Okay, so I've already used Samus, Rundas, and Ghor's POV's. Now, it's time for Gandrayda!! Let's keep going, fans!!

What were these psychotic aliens talking about? ᾏРђѦ Ridley? What was 'wrong?' I shuddered inside for some reason, feeling as if I knew where the mysterious thing was going. I let go of the thought once it faded away into the fog, and low murmurs of concern began to travel around the crowded room. I caught a few of the whispers- "ᾏРђѦ... What troubles him?"

"Is it something with the Leviathan?"

"Samus! She must be here! Screwing with our Phazon source!"

I stopped listening, and felt someone's gaze on me. Turning, I found my old boyfriend Semblent studying me with his orange eyes. I fidgeted uncomfortably, remembering all too well the last time I met up with him. He and his platoon of Jovians had gotten smoked. How had he survived that attack?

I looked away, focusing on a glowing patch of my Phazite armor. I pricked off a little blue fungus, flicking it to the side and staring as Semblent came closer, looking at me hard.

I groaned under my breath. "What?"

He folded his arms, parting his lips to reveal his yellowish, sharp teeth. "Just examining your sheer beauty, Dray. That's all." he said in his tough, alluring voice.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. You're just checking me out." I glanced at the splatters of rain on the dome above my head.

Semblent chuckled, lowering himself on one leg. I gawked at him as he opened his palm to reveal a green, sparkling ring. My heart started to pound, pulse thudding loudly in my ears. "Gandrayda... Will you-"

I was pissed.

Semblent squealed shrilly once I kicked between his legs, and the jewelry in his hand clattered to the ground. He reached for his wounded parts, and I clenched my fists, hissing through my teeth, "That's for Rundas's memories, pervert!" I aimed a good punch on his sensitive, red spiked hair, and then once he swung his head back, kneed his jaw.

"Sakal!!" he Jovianly swore. "What is your beef, woman?!" His black blood was running out from his mouth, and it sprayed when he spoke.

"Hello? You asked me to get married!! I'm only twenty!! I would never even go down a Jovian street with a spoiled, mama's boy, prince like you!!" As Semblent raised his gaze towards me, I slapped him across the face, my hand electrified. He fell to the ground, in pain and whining.

In my anger, I reached down and pinched the Chromia on his neck in my fist, pulling if off madly. More blood spouted, and soon my hand and Semblent's back were soaked. He screamed, and I grabbed the pitiful lowlife by his leg, transforming myself into a strong Berserker Knight. Then, with a loud crash, threw him and the parasite through and out the window. His cries died away as he fell hundreds of feet down, and I giggled internally when I heard the splats as they both hit the bottom.

Then I turned to the others, turning back into myself again. "Any other sickos want a piece of me?!" I felt a little bad after saying that though, because they all were armed and freakishly huge. I received a lot of gun cocks and many knuckle cracks in response of my question. I gulped, but got in a fighting stance.

A challenger stepped forward, thought they were so deranged I couldn't tell what species it was. The body was so... crooked and bubbly... I pictured myself vomiting in my head. They towered a few feet over me, but I didn't back down. A bounty hunter never declines a job or a battle that's worth it. Wait... was this battle worth it?

Right when we were about to begin brawling, a loud clank came from next to me, and I looked to find Ghor with his plasma cannon aimed at the gross life form. His glare was toxic, and could've melted the guy's messed up face. "If you want a fight, you're coming to me."

The opponent popped their shoulders and neck (did it have a neck?!), laughing something low and in their throat. Then two of them started to assault each other, and Ghor was the quickest and most accurate. When he fired his gun, it made a nifty, hyped up fizzing sound, and blasted the curdling blue thing with crimson that ate away at the corrupting Phazon. I watched in giddy happiness, knowing that they were fighting over me.

Ghor shot the blobby thing for the final time, and it fell to the ground, boiling and moaning. The gathering all watched in twisted amazement. I grabbed Ghor's hand, exclaiming, "That was awesome!"


He looked proud, and squared his shoulders all man-like. "Why, thank you, Gandrayda. It was a duty I am glad to have paid-"

"Get them!! They aren't corrupted!!" Trace shouted, pointing towards Ghor and I with a dramatic finger. "We must make them follow in Mother's footsteps!!"

With a roar had the potential to shatter glass, the entire multitude of mutated aliens advanced on us like a wave. I screamed, and hugged Ghor's arm for dear life. He grinned, and with newfound strength, began shooting the groups with multiple plasma bursts. "Help me, Gandrayda, I can't do it myself!" he shouted over the yells and stomps.

I obeyed, hurling electric discs and zapping anybody who got too close. It was easy, and since the herd had nowhere to go, they couldn't protect themselves. We wiped out nearly a fourth of them in a single minute, and pushed through the torrent of ticked off bodies towards the door, and safety.

After slaughtering the entire half of the army, Ghor and I left the arena, and splashed through the acid rain and braved the heavy fog that had descended the landscape. I squinted through the thickness of clouds, my friend keeping a closed hand over my wrist to make sure we weren't separated.

"You doing okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "I'm great! What about you?"

"Just trying to find the location of Samus, Rundas, and U-Mos! I have no idea where the are!"

"We're supposed to find them? He never said that!"

"Well I have a hunch we should! After all-!!" Ghor cut off and skidded to a watery stop, twisting his head around. "Oh no!"

I looked with him, seeing through the murk five air ships land on our area, several dozen, multi-species aliens emerging from each. We went back to back, facing our assaulters and readying our weapons.

"Give up! You can't beat us! You are clearly outnumbered!" a heavily armored Space Pirate commanded, and I recognized the snarly voice of Weavel. He lengthened his energy sword, which was menacingly large now. "We have successfully overthrown the Galactic Federation, and you and Samus Aran have lost this war!"

We were both shocked to hear that, and lessened our attention for fighting. "What?" I said in disbelief, staring wide eyed at the insane bounty hunter.

"You've failed! You've been defeated! Come quietly so this won't be painful!" Weavel growled, a smirk shining bright beneath his visor.

Ghor straightened up taller. "I wouldn't be so sure, Weavel. You never know what the future may hold."

Now it was the traitor's turn to be surprised. "What do you-" cut himself off as all of his company fell to the ground, one by one. I watched the Chromia on their necks screech, detaching themselves making to escape. But, mid crawl, they each collapsed, curling in on themselves and shriveling into black crisps. "No! No! The Leviathan! It supports the Chromia life!" Weavel mourned loudly, holding his head and growing weak in the knees as well. "It can't be...! I can't be!! I... It..."

The armored Pirate sunk to the floor, his mechanical suit shutting down with an audible, mechanoid moan. He landed on his chest, and the area around us became quiet.

It even stopped raining.

I looked up to the Wotan. "How did you know?"
 He grinned, pointing to a monitor on his arm. "Got a transmission from Samus herself. The Leviathan is dying as we speak."

A wide grin started to creep its way onto my face. "You mean we still have a shot?"

He nodded. "Justice will prevail and all that stuff. Right?"

I laughed. Everybody was quoting Rundas lately. "Let's go find them!"

"Agreed."