The beast awoke in a web of wires and automatons. The gritty and almost derelict state of his current
whereabouts was home to him. The crude birth into the world did not feel new to Lord Ridley, the last
of the Space Pirate high command.
The reptilian nightmare peered about his roughly augmented frame, half his flesh now alloy plating and
calcified ore of a powerful sort. With a snarl of exhaustion, Ridley cut down the cables around his body
with one swoop of his talons.
Despite the chance at life once again, there was no pride to be found in the ways he was reborn. It
seemed that even with all of his power, that wretched hunter remained as his personal plague in the
galaxy, as a reminder of how much he relied on his petty underlings just to survive her attacks.
The last and most recent memory in his mind before current time, was being burned alive in the depths
of Norfair on planet Zebes. But like time and time again, here he was in a new shell.
The beast crawled from his massive medical table to see his surviving troops greet him outside the labs.
Head of the space pirate science team informed Ridley that the great Mother Brain was beyond repair
with the destruction of Zebes and only a few fragments of his DNA were able to be retrieved to revive
him. Ridley was in command now.
The dragon questioned in regard to the refined ore that made up part of his body. The answer he got
was a powerful mineral obtained by a few mining carts stolen from a colony of human miners.
Seeing an opportunity to heal some military wounds, Ridley commanded his minions to prepare ships
for an assault on this small colony and take the powerful minerals for themselves.