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The first thing I felt was the pain.

I woke up in a bed, a thin sheet covering my otherwise naked body. I tried to sit up to see more of my surroundings, but my body wouldn't listen to me. I felt another spasm of pain rip its way through my chest, and looking down as much as I could, I saw an angry red wound just off center on my chest. The wound itself had been cauterized by the heat of the blast, but it was a miracle I had survived. The charge must have passed incredibly close to my heart, and the energy it gave off should have triggered a heart attack. I should be dead.

Which meant someone had saved me.

Who? Sal? That didn't make any sense, she had tried to kill me. Was it the man in the lab coat? I tried once more to move my body, and found myself unable to lift even a finger.

"Don't bother, Sis." I heard a voice from off to my left. Straining to look that way, I could just make out a familiar figure on the edges of my vision. She approached the bed, dressed in a black tank top and black pants. This was the first time I'd seen this much of her skin, and my stomach churned as I saw her arms covered in pale scars, from her wrists up to her shoulders, and dissappear into her shirt. Noticing my gaze, she smiled, holding out her arms in front of her to give me a better look. "Do you like them? This is what they do to you when you fail, sis."

"Who's they?" I tried to say, but I couldn't form the words as my tongue moved out of sync with my jaw.

She laughed eerily, guessing what I had tried to say. "The Federation of course, silly!" She sat on the edge of the bed, a strange smile displayed on her face. When she spoke again, her voice was grim and angry. "They told me it was my punishment. The doctor, he would shoot me up with a muscle relaxant, then perform his little… surgeries. I would cry, unable to say anything, not even capable of screaming…" She trailed off, her gaze distant. Suddenly, she refocused, her face cheerful and bright again. "But then one day, he mixed up the drugs! Instead of a muscle relaxant, he gave me a steroid. I pretended to be incapacitated, and when he tried to begin his surgery, I overpowered him. He found out the hard way what it was like to be on that table. I really learned a lot from my time then." She stood, and walked back to the where she had been. When she turned around, she held a scalpel in her right hand, holding it almost gingerly, as if it were precious to her. My brain began to process what was about to happen, and I pleaded with my eyes as she drew closer once more. She saw the tears streaming down my twisted face, and stopped.

She began to laugh. "Don't be stupid, I wouldn't do that to you! I still need to operate though. I may have destroyed the bomb in your chest, but there still some residual damage that could lead to injury if I don't treat you."

I could hardly understand what she was saying, I was so confused. She had destroyed the bomb? That was impossible though, it was set to detonate if anyone were to attempt to tamper with it. Thats when it hit me. She hadn't shot me trying to kill me, she had destroyed the bomb then. I breathed as much of a sigh of relief as I could. She arrived at the bed, and reaching across it produced a syringe full of a reddish liquid. Tapping out the air bubbles, she placed it against the vein in my arm. "I need you to go back to sleep now, okay?" I tried to nod, but failed miserably. I felt a sting as the needle entered my arm, and quickly fell back into the arms of sleep.

I woke up again, this time dressed in a loose fitting shift. The room, which had previously been brightly lit, was now dark. I tentatively attempted to move my hand, and found that I could, with a little difficulty, move not only my hand, but my arm as well. I slowly tried to lean up, but was met once more with pain coursing through my torso. I laid back down, staring up at the dark cieling, trying to quantify what had happened. Sal seemed to be an ally, at least for the time being, but why had she needed to destroy the bomb in the first place? Who was that man from before, and why were they studying my power suit? There were too many questions, and no answers to be had. I gently twisted my head, trying to get a good look at my surroundings without causing myself any more pain. I saw several tables surrounding me, with what appeared to be medical apparatus on most of them. For the first time, I noticed that a tube ran into my left wrist, which was connected to a machine that I assumed provided nutrients, medicine, and whatever else I might require. There was nothing to tell me how long I'd been here, or even where here was. The lack of a mechanical hum meant we were probably still planetside, but why was such a huge facility here on a supposedly deserted planet? I felt myself slipping back into unconsciousness, and as the darkness once again took me into its sweet embrace, I began to dream.

It was cold. I remembered that about the Facility. The vacuum of space itself seemed to hold more warmth than that wretched place. Even still, I looked forward to waking up every morning, in that place where I spent so much of my young life.

The place where I was born.

If you can call it that.

As the first child in the SA-D program, I was special. I never knew about the other SA units, at least not until my release. All I knew was that there was a woman who called herself my Mother.

She was Samus Aran, and I loved her.

I really hope you guys are enjoying this story. I hope to flesh out my characters a bit more next chapter, so please continue to read! I appreciate all of you! If you want to show this to your friends or leave a review, do, if not, don't. I apologize if this ep seems short, but a lot happens next time to make up for it.

CM out.