Michaels, a slightly obese man of about 40 years of age sat at the controls, swiveling about in his chair while reading a magazine filled with pictures of fancy cars and scantly clad women. It was pretty boring to pilot a reconnaissance ship. His job basically consisted of setting a course for a particular planet, waiting to arrive, then waiting while Jeremy performed a scan of the planet, and then heading back. He was heading to Zebes with some Galactic Federation soldiers. For whatever reason the Galactic Federation lost contact with the chozo on Zebes and sent them to check up on things. With a whirring noise, the ship's warp drive kicked into reverse and the ship slowed down. A blinking light alerted Michaels that they had reached Zebes.
"Finally", he muttered to himself.
"Hey, Jeremy we're there.", he yelled into the other room. He sat back down in his seat and waited.
"Yeah, I'm coming.", replied Jeremy, who dropped a screwdriver and entered the pilot cabin. He sat down a few feet from Michaels and typed some commands into the computer. The steel shutters covering the windshield made some creaking noises and opened. Jeremy gasped.
"What's up now?", asked Michaels, looking up from his magazine, "Oh, wow, that's not good." There was debris from countless destroyed ships orbiting the planet. There were also numerous and fully functional pirate ships. It looked like a ring circling the planet.
"Yeah, I might want to do this kind of fast so the pirates don't notice us.", said Jeremy while he pressed a few keys and started scanning the area.
A few minutes later he began reading the results out loud, "Over three thousand pirate vessels of various sizes. Surface images and scans indicate that the chozo are all... dead. What, that's impossible!"
"That's messed up, man.", replied Michaels.
"Wait, what's this?", asked Jeremy pointing to the next line, "a distress beacon."
"Well, where is it? We might be able to do something about it."
"About 807 miles behind us."
"More specific."
"Um, quadrant ZE7 dash 44..."
"Slow down.", interrupted Michaels.
Jeremy, losing his temper, yelled, "It's right there on the screen, moron!"
"Okay, then.", said Michaels, unsure how to respond, while setting a course for the displayed coordinates.
Ten minutes later
Bob muttered to himself inside his helmet. No one could hear him but it still made him feel better. He had been sent to bring the mysterious figure into the spaceship. They weren't even sure the figure was still alive! This was probably just another waste of his time. He was currently floating towards the figure with a tether attached to his back. After all this time, floating through space still scared him.
"I should just get another job. I've been here, what, four years and I'm still the gopher. Promotion, my butt.", he said to himself. He reached the mysterious figure and grabbed his arm. He looked at the person. This was very strange. A human child in chozo battle armor. Just when he thought he'd seen everything. The armor was painted a shiny golden color with some red thrown in. He looked into the visor. He could barely see a pair of closed eyes. He could not tell if the person was dead or merely unconscious. Holding onto the left arm, he tugged on the tether and they were both reeled back into the ship. The gate closed and locked behind him after he collided with a wall. Shortly after, gravity was returned and air was pumped back into the room.
He removed his helmet and drew in several deep breaths relieved that he was no longer surrounded by the potentially deadly blackness. A door whooshed open and Amanda, the ship doctor walked in, pushing a stretcher.
"Is he still alive?", asked Amanda.
"I don't know. I can't really tell."
Amanda reached down and fumbled around a bit with the stranger's helmet. She found a latch, and the helmet popped off. The face of a blonde haired girl, possibly sixteen years old was revealed.
"What's a little girl doing in armor like that?", asked Bob.
Feeling the girl's neck for a pulse, Amanda said, "Well, she's alive. Doesn't look good but she's alive. Help me get her on this stretcher."
"That's amazing." Bob Grabbed the girl's feet and together they hoisted her onto the stretcher and rolled her into the medical room.
Samus woke up and was immediately startled by her surroundings. She looked around and saw that she was in a hospital or some place like that. The rooms, the bed, everything was painted a boring white color. She was in some kind of bed without her power suit and there was a man and a woman talking quietly several feet from her. She tore out an iv. attached to her arm which then started bleeding.
"Oh, no, don't do that.", said the woman, almost horrified.
