The Entrusted I

She came down in no real hurry, there was some showmanship in her descent, she fell with elegance, turning herself over in a flip casually, she was confident of her landing, with the pupils of her highly responsive eyes catching everything, a long pull of the sight all around her, everything and everywhere perfectly without distillation or blur.

She was coming down fast, but so meticulously was the detail she gathered it didn't feel like she was falling.

Then the feet made contact with the hard rock of Zeebes, her newly adopted world. She didn't even so much as flinch, she admired her own physique it was getting better every day. It was a long time since she was a small child trying to desperately inhale just to survive.

Now she stood on a world where the number of G's was meaningless to her. Her moment of self-love was cut short by the object that called upon her. A silvery orb, there was a light blue orb emitting from it's centre. No bigger than her head and it's voiced was electronic with no definitive accent or tone though some words did veer towards a more feminine sound. Not an approving one.

'Samus'

'...Overseer'

The elaborate fall wasn't without reason, it wasn't about setting limits or feeding that inner craving of the daredevil thrill that was within her, but a silent gesture of prowess to a machine that made barbed comments of her intellectual inferiority. It once described her as a "challenged species". In return Samus showcased her own physical possibilities, the freedom of movement, the physical boast of her strength and remark on the beauties and wonder Zebes had to offer. Things a dull limbless orb could never posses or apperciate. Samus was quiet about her displays but she knew what the machine thought and that the dislike was mutal.

'Samus' Trying to correct her quickly. 'You know my name. Child'

The jibe was brushed aside, it wasn't belittling the jibe was a dagger remark to the aspect of her childhood, scared, alone, dying. She did not acknowledge the overseer the decency of respect so neither would the "overseer"

'Apparently not'

It was again another day of tense dislike, it did not stop Zebes being her retreat, though it was one of the things that stopped her calling it fully her home.

'I am not here to exchange with your issues. My creators have called for you in the astrology. I suggest you be efficient with your punctuality this time.'

Walking past 'it' She gave no eye contact, if it had a shoulder there would be a brush of contact past it. She heard the machine speak again and this time Samus was genuinely surprised.

'Samus.' The overseer said in a tone that was close to frank as it can get 'Despite what you may think I do regret what happened to the Iono-Feria's. You may think actions like that were uncalled for. And maybe you were right, perhaps that does make you the superior out of you and me'

Though there was a compliment there was something unnerving to how the machine viewed things in her spectrum, they were either superior or inferior. While Samus was confident of her own strength and abilities and wanted to show she was the best, it was never at the point of implying herself as "superior" she still held back from such viewpoints for there was always someone better...or worse, her thoughts echoed to that darker time in her childhood and was promptly shut of.

'I'm not superior, and I don't hate you but...thank you'

In her mind it seemed the machine wanted to call a truce between a war that was evident but never openly fought. Maybe she did owe the machine it's proper name. She moved quicker towards the near skeleton staffed facility of the Chozo, looking around ifirstly for her pet but the thing was hiding again despite her best calls.

The elaborate area housed by now just two, Grey Voice and Old Bird who rescued her of her first home world, and Platinum Chest who she met here. He had not been in contact in the last twelve hours, but the machine had reassured them all he left a message just recently that he was coming back soon. Thinking about it guessed the summoning was perhaps news or unsettlingly, a sad confirmation of Platinum Chest. She never called them by their true names, as silly as it was the names she initially came with as a child because she couldn't pronounce them stuck with them over time. Patient, endearing, they had raised her with knowledge and strength during her stay. Never at one stage did she think about beyond the world, she felt safely secluded in her own dependence, but never knowing in heart that dependence came from the two beings that had raised her since childhood. There was nothing beyond that but whenever that thought came it was pushed aside for an assumption that when it happens. Every day was a when and not one was 'now' She never thought of today being anymore different till she saw the Old Bird and Grey Voice disagreeing with each other in a stern fashion she never seen from them. There was a map showing a star, it had words in their writing she could translate to Soell.

'Fathers?'

Asked the concerned Samus, her fathers looked at her and briefly forgot their heated whispering to each other, Old Bird the more conscientious of the two felt almost apologetic in that he have displayed a tone that made his adopted child look unsettled.

'Samus' What are you doing here? You were not asked.'

'Mo-That machine said you called for me'

Old Bird shook his head with some disapproval and not the 'machine' seamless error but at his protege.

'It is sentient Samus, has the right for a name as you. You deny the rights by refusing to admission the identity.'

