Garnak examined his situation carefully. He was surrounded by five or six Space Pirates, all of them ready to gut him. He took a device off of his belt and held it up. Immediately, a blade of red energy extended from the item. He went into a fighting stance as the pirates readied their own weapons.
Garnak moved first. He rushed toward the nearest pirate with greater speed than they had expected and slashed his foe clean in half. He then leaped up, dodging energy bolts from the pirates' rifles. He landed between two of them, and grabbed one, using him as a living shield against the other pirate's rifle shots. He shoved the dead pirate into the living one and pierced them both with his energy saber. He grabbed one of the rifles and shot the other three pirates without breaking a sweat. He stood there among the corpses he had just created for a few moments before sprinting off.
"Garnak!" called a girl's voice. The Gorast warrior-to-be stopped when he saw Ayame and Connor headed his way.
"Miss Ayame, Connor," he said in greeting. "We are surrounded by pirates. We need to go."
"No," Ayame said as she shook her head. "Not yet. I need to get on board that pirate ship. They might have info about where Samus is, or better yet, she might even be on board!"
"That is too dangerous!" Garnak warned. "I cannot allow you to go on that ship!"
"I'm going, Garnak," the young hunter-in-training stated in a tone of unwavering determination. "Don't try to stop me." With that, she and Connor ran off. Garnak looked at them with some amazement in his emerald eyes. He turned and looked in the direction that the docking bay was. He should just make a sprint for it and get to his ship. Then another thought occurred to him: he couldn't abandon his human friends. He cursed in his people's natural, chittering language and sprinted off.
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Ayame and Connor had made it pretty close to where the ships were forcefully joined, but were now surrounded by Space Pirates that were ready to claw their faces off. The two humans were now back-to-back. "Hey, Connor?" Ayame asked.
"Yeah?"
"You didn't happen to bring a gun with you, did you?"
"Left it on the ship."
Ayame sighed in response. She was going to have to activate the Power Suit that Samus had left for her. "Stand back, Connor."
The young man gave her a slightly confused look before he noticed that her bright red suit was suddenly glowing. Within a matter of seconds, she was covered from head to toe in incredibly advanced powered armor. The helmet had a bright blue visor, and was red, like the shoulders and the top half of the torso, but the lower half of the torso was black as night, as with the thigh area of the armor suit. The lower legs were a bright red, as were both of the arms, the right of which had an Arm Cannon over it.
The pirates suddenly seemed to panic at the sight. They probably thought that Ayame was the feared Samus Aran for a minute, but they soon calmed down when they noticed the different color scheme. Some of them snarled and growled as Ayame prepared to fire. There was just one problem.
"Okay," Ayame said hesitantly. "How do I shoot this thing?" The pirates then roared and rushed at them. Ayame reacted purely on instinct and tightened her right hand into a fist within her Arm Cannon. The result was a rapid flurry of tiny golden suns randomly plowing into the aggressors, seven of which had been taken down by headshots and blows to the chest.
The surviving pirates, both the injured and the unharmed, stopped in their tracks and stared at the bodies of their fallen kin. Ayame stared in shock at what she had just done. She had just killed. All of a sudden, it didn't matter that they were Space Pirates. It didn't matter that she was only defending herself. The only thing that mattered was that she had killed seven living creatures. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Seeing the corpses didn't help that feeling. As bile rose up from her stomach, she scrambled to get her helmet off, and barely succeeded as she fell to her knees and wretched on the spot.
"Ayame!" Connor said as he knelt next to her. He helped her up to her feet as she began mumbling about killing those pirates. The pirates that were still alive snarled at the pair of humans. Suddenly, gunfire interrupted them, bullets piercing their heads and other vital areas. Connor looked and saw Anthony Higgs with a heavy machine gun, the type of which he couldn't tell because it kept moving.
"Connor!" Anthony shouted. "Take Ayame and get to the ship now!"
Connor nodded and grabbed Ayame's helmet before he began leading her away. "I'm sorry, Ayame," he said sadly. "I don't think we'll be able to find out whether Samus was on that ship or not. We have to go."
"No…" Ayame said as she pulled away from her friend and attempted to steady herself. "I need to find Samus. I have to!"
"I know that," Connor assured her. "But we can't go over there with you like this. We have to go."
Before Ayame could respond, an explosion broke through the floor behind her. She would've fallen to her death if Connor hadn't gotten her hand and helped her regain stable footing. As she was about to thank him, a sadistic laugh reached her ears. Anthony had returned when that laughter was heard, and he seemed on edge.
"I was aiming for the girl," said a rough, metallic voice. "I guess aim's a little rusty." Soon, the trio faced a humanoid being clad in gunmetal gray powered armor with a bright orange, oval-shaped visor. A long, brown ponytail began from the top of its head and reached down to its waist. In its right hand, it held what looked like a grenade launcher of some sort.
"Well that just figures," Anthony muttered. "I guess we were going to run into you sooner or later."
"Mr. Higgs, who is that guy?" Ayame asked. "And what is he?"
"That's the Space Pirates' top mercenary, second only to Ridley," Anthony explained. "They call him Weavel."
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Well, I guess that's a good place to end this. Now, before anyone complains that Weavel's dead, please remember: this is a fanfiction. Besides, Weavel's awesome.