aching third eye. How clever of her... Of all the places to fire, she decided to go for the head. But it would not stop there. In my cries of pain, I could soon taste the smoke and fire of an explosion within my mouth. The taste was awful, I began to spit in agony and turned away from her position on the ledge. She had shot me in my gaping mouth. It seems there was no end to her ingenuity.
Soon I tasted nothing, as the searing flames from the missile attack had deadened all the nerves in my mouth. I remember tearing away at the walls wildly, hungry for revenge. I struck so viciously that I broke a couple of my razor sharp nails. This action of mine was shaking loose all kinds of rocks and debris. But I did not hear the satisfying crunch of the hunter's armor shattered by my weight. I regained my vision only to stare down her arm cannon that was pointed directly at my mouth again.
"Filthy little human-" I roared as she fired again.
The next missile to enter my mouth was unlike her previous attacks. My whole body shook from the strike, and I could sense the explosion was many times larger than the others. And I thought I was in pain before... Hah hah, that pales in comparison to this new missile. Whatever it was... it made me feel lightheaded. The cave began to flash in and out and I tried to keep myself standing by holding the walls. I thought I would feel another attack at any moment. But I did not.
The hunter was simply standing there, arm cannon at her side, just watching me. What was she waiting for? My head felt like it had split in two and when I went to suppress the pain with my palm... I soon realized there was very little left of my mouth or head. I fell to the ground, withering in pain. How did I stay concious so long after her last attack? I would not survive this fight... All I could think was where she could have gotten this power...
I thought it was the end. That my service with Mother Brain had come to an end. But I was wrong. What I thought was eternal sleep was merely a nap. I awoke in Zebes again, unaware of how much time had passed. Somehow I could tell it had been a long time. The lead scientist in charge of my resurrection had told me how this came to be. They scraped me off the floor of the lair and began my resuscitation. All I knew is that I had a second chance at the hunter, and now I knew her tactics. And here I am now
Ridley had also been unfortunate enough to be beaten as well. But the hunter left quite a mark on him. He's not the same from before. However in our absence before we had been revived, Mother Brain had filled the holes with these new faces I spoke of before. But all of them combined could never measure up to me. Even Ridley has become intolerable with his new obsession for the bounty hunter. Damn them all, and damn that hunter.
Here I am now, reduced from my position as commander of the Zebes forces to a mere guardian of Brinstar. Well, they can go on all they want about their new positions and their abilities and how they think they earned it. But when the hunter comes back to finish the job, they will soon learn what it means to fight for their very lives. Until then, I will simply bide my time. She will come back, either that or we'll run into her again, it is only a matter of time. Hah hah. I will get my revenge. Just you wait...
-End of Line
--Closing Kraid Log
---Next Entry: Crocomire
--The Space Pirate Log Book
---Entry 2: The Brinstar Juggernaut, Kraid
Worthless. That's what they are. Worthless. Half of our forces are utter morons. It's a wonder how we get anything done around here. It's true, they do make a frightening picture for the Galactic Federation. But if they spent just a moment to evaluate our forces, they'd find we have maybe 100 noteworthy soldiers. The rest are just cannon fodder for Samus or whoever else wants to come in blasting away like energy weapons are going out of style.
I, Kraid, need an army worthy of my command. I used to control the entire ground force for Zebes. But after that bounty hunter ransacked our base and blew half of it up, things have changed. Along with nearly losing my third eye to that damned human, I've lost my prestige as well. Mother Brain doesn't have the same faith in me that she's held before, now there are a lot of new faces in Zebes. And all of them are worthless. Completely worthless.
Phantoon, the spirit in control of the wrecked ship on the surface is as trustworthy as he is alive. Crocomire is an incompetent lazy slob, who's only purpose is be pushed around by Ridley. I don't know what he does, other than roam around the planet eating whatever isn't bolted down or classified important by Mother Brain. And don't even get me started on Draygon, that oversized crayfish with nearly 100 children running around Maridia. What does our fortress look like? A daycare?
