Author's Notes n' Such:
Arkan- Well, I don't grasp Crocomire as a very intellegent Space Pirate, that's why I made it a bit humorous. Plus, I don't see every one of them as dedicated as say... Ridley or Kraid.
Specter Von Baren- Don't worry, I'm well versed on the progression of the games. I learned that the hard way a long time ago. I will also admit that some Mini-bosses are easier to write for than others.
GriffonSpade- Yeah, that's pretty much the order I was told. But unless I've misunderstood... Zero Mission is just a revamped version of the original Metroid.
-Super Metroid
--The Space Pirate Log Book
---Entry 4: The Wrecked Ship's Torment, Phantoon
What a quaint little concept... Recording one's tribulations for others to see. I vaguely recall an order to file reports here... Hm... where should I start? Oh yes, pain. I shall start with pain... There is no better subject.
You do not know pain. Pain is an unusual emotion. It comes, when you don't know it comes. You think you feel it across your body when you are hurt. But you do not know pain. Pain is internal, pain is forever, and pain is nothing like you have ever felt before. The screams of thousands upon thousands of people dying at once. The never-ending flash of an explosion before what ever it erupts within disappears forever. And death, pain in its final form... Also the most excruciating of all. I was born through all of this, the death, the emotion, the torment... And most importantly, the crash that started it all.
An ancient civilization built great cities and even better technology. And even still, better weapons. From the many decades I floated about that ship, slowly taking form. I found the history of the race that soon gave birth to me through their suffering. Human like, yet so far from being the same. Indescribable, yet so close to being seen, this unknown race launched its ship in hopes of escape, but instead launched it into the most torturous place imaginable. Planet Zebes. The large grassland did look inviting, but when your own crew is mutinying against you, you don't have time to land. You simply crash and die.
They ran from a war, as most would expect you would do. Their planet erupted into a sea of flames. A human would call it a text book example of a planet implosion, even if I don't exactly know what a textbook is. It's an expression I'm sure you are well aware of. Because I have no form as of yet in my tale, but with time I will take one. But forgive my deviation from the story.
When they ran they looked for the perfect planet to settle. They were determined to not repeat the grisly end of their original planet. But there is no "perfect planet" for them to find. Soon the crew became restless, the captain became desperate, and I was born. Phantoon, the entity that ran through that ship as soon as the first crewmember planned mutiny. It was an infectious idea... too tempting for others to pass up.
The journey aged on, the "perfect planet" refused to show itself and soon I took an identity. I claimed a personality from the most ruthless, the leader. His hate toward the war, and the captain's mad scheme to find this fantasy was so powerful it was easy to give birth to a spirit as potent as myself. But yet, I still had no body, I was formless. I could merely watch, as the whole ship became the lunatic frigate of their race. So many promising souls, gone to waste in mere years. You've never seen genius turn to madness so fast in your entire existence. And bright hope of a new future change to the bows of Norfair itself. Speaking of Norfair, I could easily say that Ridley shared many things in common with the leader. Ruthless and simple minded. His goal was clear and taking over the ship was soon set into action.
But the captain was not defenseless; many other crewmembers shared his goals of the "perfect planet" and defended him to the grave... Most of them did anyway. The fight was long and bloody and it was then that the captain began to steer his dying ship toward the nearest planet. Planet Zebes. Run, run, you poor minded fool. How that planet was the essence of hell itself. The ship started its landing, the leader got closer to the cockpit, and the captain soon was shot dead on the controls. The leader was victorious! The leader was a fool, for he didn't know how to run the ship. He was a simple engine room operative. So it was he who sentenced the entire ship to it's death, plunging into the Crateria surface.
But to my utter disappointment... the ship did not explode. It was all the better for me though. The survivors found the harsh planet of Zebes too much. Many starved and embraced the dark future their so-called "leader" had gotten them. They fought for the harvest and reaped the rewards as I soon took form. They died like the falling of dominos, which I am not to familiar with. Many human emotions came to create me, you might say I harvested their souls to create my body. Sometimes it's hard to make sense of so many emotions. The ship sat lifeless on that planet soon taken over by pirates, and then the nightmare begun. That ship, the last few surviving generations, and I found out how ruthless pirates were. With me as the ship, I watched them...
