-Super Metroid
--The Space Pirate Log Book
---Entry 5: The Maridia Leviathan, Draygon
The others say it's time for my daily worship of Mother Brain... how dare they mock such brilliance. For their sake, they should show more respect to me and their leader. They would be nothing without her guidance. They would all be the dregs of the universe if it weren't for her. But Ridley! Ridley understands... he understands her genius. That's why he is her most loyal subject. And my family and I are right behind him because of our dedication.
Mother Brain is a savior for what she has done for my children and I. We are in her debt for the rest of our being, and we will serve her faithfully and completely. If it weren't for her genius and her legions, we would have rotted in water tanks aboard a Federation space station a long time ago. A filthy place it was, whoever was caught in that orbiting rust bucket when the Space Pirates arrived got what they deserved. It's a shame I couldn't see all the chaos that ensued.
Zebes was not always my home you see. My family and I once resided on a planet completely submerged by water. With our hardened shells and superior numbers, we easily dominated every area of our watery home. There was never a moment when you were hungry, or fought for your next meal. It was a glorious time until the Galactic Federation appeared and ruined everything! Years and years were spent to take over that planet...and now they were robbing it from us!
This would the dawn of my hatred for this... Galactic Federation... and every time I would look upon one of them through the glass of my tank, it would only grow. By far the most arrogant of them all were the humans. Miserable, little two legged creatures that do not take kindly to water. But they were so easy to observe. So predictable, so simple. I picked up their language within weeks and within months I learned of their intentions.
They picked us for our potential. Our potential for learning and working alongside the countless wretches in their group. The many scientists on the station admired the incredible durability of our shell at great depths and resistance to their weapons. And what pathetic weapons they had. Missiles and lasers and who knows what. It was not enough to stop us. It was only their ability to harness electricity that enabled them to catch and control us.
So as they plucked us from the only home we knew, they began to place us in inadequate water tanks full of water I have never felt before. Dirty miserable water that was no where near the purity of our own planet's water. And that's where we sat as they stood around taking notes on their computers and whatever else they had. I thought it would never end. I tore at any human to approach my tank bearing food. I'd rather eat them than the pathetic fish they'd bring up from the surface. As if they could ever provide the same amount of nourishment we did on our own.
Draygon... a name I've grown quite accustomed too. It was given to me by one of their doctors who had his own name. Dr. Goring. This human seemed to be above the others. They would clear the room when he entered. They would do whatever he asked without a moments hesitation. They would trip over themselves to do his bidding. I could say, with a large stretch, that we had that much uncommon. This Dr. Goring and I both had many followers with their lives dedicated to us. The only difference was that my followers were my children, and his followers were completely unrelated. That disgusted me. To think you could rely on anyone else other than your own kin is absurd.
They were all like little smudges through the glass... The only time I could make them out individually is when they talked. But sometimes this was impossible over the droning of my children somewhere above and below me. Whatever they made the ship out of, it was prefect for carrying sound waves. We could already hear perfectly through the water. I could hear every one of their cries, whether it be of hunger or anger. The ghost Phantoon tried to explain an emotion called "fear" to me at one point, but I have not heard any such thing nor felt it.
This doctor would spend time talking to me as if I was his own kind. Can you imagine, the torture of listening to his sad pathetic tales for years on end? If his life was half as bad as he made it out to be, I wondered why he had not killed himself. Not one moment did I spend talking to him, not one. I could say though, that him or his underlings must have figured out that I had some ability to understand them. They just wanted a response. But they would get none.
For years we were toyed with by the Galactic Federation's minions. Whoever their leader was, they would pay one day for this. I could feel it. But one day, it was then Mother Brain's merciful legions came to liberate us from this prison. That day would be a celebrated event among us when it was over. So much so, that every one of my children know it by heart and can recite it at a moments notice. I believe this is where the hecklers get their ammunition to insult us.
The only thing that keeps Mother Brain from being a god is her mortality. But even that can be rectified, I heard.
The day the Space Pirates rescued us, there was an inch of water in the laboratory that overlooked my water tank. It moved any small objects around and short circuited control panels. At first I thought nothing of it. There were many incompetent creatures on the station. It had to have been one of their mistakes. That is why you should only rely on your own blood to get things done. But when the scientists failed to make their appointed rounds to check up on me. I knew something was happening.
This inch of water soon became a foot and it seemed like the whole station was flooding. It became so deep that the mysterious voice of some alien creature could reach me. I had never heard this voice before, but it would not be one I could forget. The foot high water was making it easy to communicate with me from their far off location.