"Where am I? I want to know right now.", demanded Samus, angry and confused.
"I'm Doctor Chang and this is Bob. You're on a federation reconnaissance ship. We found you floating in space above Zebes.", explained Amanda, hoping this would calm Samus. Bob simply nodded while looking at his hand. He tried to stay out of situations like this.
Slightly calmer, but still confused and distressed, Samus replied, " My name's Samus but did you rescue any of the chozo?", while sitting up.
"No, I'm sorry, you were the only one we found." Samus began crying. She didn't want to believe it but inside she knew it to be true.
Amanda sat down next to her, "It'll be fine, Samus." Samus pushed her away. Amanda and Bob got the message and left her alone since they figured she wanted to be by herself.
Samus had been on the reconnaissance ship for four days now. She had been told that they were headed for a planet named Albus 3 and that they would be arriving in a week. Amanda and Bob seemed like nice people but she still didn't like them that much. She was unhappy with some of the things they had to say. According to Amanda Samus would probably be adopted out to some family. She didn't like the sound of that. Her new parents would probably just be killed again like the last two times. And by chozo standards she was a warrior and thus also an adult.
Currently, Samus had her ear pressed against a wooden door and was listening to the conversation on the other side.
"Yes, we've already contacted the adoption agencies.", came Amanda's voice.
Samus heard the captain's voice say, "Good, do you have that suit she was wearing still?"
"Yes, why?"
"Some scientists have requested it. They said something about studying its great potential."
"That makes sense."
Samus lifted her head from the door. This made her so angry. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. They wanted to take away her power-suit. It was a sacred gift from the chozo ancestors and one of the few things she had to remember her loved ones by. Samus knew then what she had to do. There was no way she was going to let any of this happen. She had to get off this ship. Lucky for her she knew where her suit was kept.
Samus walked down the hallway and was quickly upon the storage room. There was a lock on the door however. Samus thought for a moment. She got a running leap at the door and kicked the lock. She saw that the lock bent but didn't quite break. She did this several more times when the commotion drew the attention of a janitor.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
Samus dealt a swift kick in the groin and then raised both fists and cracked the man in the head. He fell to the ground unconscious. Samus then got back to work, breaking the lock. The lock finally splintered and broke. Samus pulled the door open and walked in. The storage room was basically a giant freezer. Shivering, Samus looked about for her power suit. She flung some boxes of fish sticks to the side and found it.
Suddenly behind her, the door swung open. She looked back and saw Bob and Jeremy both standing, silhouetted by the light in the hallway, and pointing stun guns. Frowning, Samus touched the shoulder of the power suit. The suit glowed and all the pieces began hovering and then they quickly flew onto Samus's body covering her. Their stun shots merely bounced off of her.
"Why are you doing this Samus? It doesn't make sense.", asked Bob, concerned.
"I've heard you people talking. You all have plans for me and my armor. I do not have time for being adopted. I have things I must do. As for my suit, it is sacred and no scientists will filth it up with their "research.""
Bob nodded and dropped his gun, "I understand perfectly. I hate my job anyway."
Jeremy gave him a look that said, "You gotta be crazy." While he was doing this Samus ran and plowed through him and into the hallway.
Samus smiled as she ran down the halls of the ship plowing through all who tried to stop her. It gave her some kind of satisfaction. She soon came to the escape pod. Captain Michaels was standing there with two soldiers.
"Sorry, we gotta have that suit." They opened fire on Samus She dodged two lasers but the third hit her stomach and knocked her over. It only caused minimal damage. She back-flipped off the ground, grabbed Michael's arm with her left hand then brought her cannon on top of it, breaking his arm. Michaels sank to the ground, cradling his arm while the soldiers exchanged nervous glances.
"May, I pass, mighty one?", asked Samus mocking him.
"Mm-hm", nodded Michaels meekly.
"That's what I thought.", said Samus stepping into the escape pod, the door closing behind her.
"Great, beaten by a little girl, they'll fire me for sure this time.", thought Michaels to himself as Amanda entered and began inspecting his arm. There was a low rumble as the escape pod separated from the ship and took off.