De'Tan was tired. The Shinarr had taken heavy damage in hyperspace, and was now little more than a eight-hundred-thousand ton coffin. Everybody on board had been killed, except for him, by Metroid Prime Alpha. Soon, he too, would pass away. He had to work quickly. His time was limited, and he had to record his last wish.

"Begin recording session." he told the computer. "Save this message in the main data core, and in all subordinate computer systems." He waited as the computer executed his commands and readied itself for the task it would perform. I can't believe it's come to this. After all these years of succesful conquest. The computer console beeped. It was ready.

"Greetings, to whoever finds this message." He began. "I am De'Tan, Chief Researcher of the warstation Shinarr." He began coughing loudly, blood flowing from his mouth. De'Tan grabbed a hypospray equipped with a medicine to help stop the flow of blood. Unfortunately, it would also kill him much faster. But it had to be done.

"I don't have much time left," he continued. "but I must make sure that everything that has transpired here is not forgotten." He coughed again, but no blood came this time. "You may have already seen the videos from the security cameras, and already know of the biological and mechanical monstrosity that is Metroid Prime Alpha, and the destruction that it can bring." De'Tan shook his head. "After I released it on my comrades, I was placed under it's command. Everybody I killed, everything I destroyed, all of it was the direct result of it's control over me. By the time I was able to counter this, it was too late. The Shinarr was beyond repair, the few lingering people died before I could treat them, and..." He paused and closed his eyes. A lone tear ran down his cheek. "Lirtatha, my people's homeworld, had been destroyed by the Kriken. Now, the Space Pirates are scattered across the galaxy, reduced to failure like others before us." De'Tan clenched fists and shuddered with anger. His eyes became slits, and lit anew with a burning flame that seemed to consume his face. "That, is why I haved recorded this message. My final desire, is that you would take Metroid Prime Alpha, my last creation. Use it to annihilate the Kriken and all that they stand for. Galactic Federation, Space Pirate, Vozon, I don't care who you are. Administer justice on our behalf, before they destroy what's left of the galaxy." De'Tan went into another coughing fit that would never stop. He wheezed out "End message." before finally dying.

De'Tan's image disappeared, leaving the air in front of Samus empty.

"Was that it?" Samus asked Cenir.

"That was it." The man confirmed. "That, is the reason the Kriken have targeted Earth. They fear Metroid Prime Alpha."

"But the Galactic Federation doesn't have it."

"Nobody has it. Nor does anybody know where it is."

"So, does that mean you're going to have me look for it?"

"No. I never intended for you to find it. I merely needed you to pull that information from the Shinarr."

Samus raised an eyebrow. "The point being?"

"It's too early to tell you at the moment. All will be revealed later when we can guarantee our transmission won't be disrupted again. Rip that message from the data core, and store it someplace safe. I'll need it for when we meet."

"And when will that be?" She asked, performing her task.

"All in good time."

Samus sighed. "I wish you'd stop being vague about this."

"Then I would have to stop being Cenir."

"True." she agreed.

Samus returned to her ship, the trip back being uneventful and silent. She detached the ship from the docking ring, and sped away from the station. As the distance between her and the Shinarr grew, the light in her eyes, and the tingling in her neck faded to nothingness. She could breathe easily again, with the pressure of finishing the mission gone.

"Don't get too comfortable, Samus. It's time for you to start the real work."

"No kidding? What you just had me do was not for someone of my skill level. Give me an asteroid filled with Kriken or something."

Unbeknownst to Samus, Cenir had risen an eyebrow. "Interestingly enough, that's incredibly close to what your destination is."

Samus scowled. I didn't mean it. But she didn't say that.

"Bring up your galactic map."

Samus complied.

"You remember the area I showed you in our earlier meeting?"

"Of course." Samus pointed to an area near the galaxy's core. "It's right there. The location of Renick's old ship."

"Right, but you'll be heading to the old IBHA station instead." An area two lightyears away began blinking, and magnified itself. "It's overrun with Kriken at the moment. They claim to be scientists trying to gain information about the Omicron-class Metroids. But they're actually building a Phazon reactor. The same one De'Tan wanted to install in the Shinarr seven years ago."

"How did they find the plans for that?"

"They didn't. They stole them during the Betrayal. Many failures have held them back, but this time, they're actually going to finish it. I want you to steal the schematics and destroy the reactor."

"Why not steal the reactor itself?" Samus engaged the hyperdrive, and shot into multicolored oblivion."Surely you don't mean to build a completely new one by yourself."

"I have no intention of building anything." Cenir corrected. "I merely have need of the schematics."

"Then can you tell me what you'll do with them?" She asked.

"No. Or at least not yet."

Naturally.