"Who we are is not important at the moment. I think what is important to you is if you value your freedom from the likes of those who contain you. We're going to turn off the security force field that keeps you from breaking the glass. If we leave you from here, we think you'll do the right thing."
Suddenly the emergency drainage systems turned on, and this flood water was jettisoned out to space. It was an offer to good to be true. But the blue glow and hum that usually could be heard in my tank every single second of everyday subsided. Now only the glass remained. It was the only thing keeping me from those scientists. Whatever that voice came from had give me the chance I've always wanted. Then Dr. Goring came in with his staff, with his usual smirk. I waited for him to get as close the glass as I could stand.
"Good morning Draygon. We had a little flood problem, but it's been taken care of..."
His voice trailed off as he soon realized the force field was not up. His staff soon reached the same conclusion. But whatever they could have done was too little too late. It only took one crack with the weight of my shell behind me. To me, it seemed as if the water had just warped into the small observation room. Without the glass to blur my vision, I could see these humans in greater detail. Thin frail things they were, and Dr. Goring wasn't as ancient as I had expected.
Of course, none of that mattered. I crushed each and everyone of them under my weight or drowned them in an instant with the shattering of the glass. The water was red in no time, and the voice I had heard before returned.
"Doesn't that feel so right? We have a place you would fit in quite nicely. Once you're done flooding the rest of the laboratory decks. We'll explain more."
The hallways were too small for my size, but ramming into a couple of walls was more than enough to punch holes to other decks. I went on a rampage, and without the drainage systems, the water just kept coming. It wasn't long until I reunited with my children, and let them take part in the killing as well. Soon the station and all of it's inhabitants were gone, only we remained.
"We are the Zebesian Space Pirates." The voice returned. "We have a home for you on our world that I think you'll find enjoyable. You see... your enemies are our enemies, and I think we share a common goal. To rid ourselves of these nuisances. If you assemble your brood in the docking bay, I think we can help you."
The docking bay was build so that ships carrying aquatic specimens would merely have to open their ventral sides and drop their cargo down into a tank below. Well, the Space Pirate ship merely reversed this process and were prepared with tanks of their own. They were strange creatures at first, and reminded me of humans in the way they walked on two legs and had two arms. But they were nothing like humans.
We were freed from that station thanks to the Space Pirates, and that great ship of theirs transported us to the planet known as Zebes. It seemed a servant of the Federation had decimated their base once before. This massive explosion put a large crater on their planet, and huge amounts of water had flooded the hole. So much water that Mother Brain's servants did not have enough men to control it on their own. I did not care about the situation. All I knew is that we had a new home under the protection of the Space Pirates. I could not have asked for anything more.
This new position provided many opportunities to pay our debt back to Mother Brain. I birthed more offspring, and our large numbers made it easy to dig tunnels upon tunnels through this sunken wreck. It appeared that Mother Brain had plans for the Maridia area. We would be making a home for a gallery of her experiments. Most of them consisted of a creature known as a Metroid. This creature was nothing more than a parasite, too dangerous to be left alone.
Scientists of her own tried to duplicate the creature in order to make it more tame and controllable. It would be a long and difficult task to make it successful, and they had to keep the results safe while they worked. These "Mochtroids" were easily kept track of by my children, who watched all the major areas of Maridia. Our old home could never be replaced, but this was far better than any glass case without any sort of privacy.
I quickly became acquainted with the other servants of Mother Brain afterward. Like Kraid, Phantoon, and Ridley. Although any ally of Mother Brain is an ally of my own... it was easy to tell that the large monster known as Kraid did not take a liking to me at all. The ghost known as Phantoon could care otherwise but would not hesitate to make a fool of me when he could. But it did not matter, creatures like them would get what's coming. I've learned that no one is an exception to the rule.
The doctor got his death when he treated us like pets. The Federation would soon get what they deserved as well when the Space Pirates learned how to harness the power of the Metroid. And any creature belonging to the Federation that took a dive into the depths of Maridia would not live long enough to take in the view.
The aqua pirate recording my report soon stopped abruptly and shut his little computer. I couldn't believe it was over already. I had so much more to say about Mother Brain and-
"Where are you going?" I demanded.
"The Science Team needs this data immediately, to see how you are adapting to our environment." He huffed and under his breath, muttered. "What a windbag."
This... pirate probably thought I did not hear him. And what a sorry excuse for someone who's arms had tired. The next time he came back, we would feast upon his body for his insolence. Next time, the log will stop when I am done. Next time...
