Woot, time to post my crappy story.

The wall of text located below is actually five chapters, I just don't know if we're allowed to double post for new chapters here or not.

I'm not good with teh descriptions, but I'm working on it...

This fic has been rated PG-13 for language and violence.

Metroid Dread

By Ultimate Ridley

Chapter One: Gruesome Hunt

The X Parasite has been terminated. The Metroid population is supposedly zero. All Phazon has been drained from the universe. The Space Pirates are missing from the picture. The most dangerous hunter is under the captivity of the Galactic Federation. However, even after nearly everything has been taken care of, the Federation still had their angry eyes focused on one woman.

Samus Aran.


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Daiban’s civilians never have heard a word of Samus since the BSL Station imploded a few days ago. The Federation never spoke of her, and as such, the civilians blamed the Space Pirates, typically. But as the people who lived on the bustling mechanical planet gathered around the podium with Chairman Vorgle at the stands, they did not know what he was going to announce. Perhaps that a new threat was discovered? Unlikely. The men and women in the city square were hoping for another golden age of prosperity, one that they had before the Space Pirates interrupted it.

Chairman Vorgle tapped at the microphone in front of him nervously, testing to see if it worked. Slowly, he spoke into it.

“Men and women of Daiban, I’ve gathered you here today to announce that we are about to be finished with all of the threats that infect our galaxy. A new golden age of prosperity is imminent. Be patient,” he announced to the extremely large crowd of humans and alienoids that sat in front of him. This was how he would start his speech. And the speech wouldn’t last very long.

Up in the mechanical buildings above, Galactic Federation elite troopers were standing on the balconies of buildings, patrolling the street for any brave alien or human with the guts to pop out and snipe the Chairman. They were as prepared as they were going to get. But even that wasn’t enough to handle what was coming.

The biggest prison on Daiban coincidentally was in the same city as the speech was taking place. On the large television screen the police were watching, they saw Vorgle voice his speech about the future of their galaxy. In a nearby cell sat an old nemesis to the Galactic Federation. This creature was listening in on the speech. The prisoner heard words spoken, but in truth, all he heard was lies. The prisoner knew who destroyed the BSL Station, and he knew the Federation was in for it when they went to hunt Samus. Samus was strong, very strong. She could take down a gargantuan lizard for goodness sake, let alone a seventeen foot tall dragon with an army at hand. What made the Federation any stronger than those losers who have tried again and again, and never prevailed? They were weak. They had no power, they had no advantages. They had nothing without Samus. And if Samus is now their enemy, how do they expect to defeat her? The prisoner pondered this for a very long while, until he heard a few words that had angered him.

“Every prisoner in the GFA prison will be executed, to help decrease the chances of another threat arising – from the dead, or from the dawn.”

This was unacceptable. And the prisoner would not take it well. The creature jumped up, and slammed the cell forcefield that separated isolation from freedom. He roared as he did so. The officers knew immediately that he was angry at what Chairman Vorgle had just voiced.

“Tch, calm it, Sylux,” one officer said.

“I’m kind of glad Vorgle’s doing this, just look at that savage!” another officer added sarcastically, and that remark made the other officers let out a chuckle. Sylux spat at them, and sat back down, pondering what he could do to escape. He hadn’t been imprisoned for long – perhaps five weeks or so. He was caught raiding a lone energy plant on a barren moon, not too far from Daiban. He had since then thought of many ways he could possibly escape.

Then it came to him. The execution. He could bust out when they were whisking him away from his cell to electricute him. He stood back up, and called out to the officers.

“Why don’t you just kill me now?” he said through the cell. The officers turned their head slowly towards Sylux’s cell, with that look on their face that expressed ‘do you think I’m stupid?’

“Can it,” a cop told Sylux. “The Chairman is talking.”

Sylux hissed at the officers, and punched the forcefield, this time more casually. The cops were mumbling to each other, possibly about Sylux. Sylux did not know how to escape. It would take a miracle.

As Chairman Vorgle made his speech, many people cheered out at the end of many sentences. He truly was a charismatic being. It was almost as if he were the president of Daiban.

And the figure waited on a rooftop, camouflaged. He held his weapon pointed directly at Vorgle’s head, and concentrated. The figure waited for a cheer that was loud enough to drown out the noise of his weapon. His weapon would reveal himself, and he would have to run as soon as he shot. And so, he waited.

Congressman Keaton looked up in the rooftops as he listened to Vorgle’s speech. The crowd was starting to cheer loudly. He jumped when he saw a peculiar change in coloring of the white sky of Daiban, a reddish color. When he saw the figure perform a movement only sentient life was known to do, he cried out.