And Ridley! That winged fire breathing blowhard! I could do his job! He knows it, and Mother Brain would too if he didn't bring back the Metroid. Now she's all shut up in Tourian, experimenting on those energy sucking things. I suppose if they are useful, then it is time well spent, but I can't help feeling that Mother Brain is developing an unhealthy obsession with them. Almost the way Ridley is obsessed with Samus, Hah, she'll be the death of him if he doesn't get a hold of himself. She'll be the death of all of us if we don't get our acts together around here.
I seem to be the only one prepared. But I've been reduced to commanding a single section of Zebes. Not the whole planet, just Brinstar. I'm better than this. If it weren't for that human... the reorganization of our forces would have never happened. It's her fault... yes... it's her fault! She'll pay one of these days. I've grown a great deal since last we met. Humph, since last we met... I remember it quite well. The way she sauntered into my lair as if she owned the whole planet...
It was before all those new recruits, the first time the hunter made her appearance. I had just led a striking victory against an invasion force. And invasion force sent by the Federation. They wanted to get back the collection of Metroids we had hijacked. Hah hah ha, it was a slaughter. They deserved what they got, and the survivors were either executed or sent to feed the Metroids they were after. I watched one or two soldiers get the life sucked out of them until they turned to dust. It was quite a show. I personally couldn't wait until they tried again.
But they didn't try again.
Instead they sent a bounty hunter. One that we've had history with before, but only when she was a child. From what I heard, Ridley started this whole mess. He led the forces that created this disaster. If Ridley had just been a bit more thorough we could have avoided this nightmare. Without parents, or family for that matter, she was adopted by the Chozo and given that damned suit every pirate knew by heart. The charging drone of her blaster, and the missile attacks. No one could mistake it.
Samus Aran could practically defeat half my forces on fear alone. I couldn't believe it. My men were slowly reporting to me one by one, with their tails in-between their legs. Going on about a Chozo devil in the caverns, blasting everything in sight. Those who didn't apologize for such nonsense I crushed with my bare hands, and those who did I ordered to confront this Samus Aran again.
"But sir!" One pathetic slime would whine to me. "We can't kill her! She's too fast! Too strong! Too-"
One of my angry roars would set them straight and silence their quivering mouths.
"Grow a spine and get a hold of yourself!" I barked. "You will end this now! Do you understand? Deal with the intruder! If you're wounded, don't come back here looking for pity! It's only one human!"
They would crawl away or limp out of my lair and I would continue to send more reliable troops after her, to compound what misery she should have been feeling. No one walks into Zebes and expects to leave in one piece. The Galactic Federation forces learned that much already. Of course, they've always been worthless worms in the first place. Now this bounty hunter was something of a different story. She was worth ten of them.
My usual tactics began to fail, sooner or later, there was no one reporting back to me. It was as if the entire area of my lair had been evacuated. Then Ridley showed up, his crooked toothy snarl in all. His body cast an eerie red glow, probably due to his position situated near Norfair. There was an unusual smirk across his face. For anyone else, it would appear as if he was his usual self. But I could tell otherwise, we were on the same side after all.
"What are you doing here Ridley?" I demanded, usually he's never out of his position unless...
"We've pulled your forces out of the area. Mother Brain wants you to deal with this bounty hunter personally. She's killed far too many troops."
So that was why. All this time I thought cowardice had caught up with my men.
"Personally?" I repeated to verify his words.
"Personally." He said again with his dark sardonic expression. "She says this has gone too far, no more playing with the hunter. Just... dispose of her quickly."
That did not explain the grin on his face though. If I didn't know better, I'd say he enjoyed the presence of the hunter.
"What do you think of this Ridley? I can tell by the way you roll your eyes there is something on your mind."
"Good bye Kraid." He told me. "You're just an overbearing glutton. What use you've served no longer applies in this situation. The hunter will kill you."
Exchanges of this nature were nothing new. It was common practice to rile each other up before a major battle. There was no better motivation than adrenaline and anger.
"You enjoy the challenge don't you Ridley?" I fired back. "It's a shame you'll never be able to fight the bounty hunter. She'll be unrecognizable when I'm done with her."
"We'll see what kind of challenge the hunter is... Won't we?"
He left after that and I simply waited in the darkness for our thorn in the side to appear. She was as good as dead, I would make sure of it. The waiting was as painful as a plasma blast in my mind. The hunter took her sweet time getting to my lair. How did I know she was going to come? The entrance to the Tourian area is protected by a rather ingenious lock. As long as Ridley and I are alive, no one will ever enter and Mother Brain will stay protected.