Delicious, the details would be too much for a human like you to stomach. Their souls floated around that ship for many more years as the pirate forces soon grew in number many of them now creatures. And then the most powerful coming into being named Mother Brain. She looked dormant hiding behind all those barriers and countless pirate forces, but how she thought that made all the difference. Her brainwaves soon echoed through out the hull of the ship making the tortured souls scream in harmony. Mother Brain had no intentions of good planned toward anyone and that ship never had any good intentions toward anyone as well. We were a perfect match and one-day my form finally came into a nightmarish being.
I cried out with triumph for after all this time of waiting and watching. I was born, finally! I had become real now! Real enough to warp in and out of solid and ghostly form, thanks to the history of that ship. My eye controlled the systems of that ship. Refusing to turn on for any explorer to find it. Everything ceased to operate I refused to let it operate, no one could control my late body. No one. Not even the countless pirates that tried to harvest the secrets of that ship. Through the dormant monitors and endless steel hallways I watched. I manifested the souls of the fallen and watched them kill any thing that entered my ship. But soon Mother Brain had taken notice of my existence and began to use her brainwaves as a medium, letting me talk to her while she talked to me. One of those days while the Zebes rain pounded out holes on the side of my ship I heard her voice.
"What is this feeling I sense in that ship. It was so slight, yet there, and now I believe it is killing off my own pirates..."
She sounded like she was searching, not asking a direct question. It was amusing as a spirit like me to see such a superior mind so lost and confused. I continued to listen and laughed within myself.
"Something is there. I can feel it. But it is so slight..."
This was worth everything; Mother Brain was lost in her own thoughts. If she contained a body, she would probably have been walking through every inch of this ship. I had driven my way inside her mind, she knew I was there. But yet, I was nowhere to be found. Her vile instincts and cold soul opened up to me. It was like mating, only between to sub consciousnesses. For many more days she puzzled over this mystery of my ship, why the answers were so elusive as I continued to lope through her brain. Finding everything I could possibly want and more. Her best trait was her supreme and unending hatred toward Samus Aran, ironically another female.
There was so much to learn, but soon Mother Brain was tired to searching with her mind and sent one of her henchmen to find out for her. My ship housed all kinds of humans, the dreamers, the businessmen, and the storytellers. A storyteller would describe her searcher as a dragon looking organism that resided in the deep Norfair section of the planet. This was the first time I saw Ridley. He made his way to my ship as Mother Brain soon began to search once more. Ah, I could see, she was trying to find me using Ridley as bait. I decided to see how good she was and sent out a couple of my spirit hunters as he entered the long corridor of the ship.
Ridley was a powerful creature using his breath to destroy the materialized spirits. I was impressed; this was a more resourceful pirate than the other ones I had killed. He would be quite a challenge. As the spirits died down, I could feel Mother Brain jump with surprise, I guess my manifestation of the spirit had caused a greater sense of my existence, and if I were to keep it up, she would soon take notice of me and my control over the ship. Ridley continued to search the wreckage, finding many old deactivated robot models. His yellow eyes squinted through the blackness of some of the holds and I continued to keep my silence.
The Norfair monster had gotten quite relaxed and I couldn't help myself but to send more of my angry spirits after him. He darted around in confusion as I played a giant chess game with Mother Brain. I would make a move, she would make a move, and then I would go thinking over my next move, when I made one, she made on and so on. Her brain waves still radiated throughout the ship trying to find the great answer to my existence and Ridley had nosed his way into more of the ship. This time, he had hit a sensitive area, the cockpit. I do not know why, but my existence had claimed the cockpit a holy area. Nothing was to set foot in that place, where the fateful decision to crash was made by the leader.
My ghostly body boiled with rage as Ridley overturned chairs and looked over consoles. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I floated toward his location. I was far from defenseless you see, as I was capable of producing blue plasma, and spewing it about in every direction. Ridley continued to defile my sanctuary and then I appeared. I materialized instantly letting out a ghostly howl making him spin around and stare me down in surprise. I wanted to lead him away from that place, he had no right, and I had no right to fight there. He followed me into the holds where I soon unleashed my deadly plasma. His nimble body avoided most of it and then I decided to play with him. I floated about the room in my spirit form as he tried to attack. He went right through me and smashed into the walls.
I hit him during moments like those and began to scar his reddish-purplish body. At times he screamed with rage while launching his own flames back at me. His tail whipped around wildly and his claws moved quickly, but he was not as smart as it took to harm me. I could only be harmed when I open my eye of death upon him, when I was in solid form. As long as I had my eye closed, I was merely a shadow. The sensors of the ship saw for me. Ridley began to flounder around me as I struck him viciously with my plasma. But Mother Brain was finished with our little game. She could easily sense me and better yet impose her will upon me since I dove so deep into her mind. I soon froze, paralyzed in front of Ridley. I let out a howl of anger as I could feel her will try to force my eye open.