'I'm..I'm sorry'

Grey Voice, the taller made it blunt to his fellow kin now that he saw an opportunity to address an issue Sanus had been unaware of.

'We are short of time, we need to tell her.'

'Tell me what?' Samus expressed worry and she saw Soell again in the map. Old Bird sighed wearily.

'Samus, daughter of Rodney and Virginia. We are proud to have helped you, healed you. But we cannot take the credit that you have given us.'

'There is more' added Grey voice 'The moment we brought you here we noticed something, different, that we shouldn't had avoided addressing for so long'

She didn't look confident 'I am you, right? Aren't I chozo as well?'

'Samus' Said Old Bird 'You are, but what has been revealed before and now has verified that you-'

'You have become more, our discoveries have made you something you will have to quickly bear. You've become our entrusted. Our chosen.'

'Chosen? But..but for what, I've done nothing to'

'This isn't about that, it'll be difficult for you to understand but you are an evolutionary sign of what's coming...raising you with our knowledge was not coincidental, Your stay was more then an extension Samus.'

Grey Voice then pointed "soell" 'And this is the makings of something we had dread would repeat itself. Had Platinum Chest not been missing we would had time to tell you about this, we'd have everything ready, but his absence has disrupted all that. He was sorting arrangements with an ally to deal with this'

'You must trust us Samus, our upbringing you here had become a protection on your behalf. Now with this development, we will need you and for you to trust us'

With a tap of his staff a circumference of light emitted from both the ceiling and the floor materializing was a suit, all samus' eyes could see was gold and a weapon for an arm. Hypnotized by what she saw she walked to it. She had no idea how this would work. There was something righteous, strong willed about it. It felt like a spiritual reflection of her strength, the hand gripped on the canon. As well as an extension of her anger. The dark moments of her childhood came alive and the possibilities flashed of vengeance that she not needing to be at peace with powerlessness. She was surprised that she still had that feel and it alarmed her fathers that she still shown it. Noticing their fears, she bowed her head apologetically for that fear.

'I'm sorry fathers'

'You won't understand it now my child' Said old bird with some sadness 'But our reluctance to admit comes with a risk, but for now trust us, this suit will help you, you will become infused and experience power like no other. That power is needed more than ever but without courage and wisdom there is only misuse.'

Grey Voice agreed.

'We will leave shortly with a earlier than planned rendezvous with the Galactic Federation, our ally is a human called Adam Malkovich, from him will come a plan to stop the madness in Soell and to end the increasing pirate raids for good. It is in secret however'

'But why?'

'If they found about you Samus then the consequences could be severe for your and your kind. This Adam is the closest we have to a trusting individual.'

'We have brought you up for this Samus' Added Old Bird 'Ultimately the choice is yours. It is your right as a sentient to decide'

There was a wrestled issue in her mind, entering the flay of violence after spending so long sheltering from it but it seems the universe cannot hide from the sadistic violence of others. She turned to the suit.

'No one of my own people have fought for me...but I will fight for both of you. I owe that much'

She wanted to added something else when reaching out for the suit willing to accept the mantle and the responsibility it brought and for a flicker of a second she heard some kind of whisp, a speeding sound of something big. The Chozo caught on, Grey Voice hosting a barrier of energy around the room and Old Bird shouted something to Samus but the words were forever lost by the screeching detonation and murderous force that followed. Blackness overwhelmed but she was aware, in a state of screaming over and over, triggered terrors of the nuclear detonation from her homeworld.

The descreated pirates.

The long dead bodies of her once friends and neighbours.

The blast that engulfed her mother's remains.

And the same blast that killed that 'thing'

Throughout the ordeal she could see nothing just that veil of dark depth without shape, a void of motion and sensory, her mind carried on screaming wanting to move and live and not suffocate in the dark.

With no warning piercing light broke across the horizon of the dark. Her eyes battered open with the sudden influx of burning yellow, thick smell of dirt and fire burned her nostrils then she felt a sickening sensation, a smell of death. Her eyes now fully exposed to her hellish surroundings, there was a collapse of the structure, chozo, with rock and other materials breaking in and there she saw the still, her fathers no more but martyrs of her life. She screamed, tears streamed her hurt cheeks, her sanity torn by a few minutes of horror.

She pulled herself up not thinking of how much weight of rubble was brushed off or how it was done and knelt down beside them shaking them gently hoping for them to come around, hope a miracle. She whispered to them desperately, speaking on behalf of that same child that was left for dead now was faced with a most horrible of vice versa with the child in the body of a young woman trying to awaken her fathers with nothing but tearful pleas.