When the hunter did make her entrance, she was wondering slowly into the lair with her arm cannon readied to fire. What a squatty little creature she was. I had forgotten how puny humans were. It's quite pathetic in my mind. I could have stepped on her and never been the wiser. This should be a short encounter. But as I emerged from the darkness and prepared to crush her with my foot, she rolled out of the way in the form of a small ball. Oh yes, the suit, I had almost forgotten.
But what did it matter? I roared angrily and swung my claw along the floor of the cave to cut her to ribbons. I nearly stumbled back upon seeing her jump to the height of my stomach and easily avoided my arm. Then it was her turn, and she fired at me. I went to block the shot with my hand and cried out in agony as an explosion engulfed it. Missiles! The little wretch was armed with some sort of missile system! Humph... it would take more than a barrage of missiles to stop me.
I decided I would impale her up against the wall and launched my stomach spines. Her movement was staggering as she used my attack like some sort of steps and onto a ledge where we were eye to eye. I immediately began to spray the wall with my claw projectiles, but she ran and avoided them all. This is unfathomable! This measly little human with so much power! I was going to crush her and punched the walls of the lair with my fists. The room would shake, but the hunter would dive or duck gracefully out of the way.
She fired more missiles and struck me in the forehead. My hands shot up to shield my aching third eye. How clever of her... Of all the places to fire, she decided to go for the head. But it would not stop there. In my cries of pain, I could soon taste the smoke and fire of an explosion within my mouth. The taste was awful, I began to spit in agony and turned away from her position on the ledge. She had shot me in my gaping mouth. It seems there was no end to her ingenuity.
Soon I tasted nothing, as the searing flames from the missile attack had deadened all the nerves in my mouth. I remember tearing away at the walls wildly, hungry for revenge. I struck so viciously that I broke a couple of my razor sharp nails. This action of mine was shaking loose all kinds of rocks and debris. But I did not hear the satisfying crunch of the hunter's armor shattered by my weight. I regained my vision only to stare down her arm cannon that was pointed directly at my mouth again.
"Filthy little human-" I roared as she fired again.
The next missile to enter my mouth was unlike her previous attacks. My whole body shook from the strike, and I could sense the explosion was many times larger than the others. And I thought I was in pain before... Hah hah, that pales in comparison to this new missile. Whatever it was... it made me feel lightheaded. The cave began to flash in and out and I tried to keep myself standing by holding the walls. I thought I would feel another attack at any moment. But I did not.
The hunter was simply standing there, arm cannon at her side, just watching me. What was she waiting for? My head felt like it had split in two and when I went to suppress the pain with my palm... I soon realized there was very little left of my mouth or head. I fell to the ground, withering in pain. How did I stay concious so long after her last attack? I would not survive this fight... All I could think was where she could have gotten this power...
I thought it was the end. That my service with Mother Brain had come to an end. But I was wrong. What I thought was eternal sleep was merely a nap. I awoke in Zebes again, unaware of how much time had passed. Somehow I could tell it had been a long time. The lead scientist in charge of my resurrection had told me how this came to be. They scraped me off the floor of the lair and began my resuscitation. All I knew is that I had a second chance at the hunter, and now I knew her tactics. And here I am now
Ridley had also been unfortunate enough to be beaten as well. But the hunter left quite a mark on him. He's not the same from before. However in our absence before we had been revived, Mother Brain had filled the holes with these new faces I spoke of before. But all of them combined could never measure up to me. Even Ridley has become intolerable with his new obsession for the bounty hunter. Damn them all, and damn that hunter.
Here I am now, reduced from my position as commander of the Zebes forces to a mere guardian of Brinstar. Well, they can go on all they want about their new positions and their abilities and how they think they earned it. But when the hunter comes back to finish the job, they will soon learn what it means to fight for their very lives. Until then, I will simply bide my time. She will come back, either that or we'll run into her again, it is only a matter of time. Hah hah. I will get my revenge. Just you wait...
-End of Line
--Closing Kraid Log
---Next Entry: Crocomire