Samus stepped out of her ship. She noticed that Gregory was trying to follow her, and as an after thought touched the pad to close the door on the side of her ship. It slammed into place on her ship, sealing Greg inside. She smirked a little under her helmet, as she heard a small ding from him running into the door.
But that was a feeling for another time. She dropped to the floor, and walked calmly toward the inhabited part of the station. Her leg-enhancements clicking on the metal floor.
She uttered command after command for different types of scans, but the suit didn't seem to be cooperating with her.
"Display a schematic of the station," she commanded, patiently. "Data does not exist," it responded, text on her visor.
"Yes it does. Display a schematic of the station from the back-up file," she commanded again.
"Data does not exist."
"Oh! Fine then you stubborn piece of tech! Conduct a new scan of the station, and display the data on the visor!" she screamed inside her helmet. This was becoming annoying. How could data on her suit be affected this way? It wasn't like anyone-
"Hardware not present. Please replace scanner and retry."
Samus searched her thoughts for what could have happened. She didn't even know it was possible to pull out the suit's scanner. How could it have fallen out?
Sam stopped dead in her tracks; "System reboot. Hardware on manual control. Cease all higher functions. Password: Kelrunichanrouk caweenukri," she said hastily.
"System rebooting…" it displayed, ticking the dots away.
"WARNING! WARNING! CONNECTION STILL ACTIVE! PLEASE DISCONNECT NETWORK BEFORE PROCEEDING!" It scrolled.
The air in the suit began to expel and she began to depressurize in her own suit. She just sighed as she concluded what had happened for certain.
The warrior took off her helmet immediately and gasped for air. Here eyes were glowing still, but now they had taken on a dark sheen. She turned around and began walking to the other side of the docks, stomping and putting dents in the floor.
The flatulent sound of her suit expelling gas through artificial/biomechanical valves wasn't the only thing that she was angry about.
She tapped the side of her leg, and her un-spent pistol offered itself to her. She took it and flipped the safety off. She was pissed, and she wasn't going to back down this time. And she wasn't going to show pity, or mercy. This was the last straw.
She came to the mechanic's station at the far end of the docks, and found the resident mechanic tinkering with something.
She pulled his shoulder, throwing him to the wall with her still enhanced physical prowess. Before he had the chance to scream out, she jammed the gun to his forehead.
"What. Did. You. Do. To. My. Suit."
The man smiled, and held up his arm, slowly. It looked normal, but from the minor scuff just now, a section of skin had been ripped off. His arm was metal now; an artificial limb.
"You'd be surprised how helpful it's been to me. I couldn't find components small enough, or power cells that lasted any real amount of time. But the parts in your suit? They were perfect. The seemed like they were designed for….what is that annoying sound?" he asked, as the valves in her suit continued to belch. She put her foot up to his neck, and held him there.
She punched a few keys on her now gun arm, and she found exactly what he had taken.
Two stabilizers, a capacitor for emergency life support, three of the four processors, and the entire positronic brain. It was the most important gizmo of her suit, regulating all power allocation and biomechanical functions. It also happened to be the hard-drive, and the main nexus through which all of the other hardware was interfaced.
She punched a few more keys, and using the few spares he'd left her, sent out a signal from her suit. It vibrated against her chest, as the ultra low frequency sound boomed out from her.
The mechanic, who'd been smiling, now grimaced, as a pain covered his face. His arm that he'd been holding so proudly, now began to convulse. Pieces of skin began to fall, liquefied by the heat that it was generating.
She tapped a button on the breast-plate, and the compartment in her chest opened, faintly similar to a shot-gun muzzle. The round chamber was on the right side of her armor, and the metal had slid back and aside.
Samus had been taught the powers of the Chozo, but she had never used them the same way. She couldn't meld with a tree, or gnaw on a rock, making it into a nut while she chipped at it. Her powers were different, in a way. A point in her head hurt a little under the strain, but a feat of telekinesis ripped all of the stolen parts out of the coward's arm, and they slid into the chamber. She closed her eyes, and sent them to the correct places to be re-assimilated into her suit.