In the midst of her grief she noticed the gold on her, at first she didn't give a damm before it clicked to her that the armour had infused onto her. It came clear what happened, they brought her time, hoped it had worked, and she was here proof of it. She didn't know what this suit could yet do, her instinct was to get out, then her mind turned solely on the gun and if it was fuelled by her sudden violence turned to the rubble and fired a swift shot of burning energy it had melted a hole effortly. It was enough for her to make an advance to get through. She fought her way out, punching and clawing her way through debris, it started to cave into her but she screamed back in furious rage, breathing heavily, seething and death driven in mindset tearing rocks out of the way till she stumbled and fell outside. She rolled uncomfortably before an awkward landing, the suit she wore looked damage but it bore the brunt that made her survive. She looked round to what or who did this!

Her eyes saw something it was nearly beyond her sight but it had a distinct shape her nightmares would not make her let go. It was flying away, she could make out the outline of the head of the tape and she dropped to despair and anguish. She was sure it was dead, why wasn't it dead? Why? WHY?

Despite the strength, her survival, she felt it was all gone, everything and the only thing alive was that nightmare. She saw something further in the back, some kind of ship. It was a monster flanked by other alien vessels, they were not pirates in mark but they were with them so to her they were all the same and she dug her hand deep thinking about killing everyone of those bastards. She did not know how they got to this world, but she'll avenge everyone! What she desired of justice was it the same her fathers had wanted? She was trying to reason herself that was the case when a image flashed on her hand, a holo depiction of a ship, she wiped her face, it was showing a map towards an escape. She'll go get off here, find Adam and come back and them all pay. She will strive to survive just so that she can kill.

Her mindset was entrenched with her own resolve, spiralling into something more terrible that only the resistance soft animal call woke her rationalie briefly, it was a sound of a creature she adopted and like her adapted in a way to survive her now leaving world. She was recognized that fleeting call and began pulling away rubble upon rubble searching with increasing desperation.

Don't die! Please! Pyonchi!

She feared the soft bleating noise that followed would be the last, she worked hard, her body sore was now screaming in agony but she ignored. Then she could hear it louder, she was close, the taste of hope was there, pulling more and more till. It looked at her the strange creature, soft eyes critter that resembled between species of a rabbit and a another she hadn't seen herself.

'Pyonchi!' her name to it and one that meant everything to her.

It looked at her hurt and wanting care and she just picked it up and hugged, there was something to salvage when want of blood was put aside. She allowed herself to weep briefly before resuming to find the ship, it was further from where that dark vessel was in the sky and from there she'd find Adam and return.

She remembered that, the pain of six years still plagued her, from her return to Zebes, the resolve and the end of her nemesis...and she was still without peace. In part knowing of what she had done to achieve it.

Beside her was the steadfast companion Pyonchi, still the same shape and size, same strange ears and tail. It did have a bit of a hubble, it was getting old but as Samus was still young Pyonchi seemed to be entering that age many would one day have to accept. For now it nestled by her as she looked at the trio of stars in the distance of the world she came to. Stars of a traingular formation were rare, in Chozo history this was a sign of diety influnce, and they existed, as well as one. Zebes was her last call of action, she was entrusted and she failed that duty. Everything from that day was a commitment to be here. For answers. For her own peace,

'Shh' She said stroking her pet to sleep, she knew of her fathers lore, their culture and religion. Raised around their ways but she ultimately embraced their followings as her own, the only things she cared to remember about her humanity was her parents and the world that was her own, for a time. Despite her personal victory nothing came back for her, there was no satisfaction and she was not welcomed particularly by Adam. Apart from the occasional bounty she was more the withdrawn, no family, no fathers and no feel of association of her own kind. To her they were just the unassuming passing strangers, with the exception of Adam, to all those who entrusted her, her betrayal of that wounded him the most and she regretted it...

The universe she was cast in, the expectations of her responsibilities was not what she had expected, the petty political squabbles between from human government to the other, warring races, despite her determination to make a difference nothing good came, thinking about it everything good in her life was like an illusion in that it never lasted. Zebes was the tipping point and in her head she envisioned her fathers turning away from her in disgust. Morally she was lost. Her entire way of living had been dictated by the influence from those outside her control, she wondered her place in all of this? The only thing she had was a pet and memories, but even this was fleeting she thought grimly, for how long before everything she had would just be a memory as well.