"Arrr! Stop!" I cried out in a explosion of desperation.
"You are not a being of my knowledge." She continued to try and control me.
"I was born through the suffering of this ship! And it is mine. The souls of the crew, and the ship itself!"
"Is that so?"
Then my eye whipped open to stare down Ridley. He was within arms length. I strained. Mother Brain's will was much more powerful than I could have imagined. She wanted revenge for my tampering with her mind. There was a long pause as I sat there... This was an unusual feeling, helplessness, I had seen it before in the eyes of the crews but now I was experiencing it. I could feel Mother Brain let go of me and I soon shifted off into a spirit form disappearing in front of Ridley. Another new feeling washed over me, now I was confused.
"You have two choices ghost... You can serve me and do my will, or I will see to it you will die a death as horrible as your crew."
"As long as you give me my ship... I have no problems with becoming your underling. Your brainwaves are too delightful to give up."
"Very good." She then paused to consider my name. "What should we know you by?"
"Phantoon, now leave my old body."
I soon found myself among her ranks, a member of the Zebes Space Pirates. I soon learned as Mother Brain explained, my Wrecked Ship easily blocked the entrance to an important breeding ground she would soon make use of. Maridia would soon be home to many, many, dangerous creatures. The Metroids. They are a wonderful organism, but dangerous as it could even suck the energy from a spirit such as myself. I would prevent the ship from being used as portal to this wetlands where Metroids would grow in large numbers.
It was a perfect place for me to live out the rest of my eternity for many explorers tried to tap the Wrecked Ship of its knowledge. But I would not let them... Nor would my legions of twisted souls that could rip the littlest being to pieces. And so I guarded that place, keeping myself occupied with Mother Brain's unending superior brain waves. How twisted she thought, how she knew so much and how dark her plans were for everyone that opposed her. Looking into that mind was darker than the history of my ship, my old body...
It was delicious.
-End of Line
--Closing Phantoon Log...
---Next Entry: Draygon
Arkan- Well, I don't grasp Crocomire as a very intellegent Space Pirate, that's why I made it a bit humorous. Plus, I don't see every one of them as dedicated as say... Ridley or Kraid.
Specter Von Baren- Don't worry, I'm well versed on the progression of the games. I learned that the hard way a long time ago. I will also admit that some Mini-bosses are easier to write for than others.
GriffonSpade- Yeah, that's pretty much the order I was told. But unless I've misunderstood... Zero Mission is just a revamped version of the original Metroid.
-Super Metroid
--The Space Pirate Log Book
---Entry 4: The Wrecked Ship's Torment, Phantoon
What a quaint little concept... Recording one's tribulations for others to see. I vaguely recall an order to file reports here... Hm... where should I start? Oh yes, pain. I shall start with pain... There is no better subject.
You do not know pain. Pain is an unusual emotion. It comes, when you don't know it comes. You think you feel it across your body when you are hurt. But you do not know pain. Pain is internal, pain is forever, and pain is nothing like you have ever felt before. The screams of thousands upon thousands of people dying at once. The never-ending flash of an explosion before what ever it erupts within disappears forever. And death, pain in its final form... Also the most excruciating of all. I was born through all of this, the death, the emotion, the torment... And most importantly, the crash that started it all.
An ancient civilization built great cities and even better technology. And even still, better weapons. From the many decades I floated about that ship, slowly taking form. I found the history of the race that soon gave birth to me through their suffering. Human like, yet so far from being the same. Indescribable, yet so close to being seen, this unknown race launched its ship in hopes of escape, but instead launched it into the most torturous place imaginable. Planet Zebes. The large grassland did look inviting, but when your own crew is mutinying against you, you don't have time to land. You simply crash and die.
They ran from a war, as most would expect you would do. Their planet erupted into a sea of flames. A human would call it a text book example of a planet implosion, even if I don't exactly know what a textbook is. It's an expression I'm sure you are well aware of. Because I have no form as of yet in my tale, but with time I will take one. But forgive my deviation from the story.
