Behind Cold Metal
Chapter 15: Dinner with Meta Ridley Pt 2
Samus sat down and examined her surroundings before Meta Ridley sat down on the bigger chair on the other side of the table. They were only a few metres apart, and she could see that his plate was bigger than hers, but the wine glasses were the same size.
"How do you find your dress?" Meta Ridley asked.
"It's nice" she said. "I thought all Space Pirates were raiders"
"Oh, not really. When one becomes a Space Pirate, they swear a pledge of allegiance to me. The pledge includes having to have to do everything I tell them to do. They are all my puppets, and I control them in any way I please"
"I see" Samus said. Then, the Space Pirate waiter, dressed also in a suit (this is getting a little weird isn't it? Well, even Metroid must have it's moments of comedy) approached the table.
"Sir, can I check that these orders are right?" he asked. Meta Ridley took the order sheet and looked at it.
"...One steak for me, and the salmon for Samus...yes, these shall do" he said. "Is this correct Samus?" he asked. Samus gave a small nod.
"Send these orders to the kitchen. But first, give us half a hour to drink some wine" he said.
"What wine would you request, my lord?" the waiter asked.
"Crack open a cask of the hundred year old ale. What about you?" Meta Ridley asked, looking at Samus.
"What wines are there?" she asked. The Space Pirate was about to open his mouth, but Meta Ridley put his hand across it.
"If I were to offer our best wine, would you accept it?" he asked.
"...Yeah, I guess so?" she said, a little confused at Meta Ridley.
"The best wine we have, pronto" Meta Ridley said.
"Of course sir. One hundred year old ale and our best wine. I shall be back soon" he said. Then, at that point, the doors opened and the two guards Space Pirates walked in.
"Shall we drop the tables?" they asked.
"You may. Just remember, one hint at my business and the lot of you are dead" he said. The two Pirates looked scared. They nodded, gulped, walked back and a bunch of Space Pirates all wearing suits walked in and sat around the tables that had lowered from the roof.
"Why are they all here?" Samus asked.
"I find being alone quite awkward. I thought having other people dining around us would break the ice a little. They all know that they shouldn't intrude on our business, in fear for their lives" he explained. Meta Ridley then noticed Samus was giggling a little.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"It's...hee hee...it's just the sight of seeing sophisticated Space Pirates in suits...I find it funny...*giggle*..." she said.
"Like I said, they're not all a bunch of raiding oafs. Some of us here at the Pirate Homeworld have a sense of sophistication, such as myself. Unfortunately, that only counts for 2% of the population. The rest are a bunch of pillaging oafs who work for me as my taskforce. Besides, not drifting away from the point, I would like to talk" he said.
"You did say there was something pressing" Samus said.
"Did I?" Meta Ridley asked. I guess I was lying again. You know my image and all that. All these Space Pirates think you're going to die" he said. The two laughed a little before the waiter arrived again with a bottle of wine and a cask of ale. He silently poured the drinks and then left the bottles on the table before walking off. Samus felt the night was going to be weird? What did Meta Ridley want to talk about?