-End of Line
--Closing Draygon Log
---Next Entry: Mother Brain
--The Space Pirate Log Book
---Entry 5: The Maridia Leviathan, Draygon
The others say it's time for my daily worship of Mother Brain... how dare they mock such brilliance. For their sake, they should show more respect to me and their leader. They would be nothing without her guidance. They would all be the dregs of the universe if it weren't for her. But Ridley! Ridley understands... he understands her genius. That's why he is her most loyal subject. And my family and I are right behind him because of our dedication.
Mother Brain is a savior for what she has done for my children and I. We are in her debt for the rest of our being, and we will serve her faithfully and completely. If it weren't for her genius and her legions, we would have rotted in water tanks aboard a Federation space station a long time ago. A filthy place it was, whoever was caught in that orbiting rust bucket when the Space Pirates arrived got what they deserved. It's a shame I couldn't see all the chaos that ensued.
Zebes was not always my home you see. My family and I once resided on a planet completely submerged by water. With our hardened shells and superior numbers, we easily dominated every area of our watery home. There was never a moment when you were hungry, or fought for your next meal. It was a glorious time until the Galactic Federation appeared and ruined everything! Years and years were spent to take over that planet...and now they were robbing it from us!
This would the dawn of my hatred for this... Galactic Federation... and every time I would look upon one of them through the glass of my tank, it would only grow. By far the most arrogant of them all were the humans. Miserable, little two legged creatures that do not take kindly to water. But they were so easy to observe. So predictable, so simple. I picked up their language within weeks and within months I learned of their intentions.
They picked us for our potential. Our potential for learning and working alongside the countless wretches in their group. The many scientists on the station admired the incredible durability of our shell at great depths and resistance to their weapons. And what pathetic weapons they had. Missiles and lasers and who knows what. It was not enough to stop us. It was only their ability to harness electricity that enabled them to catch and control us.
So as they plucked us from the only home we knew, they began to place us in inadequate water tanks full of water I have never felt before. Dirty miserable water that was no where near the purity of our own planet's water. And that's where we sat as they stood around taking notes on their computers and whatever else they had. I thought it would never end. I tore at any human to approach my tank bearing food. I'd rather eat them than the pathetic fish they'd bring up from the surface. As if they could ever provide the same amount of nourishment we did on our own.
Draygon... a name I've grown quite accustomed too. It was given to me by one of their doctors who had his own name. Dr. Goring. This human seemed to be above the others. They would clear the room when he entered. They would do whatever he asked without a moments hesitation. They would trip over themselves to do his bidding. I could say, with a large stretch, that we had that much uncommon. This Dr. Goring and I both had many followers with their lives dedicated to us. The only difference was that my followers were my children, and his followers were completely unrelated. That disgusted me. To think you could rely on anyone else other than your own kin is absurd.
They were all like little smudges through the glass... The only time I could make them out individually is when they talked. But sometimes this was impossible over the droning of my children somewhere above and below me. Whatever they made the ship out of, it was prefect for carrying sound waves. We could already hear perfectly through the water. I could hear every one of their cries, whether it be of hunger or anger. The ghost Phantoon tried to explain an emotion called "fear" to me at one point, but I have not heard any such thing nor felt it.
This doctor would spend time talking to me as if I was his own kind. Can you imagine, the torture of listening to his sad pathetic tales for years on end? If his life was half as bad as he made it out to be, I wondered why he had not killed himself. Not one moment did I spend talking to him, not one. I could say though, that him or his underlings must have figured out that I had some ability to understand them. They just wanted a response. But they would get none.
For years we were toyed with by the Galactic Federation's minions. Whoever their leader was, they would pay one day for this. I could feel it. But one day, it was then Mother Brain's merciful legions came to liberate us from this prison. That day would be a celebrated event among us when it was over. So much so, that every one of my children know it by heart and can recite it at a moments notice. I believe this is where the hecklers get their ammunition to insult us.
The only thing that keeps Mother Brain from being a god is her mortality. But even that can be rectified, I heard.
The day the Space Pirates rescued us, there was an inch of water in the laboratory that overlooked my water tank. It moved any small objects around and short circuited control panels. At first I thought nothing of it. There were many incompetent creatures on the station. It had to have been one of their mistakes. That is why you should only rely on your own blood to get things done. But when the scientists failed to make their appointed rounds to check up on me. I knew something was happening.
This inch of water soon became a foot and it seemed like the whole station was flooding. It became so deep that the mysterious voice of some alien creature could reach me. I had never heard this voice before, but it would not be one I could forget. The foot high water was making it easy to communicate with me from their far off location.
