After finishing a cold shower, Samus dried her hair; it had been a week since they sent the bodies away via escape pod, making sure to separate the bodies of her crew and the body of the Blood Metroid. Unfortunately, her gunship would always bare the scars of the attack: the living quarters would forever be destroyed; the main hold would always be burnt to a crisp; the various hallways would always have holes in them from the acidic blood; and maintenance would never be repaired.
After her zero suit was sliced and cut from the attack, she never wore it again. Instead, she wore a light green coat with a maroon shirt underneath and grey pants, an outfit she often wore when she was younger. While she changed, she noticed that all her wounds had become scars already. Before she finished changing, she ran her finger along the large scar that covered the length of her stomach.
When she entered the cockpit, she saw Peach sleeping in a chair next to her own. Like Samus, Peach's wounds had scarred over; most noticeably, there was a burn scare that covered her left arm and left leg. In addition, she had cut off most of her hair, as much of it had been burnt to a crisp. Samus left the cockpit door open as she sat down in her chair. Taking a breath, she said, "Adam, dim the lights. Open my logbook."
Captain's Log, Day 26
It's been nine days since my last update. Since then, I had discovered a new kind of Metroid on PM-18C. The Federation test facility nicknamed it a Blood Metroid. We were attacked by one on that planet, and we neutralized it.
After we left, I discovered that one of the Blood Metroids left behind infiltrated my gunship. In the hours that followed the discover, it matured into the Zeta stage of its development. The Blood Metroid tore through my crew, killing all but two: myself and Princess Peach.
I wanted to take the bodies back home with me, but I could not risk it. Marth, King Dedede, Rosalina, Little Mac, and Mario died because of me. I will have to live with that for the rest of my life. I myself have been physically maimed and scarred, not to mention any psychological damage done. However, losing my fingers is nothing compared to what happened to the rest of my crew; if we do not make it back, I want the record to show that I am sorry.
The bodies of my crew, as well as the body of the neutralized Metroid, have been left behind in space due to fear of contamination.
Food and water on board will only last Princess Peach and I two more weeks at most. Our power supply may only last us three more days. I have sent out a distress signal, but I doubt that any help will come. My navigation system has been down for several days, so I can only hope we're drifting in the direction of any life.
At least neither of us have to keep looking our shoulder anymore; there is no more direct threat to our lives. I have assured Princess Peach that she has nothing to fear anymore. There is a sense of peace and tranquility on board now. We can relax, or at least pretend to be.
This will be my final log before our power shuts down. We simply do not have enough power to write another.
This is Samus Aran, one of two survivors of the Blood Metroid attack, signing off.
"Adam, close my logbook and shut down; I need you to be around for as long as you can," Samus said. Her console responded, shutting down all but a few lights in front of the windscreen.
As she stared at the vastness of space in front of her, Samus' eyes became heavy. She sighed and kicked her feet up, closing her eyes. All she and Peach could do now was wait; they may run into life, either a space station or a planet. If they did not soon, they would have to keep waiting. For now, Samus thought, she could catch up on some sleep…