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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! Lots (as in four inches, SO SCARY *rolls eyes*) of snow has made me rather motivated to:

-Write this chapter

-Read the Metroid manga and then the Nintendo Power comics

-WILLINGLY playing Metroid: Other M

-Crying after beating Metroid: Other M and then eating ice cream

-Get a new fuzzy creature!

-Have a crazy Hetalia x Legend of Zelda x Metroid x Halo role play with my favorite humans, somehow it seemed to work and was hilarious

I'm going to say it in the beginning note- thank you MerToTheCado for being as nice as to mention me in your latest chapter of your FanFiction. Also, I kind of got the game wrong in which this takes place after. It should take place somewhere after Super Metroid. Also, this chapter is really short due to a lack of ideas for their interactions... anyways, WE RIDE AT DAWN!

I was slightly disappointed with the bleakness of the "battle". What to do, what to do. No new leads as to Dark Samus' location, no interesting things to talk about, I don't even need to polish my power suit. Not like I could find a way to spark any conversation with Adam or Cortana, they were oh so occupied with trying to find something to work with, and John, please, I could get a rock to say more to me.

I wonder if there was a specific reason he was so quiet though. Sure, so many years of training and a lack of proper socializing would make a person withhold their thoughts, I should know, but he was almost mute. It could be because of not seeing each other for so long and not knowing what to talk about. Well, there wasn't anything to talk about in the first place. That solves my problem I guess.

How would there be any sort of relationship if I didn't know anything about him though? Relationship. I laughed at myself for even using the word. I wanted to at least try and work with what I had; I was never one to quit, even in something as meaningless as love.

"Were you an only child?"

"Yes, why?"

"I was just wondering. Do you consider your fellow Spartans to be like siblings?"

"Very much so, as do they to I."

"Must be a great feeling, to know you have someone there for you."

"Were you an only child… Before the massacre?"

"No, I had a younger brother named Solomon, he was two. He probably didn't…" I never liked to say the word or anything that meant it. I didn't remember much of my brother, but I do remember that I loved him more than anything.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's fine, people die. Things die, it's part of life ironically enough."

"What were your parents like?"

"My parents? My mother was a nurse and my father went into construction after accumulating an injury to one of his legs when protecting one of the outer colonies whilst in the Galactic Federation... I'm not exactly sure what branch."

"You have an outstanding memory if you could remember that and you were only three."

I laughed. "No, I searched extensively for it when I was younger."

"I don't remember much of my parents except for my mother. She was always smiling, even in the worst of situations."

"It's strange how you just remember the small things like that, isn't it?"

"I can give you an explanation for that." Cortana commented.

And thus the conversation ended. It's funny how I started wanting to know more about him, and ended up explaining more of my life (something I'd rather not do). It was like he had a natural shield against being the center of attention, unless he was saving humanity in which case he couldn't avoid it; no one that fought for what's considered right by the eyes of the public went unnoticed.

I sighed, slouched in my chair, and crossed my arms, a feeling of absolute boredom and slight tiredness lingering in my mind. Would I ever get him to come out of his shell? Eventually, I hope, for the sake of my sanity and…

It escaped me how someone could fall asleep so quickly. It wasn't as if the exploration of the planet and the Covenant vessel had been too tiresome earlier, or at least in my perspective. Then again, I'm not very aware of the extent of her augmentations. Cortana had read a great deal about her, and I couldn't grasp why she has taken a sudden interest in the bounty huntress, partially because of her great dislike previously. She wasn't exactly sure herself how much the Chozo had changed Samus during her youth, or at least that is what she testified.

I could almost sense the discomfort she had talking about her family. How unnerved she was about it makes me feel as if it's a blessing to be able to ignore my own thoughts and feelings about my past. Well, ignore my thoughts and feelings in general. How many times that has saved me from potentially killing traitors and captured enemies, I do not know.

"John, could I speak with you for a second? I know it's a little early to be planning for after the extermination of Dark Samus, but we have an assignment waiting for you." Cortana said in a hushed voice.

I stood up and walked over to the various screens that Cortana "stood" on. She gave the basic outline of the job, then the more exstensive details. I listened, but not with much concern as I knew I would be briefed on this upon my return. Truth be told, I wasn't concerned with my return as much as I thought I would be.

The reason I played Metroid Other M was due to a lack of hearing other humans (yes, I am that lonely that I played a mediocre game). As Samus tries to get to know John better, I'm going to get to know you better (but not on such an in depth level). My question to you is this: what is the first game you played in the Metroid series and the first in the Halo series? Just private message me, or put your answer in a review, or whatever you want. Goodbye for now, reader, and don't get eaten by a purple space dragon in the meantime.