"Who we are is not important at the moment. I think what is important to you is if you value your freedom from the likes of those who contain you. We're going to turn off the security force field that keeps you from breaking the glass. If we leave you from here, we think you'll do the right thing."
Suddenly the emergency drainage systems turned on, and this flood water was jettisoned out to space. It was an offer to good to be true. But the blue glow and hum that usually could be heard in my tank every single second of everyday subsided. Now only the glass remained. It was the only thing keeping me from those scientists. Whatever that voice came from had give me the chance I've always wanted. Then Dr. Goring came in with his staff, with his usual smirk. I waited for him to get as close the glass as I could stand.
"Good morning Draygon. We had a little flood problem, but it's been taken care of..."
His voice trailed off as he soon realized the force field was not up. His staff soon reached the same conclusion. But whatever they could have done was too little too late. It only took one crack with the weight of my shell behind me. To me, it seemed as if the water had just warped into the small observation room. Without the glass to blur my vision, I could see these humans in greater detail. Thin frail things they were, and Dr. Goring wasn't as ancient as I had expected.
Of course, none of that mattered. I crushed each and everyone of them under my weight or drowned them in an instant with the shattering of the glass. The water was red in no time, and the voice I had heard before returned.
"Doesn't that feel so right? We have a place you would fit in quite nicely. Once you're done flooding the rest of the laboratory decks. We'll explain more."
The hallways were too small for my size, but ramming into a couple of walls was more than enough to punch holes to other decks. I went on a rampage, and without the drainage systems, the water just kept coming. It wasn't long until I reunited with my children, and let them take part in the killing as well. Soon the station and all of it's inhabitants were gone, only we remained.
"We are the Zebesian Space Pirates." The voice returned. "We have a home for you on our world that I think you'll find enjoyable. You see... your enemies are our enemies, and I think we share a common goal. To rid ourselves of these nuisances. If you assemble your brood in the docking bay, I think we can help you."
The docking bay was build so that ships carrying aquatic specimens would merely have to open their ventral sides and drop their cargo down into a tank below. Well, the Space Pirate ship merely reversed this process and were prepared with tanks of their own. They were strange creatures at first, and reminded me of humans in the way they walked on two legs and had two arms. But they were nothing like humans.
We were freed from that station thanks to the Space Pirates, and that great ship of theirs transported us to the planet known as Zebes. It seemed a servant of the Federation had decimated their base once before. This massive explosion put a large crater on their planet, and huge amounts of water had flooded the hole. So much water that Mother Brain's servants did not have enough men to control it on their own. I did not care about the situation. All I knew is that we had a new home under the protection of the Space Pirates. I could not have asked for anything more.
This new position provided many opportunities to pay our debt back to Mother Brain. I birthed more offspring, and our large numbers made it easy to dig tunnels upon tunnels through this sunken wreck. It appeared that Mother Brain had plans for the Maridia area. We would be making a home for a gallery of her experiments. Most of them consisted of a creature known as a Metroid. This creature was nothing more than a parasite, too dangerous to be left alone.
Scientists of her own tried to duplicate the creature in order to make it more tame and controllable. It would be a long and difficult task to make it successful, and they had to keep the results safe while they worked. These "Mochtroids" were easily kept track of by my children, who watched all the major areas of Maridia. Our old home could never be replaced, but this was far better than any glass case without any sort of privacy.
I quickly became acquainted with the other servants of Mother Brain afterward. Like Kraid, Phantoon, and Ridley. Although any ally of Mother Brain is an ally of my own... it was easy to tell that the large monster known as Kraid did not take a liking to me at all. The ghost known as Phantoon could care otherwise but would not hesitate to make a fool of me when he could. But it did not matter, creatures like them would get what's coming. I've learned that no one is an exception to the rule.
The doctor got his death when he treated us like pets. The Federation would soon get what they deserved as well when the Space Pirates learned how to harness the power of the Metroid. And any creature belonging to the Federation that took a dive into the depths of Maridia would not live long enough to take in the view.
The aqua pirate recording my report soon stopped abruptly and shut his little computer. I couldn't believe it was over already. I had so much more to say about Mother Brain and-
"Where are you going?" I demanded.
"The Science Team needs this data immediately, to see how you are adapting to our environment." He huffed and under his breath, muttered. "What a windbag."
This... pirate probably thought I did not hear him. And what a sorry excuse for someone who's arms had tired. The next time he came back, we would feast upon his body for his insolence. Next time, the log will stop when I am done. Next time...
-End of Line
--Closing Draygon Log
---Next Entry: Mother Brain