When they ran they looked for the perfect planet to settle. They were determined to not repeat the grisly end of their original planet. But there is no "perfect planet" for them to find. Soon the crew became restless, the captain became desperate, and I was born. Phantoon, the entity that ran through that ship as soon as the first crewmember planned mutiny. It was an infectious idea... too tempting for others to pass up.
The journey aged on, the "perfect planet" refused to show itself and soon I took an identity. I claimed a personality from the most ruthless, the leader. His hate toward the war, and the captain's mad scheme to find this fantasy was so powerful it was easy to give birth to a spirit as potent as myself. But yet, I still had no body, I was formless. I could merely watch, as the whole ship became the lunatic frigate of their race. So many promising souls, gone to waste in mere years. You've never seen genius turn to madness so fast in your entire existence. And bright hope of a new future change to the bows of Norfair itself. Speaking of Norfair, I could easily say that Ridley shared many things in common with the leader. Ruthless and simple minded. His goal was clear and taking over the ship was soon set into action.
But the captain was not defenseless; many other crewmembers shared his goals of the "perfect planet" and defended him to the grave... Most of them did anyway. The fight was long and bloody and it was then that the captain began to steer his dying ship toward the nearest planet. Planet Zebes. Run, run, you poor minded fool. How that planet was the essence of hell itself. The ship started its landing, the leader got closer to the cockpit, and the captain soon was shot dead on the controls. The leader was victorious! The leader was a fool, for he didn't know how to run the ship. He was a simple engine room operative. So it was he who sentenced the entire ship to it's death, plunging into the Crateria surface.
But to my utter disappointment... the ship did not explode. It was all the better for me though. The survivors found the harsh planet of Zebes too much. Many starved and embraced the dark future their so-called "leader" had gotten them. They fought for the harvest and reaped the rewards as I soon took form. They died like the falling of dominos, which I am not to familiar with. Many human emotions came to create me, you might say I harvested their souls to create my body. Sometimes it's hard to make sense of so many emotions. The ship sat lifeless on that planet soon taken over by pirates, and then the nightmare begun. That ship, the last few surviving generations, and I found out how ruthless pirates were. With me as the ship, I watched them...
Delicious, the details would be too much for a human like you to stomach. Their souls floated around that ship for many more years as the pirate forces soon grew in number many of them now creatures. And then the most powerful coming into being named Mother Brain. She looked dormant hiding behind all those barriers and countless pirate forces, but how she thought that made all the difference. Her brainwaves soon echoed through out the hull of the ship making the tortured souls scream in harmony. Mother Brain had no intentions of good planned toward anyone and that ship never had any good intentions toward anyone as well. We were a perfect match and one-day my form finally came into a nightmarish being.
I cried out with triumph for after all this time of waiting and watching. I was born, finally! I had become real now! Real enough to warp in and out of solid and ghostly form, thanks to the history of that ship. My eye controlled the systems of that ship. Refusing to turn on for any explorer to find it. Everything ceased to operate I refused to let it operate, no one could control my late body. No one. Not even the countless pirates that tried to harvest the secrets of that ship. Through the dormant monitors and endless steel hallways I watched. I manifested the souls of the fallen and watched them kill any thing that entered my ship. But soon Mother Brain had taken notice of my existence and began to use her brainwaves as a medium, letting me talk to her while she talked to me. One of those days while the Zebes rain pounded out holes on the side of my ship I heard her voice.
"What is this feeling I sense in that ship. It was so slight, yet there, and now I believe it is killing off my own pirates..."
She sounded like she was searching, not asking a direct question. It was amusing as a spirit like me to see such a superior mind so lost and confused. I continued to listen and laughed within myself.
"Something is there. I can feel it. But it is so slight..."
This was worth everything; Mother Brain was lost in her own thoughts. If she contained a body, she would probably have been walking through every inch of this ship. I had driven my way inside her mind, she knew I was there. But yet, I was nowhere to be found. Her vile instincts and cold soul opened up to me. It was like mating, only between to sub consciousnesses. For many more days she puzzled over this mystery of my ship, why the answers were so elusive as I continued to lope through her brain. Finding everything I could possibly want and more. Her best trait was her supreme and unending hatred toward Samus Aran, ironically another female.
There was so much to learn, but soon Mother Brain was tired to searching with her mind and sent one of her henchmen to find out for her. My ship housed all kinds of humans, the dreamers, the businessmen, and the storytellers. A storyteller would describe her searcher as a dragon looking organism that resided in the deep Norfair section of the planet. This was the first time I saw Ridley. He made his way to my ship as Mother Brain soon began to search once more. Ah, I could see, she was trying to find me using Ridley as bait. I decided to see how good she was and sent out a couple of my spirit hunters as he entered the long corridor of the ship.