Her suit was bio-mechanical; an organism in its own right, though it had been configured to serve, and not to survive. It would re-attached parts of itself of its own accord, but it couldn't put them where they needed to be for that to happen, and it didn't have a mind of its own.
As the parts came back under its control, the suit stopped expelling gas out with no real reason for it.
The positronic brain and a few other parts jumped out of a box on the corner of the man's work-desk; and they were covered in filth.
Samus saw it; and snarled in disgust. It was one thing to use her suit's parts; it was quite another to mistreat them.
She spun them in the air; all of the oil and grime falling off, and they too assimilated into the suit.
What was left of the man's arm hung limply, sparks falling off every now and then. Samus took her pistol off of his forehead. She turned to leave; and heard a scuffle, not unlike a boot on the floor.
She threw her elbow out and spun; she caught the thief in the stomach. She growled, "I don't have time for this." He fell down, unconscious.
She turned, and took off at full speed.
As she ran down the docks toward the station proper, she began tapping controls on her left arm. Making sure that the gun would fire. Her pistol was almost out of a charge; she had maybe two or three shots left.
As she started coming toward the entrance, she saw a contingent of those aliens coming to reclaim the docks. And they saw her.
"Crap." She spat.
They opened fire; blasts of plasma scaring ships and floor alike. Samus jumped; her legs carried her high into the air. She started firing the moment she was off the ground.
Her arm blaster fired round after round; each one hit the ground right next to the squad.
"Crap."
The cannon on her arm wasn't aligned right; and in the air, the distance and wind-speed was constantly changing; she'd never hit them this way at all.
The were in formation; and one was brandishing a bigger weapon. It was aiming the device at her.
Samus reacted by pulling her pistol; and aiming.
The opposing gun fired; a solid missile came out. Samus fired twice. The first one hit the creature with the heavy artillery.
The second one hit the missile.
The entrance to the station proper exploded. A great wind began sucking Samus down. "Pressurize!" she snapped to the suit. The hair vents snapped closed. A readout of her air supply appeared on the screen, just as she saw the airlocks slamming closed.
Samus landed on the other side of the new ravine; right next to her salvation, but so far away. "Air-time left?" she asked her suit.
"20.3 minutes."
"Crap."
She had twenty minutes to get inside the station from another way. She put her right hand on the airlock, yearning for the air beyond. It was two, two and a half inches away; but behind such heavy armor that even small meteorites moving at thousands of miles an hour couldn't puncture. And if she did somehow manage to puncture it; it would just leak out all the air that was left.
She turned around, and looked down at the missing section of the bulk-head. Below her was a sea of stars, beautiful and silent. Samus sighed. She could appreciate the beauty, but she needed to get out and find an airlock that wasn't emergency locked.
She took a step out, and plunged into the dark night. The artificial gravity pulled her through the gap and into space. She reached out, and grabbed the edge of the mangled middle. The momentum turned her and slammed her into the exterior of the station. "Engage repair boots," Samus commanded.
The feet of her bio-mechanical legs snapped to the hull with a strong thud. She looked around; she was on the 'bottom' of the station, but there could still be some access.
"Fifteen minutes remaining."
She didn't see any accesses, and she was running out of time. If she didn't get hit by a stray cloud of cosmic rocks, she was bound to suffocate. And she made it a point to complain about it over and over again.
"NO! I can't just shoot this cannon straight. I had to blow a damn hole into space. 'Would you like it easy Sam?'. 'No thanks, I think I'll just take the hard way.'"
She searched for ten minutes and found nothing. But, she just as she was about to sit down and quietly suffocate, she spotted something.
With a jump and a skip, she was over to a large pipe. Not quite large enough for her to squeeze through with her armor on, but it was a start. "Okay, if there's a pipe here, than there must be an access port ri-"
Her sentence was interrupted by a blast hitting the station below her. He turned and looked above the station's hull; a ship was aiming at her.
You can't hear anyone sneak up on you in space.
Samus jumped to the left, and pulled her pistol. She aimed and pulled the trigger. She was rewarded with…a click. It was dead. The gunship aimed and fired again. She just barely dodged it.