This place, the world circling the three stars was her only option, she didn't think this place actually existed, while she was devoted to what her father's follwed, even some of what she read must had been intentionally exaggerated, but the listing of such a place did ultimately prove to be true even though the search was...extensive.

According to the the Chhozo these suns in a triangular formation answered to the wish or desire of the prayer of the who approached them. Regardless of the nature of the desire there would be an answer to it. For many days Samus had returned to this spot to mediate, cross-legged on the ground her hands mimicking a trianglar arc when pressed to each other as she muttered over and over in the language of her fathers. Every day she bore the exposed burning air and long days of light on her face and her suit, and each day she tried. According to lore this was the place where desires where answered, most notably when a race born of stars sought where to find a home that they came here and recieved their answer.

Samus wanted a simple request, to hear her fathers one again, regardless of how short lived it would be, she needed assurance and direction in this universe, despite the years Zebes did not free her of her memories, that haunting sight when Old Bird and Grey Voice lives were extinguished by could not forget the smell or fully silent the atrocities on K-2L, or remove the image of that monster she sure was dea. Her fingers twitched and every now and then a sound not familiar to her would unsettle her greatly. She missed them and despite the days and hours there was no answer and no voice. This was her fourteenth day here, fasting, mediating and now with a spirit too tired to deny, has finally admitted there was nothing here for her, she had enough.

'Come on' She said to Pyonchi, her sigh was deep but she accepted the answer for what it was and made a start to her vessel, if only she could take things with a casul stride like her pet, her hand gave a sudden twitch but she clenched it tight, the time meditating seem to have gotten to her while making her return, it involved crossing a terrained slope that was more difficult getting up then down but she took the slow way. She could just jump all the way down but she wasn't forgetful as to where she was, even if had turn out to be nothing she would still respect this place. Eventually she reached a reasonable flat terrain with the ship in sight and exposure to the suns had returned, her hand felt to twitch again with her flexing her grip in responce to ignore it before noting a slow cooling dip of her own warmth inside her. She slowed down, despite the exposure to the suns she was starting to feel a cold blanket of a presence. It was an unsettling and disturbed feeling with a gut instinct of dread, it came so suddenly that she had no answer for it only to search around looking for one. Besides the confused look of her small companion, she saw nothing save her own shadow.

Then her eyes remained transfixed to it watching as it silently creeped her out. It was growing, feeding on the light and making it's darkness stretch out even this unfurled she remained entirely stationary, the shadow had no recognizable shape, no imitation of herself it had become a ever growing long point of direction. Going further up on various level of ground it eventually slowed to a halt. Pointing towards a direction in the sky and was baffled why that direction, why this answer?

She knew why. There was another desire, one that was still with her during her meditation but she did not think that would be the thought that resonated with her the most. Her desire was to speak to her fathers for one last time, but it seemed it was not that strong of a wish.

The question she wanted to bury but unable to silence was one that resonated with her anger, uncertainity and fear.

Was Ridley dead?

The direction of the shadow made it clear he wasn't, Far from it. No words could describe that well of her blood boiling and raging at the knowledge. It also meant the pirates still had a leader and were a threat and that she had a reason to fear them once again.

The shadow needed to give no words for the direction. Samus she knew where the shadow led to. Leading her to dread what awaited her if she chose to return.

She could always say no, she did before. The problem was she knew what that led to.

AN:

This wasn't an easy chapter to write, I will say first that I have been held up by a lot of work projects something that has to be prioritized over things like this.

Secondly this wasn't the intended chapter, I was going to do Lian II but I felt I needed to establish Samus, where she was, both location, state of character and of her own history and place in this story. Ridley's was established so it was time to reveal the other side as well.

(Also Master chief has been established in this so I would address samus at some point)

A lot of Samus material here is based from the manga for several reasons, one was to do something different. There is some other material as well that will get revealed as time passes by. I also want to expand on samus character based on existing material this includes the time of her upbringing with the chozo which raises questions on would she had followed Chozo religion (if they had one) Does she feel more alien then human etc

Quick note, Overseer is an alternative name for a metroid antagonist (used in metroid fusion) which I stuck for now as I wanted to avoid overuseing the main name. The "overseer" did destroy the Iono Feria, I believe in background they were native lifeforms to Zebes. You have to bear with me as I no longer have the Metroid manga in my possession or access to.

Also there is a nod in this chapter to another nintendo franchise if you noticed it.

Next chapter will be Lian II and proper introduction of the chief.