Ridley was a powerful creature using his breath to destroy the materialized spirits. I was impressed; this was a more resourceful pirate than the other ones I had killed. He would be quite a challenge. As the spirits died down, I could feel Mother Brain jump with surprise, I guess my manifestation of the spirit had caused a greater sense of my existence, and if I were to keep it up, she would soon take notice of me and my control over the ship. Ridley continued to search the wreckage, finding many old deactivated robot models. His yellow eyes squinted through the blackness of some of the holds and I continued to keep my silence.
The Norfair monster had gotten quite relaxed and I couldn't help myself but to send more of my angry spirits after him. He darted around in confusion as I played a giant chess game with Mother Brain. I would make a move, she would make a move, and then I would go thinking over my next move, when I made one, she made on and so on. Her brain waves still radiated throughout the ship trying to find the great answer to my existence and Ridley had nosed his way into more of the ship. This time, he had hit a sensitive area, the cockpit. I do not know why, but my existence had claimed the cockpit a holy area. Nothing was to set foot in that place, where the fateful decision to crash was made by the leader.
My ghostly body boiled with rage as Ridley overturned chairs and looked over consoles. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I floated toward his location. I was far from defenseless you see, as I was capable of producing blue plasma, and spewing it about in every direction. Ridley continued to defile my sanctuary and then I appeared. I materialized instantly letting out a ghostly howl making him spin around and stare me down in surprise. I wanted to lead him away from that place, he had no right, and I had no right to fight there. He followed me into the holds where I soon unleashed my deadly plasma. His nimble body avoided most of it and then I decided to play with him. I floated about the room in my spirit form as he tried to attack. He went right through me and smashed into the walls.
I hit him during moments like those and began to scar his reddish-purplish body. At times he screamed with rage while launching his own flames back at me. His tail whipped around wildly and his claws moved quickly, but he was not as smart as it took to harm me. I could only be harmed when I open my eye of death upon him, when I was in solid form. As long as I had my eye closed, I was merely a shadow. The sensors of the ship saw for me. Ridley began to flounder around me as I struck him viciously with my plasma. But Mother Brain was finished with our little game. She could easily sense me and better yet impose her will upon me since I dove so deep into her mind. I soon froze, paralyzed in front of Ridley. I let out a howl of anger as I could feel her will try to force my eye open.
"Arrr! Stop!" I cried out in a explosion of desperation.
"You are not a being of my knowledge." She continued to try and control me.
"I was born through the suffering of this ship! And it is mine. The souls of the crew, and the ship itself!"
"Is that so?"
Then my eye whipped open to stare down Ridley. He was within arms length. I strained. Mother Brain's will was much more powerful than I could have imagined. She wanted revenge for my tampering with her mind. There was a long pause as I sat there... This was an unusual feeling, helplessness, I had seen it before in the eyes of the crews but now I was experiencing it. I could feel Mother Brain let go of me and I soon shifted off into a spirit form disappearing in front of Ridley. Another new feeling washed over me, now I was confused.
"You have two choices ghost... You can serve me and do my will, or I will see to it you will die a death as horrible as your crew."
"As long as you give me my ship... I have no problems with becoming your underling. Your brainwaves are too delightful to give up."
"Very good." She then paused to consider my name. "What should we know you by?"
"Phantoon, now leave my old body."
I soon found myself among her ranks, a member of the Zebes Space Pirates. I soon learned as Mother Brain explained, my Wrecked Ship easily blocked the entrance to an important breeding ground she would soon make use of. Maridia would soon be home to many, many, dangerous creatures. The Metroids. They are a wonderful organism, but dangerous as it could even suck the energy from a spirit such as myself. I would prevent the ship from being used as portal to this wetlands where Metroids would grow in large numbers.
It was a perfect place for me to live out the rest of my eternity for many explorers tried to tap the Wrecked Ship of its knowledge. But I would not let them... Nor would my legions of twisted souls that could rip the littlest being to pieces. And so I guarded that place, keeping myself occupied with Mother Brain's unending superior brain waves. How twisted she thought, how she knew so much and how dark her plans were for everyone that opposed her. Looking into that mind was darker than the history of my ship, my old body...
It was delicious.
-End of Line
--Closing Phantoon Log...
---Next Entry: Draygon