13: K-2L

I got control of myself and turned on my mic well before we saw the small baby-blue planet, with a single spot of cobalt.

"That cobalt spot is the epicentre of the corruption and likely where Dark Samus is."

We came through the atmosphere, landing about 10Km from the epicentre. Before we left, the ship installed our phazon regulators into our suits. The procedure was simple enough, Virginia made a small depression in our suits, placed the regulators in the depressions, and sealed them while they spread ductwork through our suits, connecting to our bloodstreams.

"How the hell would this work? We don't have phazon in our bodies."

"I suppose that if we do become corrupted, we will have phazon in our bodies and this device will draw it into our armour systems, perhaps replacing or augmenting our weapon systems with phazon."

We came out of the ship and I recognized this area as being near the place of my mothers last stand. I received conformation within 1Km when I saw that a statue was erected of her. As we started up the hill upon which it was placed, I saw my doppelganger, not just looking at the statue, but almost admiring it. She seemed to feel empathy for her 'mother,' until she noticed us coming up the hill. Vela happened to notice her at the same time.

"Hey! Dark bitch."

She fired off a missile at her head before I could react. One of the fins had grazed her helmet. She seemed pretty pissed at that and returned fire with her scatter-shot blast. All of the little pellets of phazon were attracted into our suits via the regulator. We could feel the corruption start to take root, evidenced by the small amount of blue liquid pooling in the regulators main chamber. Dark Samus seemed to notice this and began assaulting us with phazon energies, ranging from the scatter-shot to jellyfish-shaped bursts. The regulators kept absorbing the phazon and filling up. When they were full, Dark Samus charged her arm cannon until her whole arm was shaking, trying to hold the energies, than released the tremendous energy as a flash of white light. Vela and I both collapsed from the dosage of phazon we received, coupled with the other dosages that filled our regulators. Dark must have thought she had done a sufficient job, for when we awoke, she was nowhere to be seen. We were both extremely nauseous, disengaging our helmets and ready to spew what would likely be pure phazon mixed with digestive acids. Ugh, I was right. Vela went first, but I barely had time to notice it before I started spewing the viscous, blue liquid. Thankfully, it all came up in one reflux cycle.

"That was vile. It was like a congealed blue acid, that tasted of blue with sour tones all over."

"Tasted of blue? You can't taste colours, they're certain wavelengths of electro-magnetic radiation."

"You and your science can't deny that that was the pure taste of blue, accentuated by acid."

"You said it was vile! Stop acting like a food critic."

"Samus, are we getting aggressive from the phazon?"

"No shit Sherlock. Most mutagens increase aggressive tendencies. Considering our dosage, I'm surprised neither of us have jumped at each others throats, or fired off shots. Now we have a seed to destroy."

Our neural-chemistry must have adjusted to the phazon, because we calmed down.