“Get down!” he yelled, and pulled Vorgle down. Just then, a red stream of an unknown substance shot across the area, and the Federation elites turned their weapons to the supposed source. Standing on a rooftop was a Kriken soldier, with an Imperialist installed on its arm.

“Take him out!” the commander of the group yelled. They started shooting at the Kriken with their lasers. The Kriken jumped down onto the street, which was going insane with pandemonium. If the troops shot now, they’d be risking a civilian’s life.

“Damn,” the commander swore. He looked at his men. “If there is a Kriken here, that means there are more coming. Get ready.”

The troops singly nodded, and started running down and out into the streets. They called out for the civilians to clear them a path. No response. The people of Daiban were too overwhelmed with fear. The Kriken stood behind a staircase, camouflaged.

“These people are pathetic,” the Kriken whispered to himself. “I knew this would be an easy planet to invade.”

Sylux heard the screaming of the people out on the streets through the television in the nearby lounge. The police jumped and ran out, with one left.

“We have to go,” he said to the prisoners. “Don’t try anything funny.”

Sylux ignored the man, as he ran out the passage. He heard the man trip on a wire, and then heard him hurry out the door. The forcefield of Sylux’s cell was disabled. Oddly enough, only his was. The man had tripped on the main wire to his cell.

The other cells weren’t forcefields. They were bars made out of a tough metal that was virtually indestructible. As Sylux just about ran out the passage, he heard someone call out.

“Hey, you bastard, what about us?” a deep voice said. Sylux turned around.

“Yeah, why should we have to suffer execution when you get away?” a higher-pitched voice squealed. Sylux sighed, and ran back into the lounge. He shoved his arm into the television, causing it to short circuit. He then fired a stream of electricity that busted all of the cells’ security systems, causing the bars to open. All the criminals ran out of their cells, cheering. Sylux shook his head, and walked slowly behind the mob.

Sylux walked out into the streets, until he bumped into something as he wasn’t paying attention. In front of him, the Kriken took color and became visible. It turned around, and blankly stared at Sylux. Sylux didn’t look very thrilled, either.

“Sylux?” the Kriken asked. Its eye was getting a darker red, signaling that the Kriken was getting angry.

“Good gracious, I thought you were dead, Trace,” Sylux replied. He looked around at the screaming crowd of civilians. “Good work.”

“No thanks to you,” Trace retorted. “What are you doing here?”

Sylux fixed his gaze back at Trace, and simply said: “Hunting.”


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Samus sat in her ship, all alone. She sighed. Well, she couldn’t stay the good guy for too long. She didn’t mean to force the BSL Station to implode, she didn’t mean to kill many GF troops in the process, and above all, she didn’t mean to reintroduce the Metroids to the galaxy. That was the big secret the Galactic Federation was hiding from the public: the Metroids aren’t gone. Where they are specifically isn’t known, but hopefully far enough to where the Federation can claim that an age of prosperity is imminent. The Space Pirates went missing; Samus was quite relieved that Ridley was trapped in the BSL Station when it imploded, as he was a frozen subject in a cryogenic chamber on the said station.

But that didn’t stop him from coming back before, Samus thought to herself, reminiscing on the multiple times she managed to put his life to an end, yet he kept coming back – supposedly. Maybe he has a little secret to how he comes back, Samus will never know. What she does know is that with Ridley supposedly dead, and the Space Pirates missing, she was numero uno on the GF’s hitlist. She had to keep running, but for now, she would rest.


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Trace blankly glared at Sylux with his seemingly emotionless eye, and Sylux glared back – with no eyes. They had been trying to fight for a long time now, but years of isolation have done the exact opposite.

“I’m sure you’re as pissed as me at how the ‘Ultimate Power’ was just a cry for help,” Sylux started. “But at least I didn’t lose everything.”

“You just walked out of a prison,” Trace replied. “That says something.”

“Better than being dishonored amongst your race, no?” Sylux said casually. Trace screeched, and swung his arm at Sylux. Sylux pushed the arm to the side with one of his own. “No need to be rude.”

“There he is!” a voice from the crowd exclaimed. The two hunters turned their heads to look at the crowd, only to see an entire army og GF troops pointing weapons at them. Sylux quickly looked back at Trace.

“Look, if you want to get out of this pickle, I suggest we work this out. Then, we can fight later,” Sylux suggested. Trace agreed, and they ran the opposite direction, with Trace leading. They would go to his ship. They ran through many alleys, with troops following them. Soon, Trace got to the outskirts of the city, with Sylux close behind. Trace opened the door to his rather small hunter ship, and Sylux came in with. As they were flying off, Sylux kept the door open to show his final gesture towards the Galactic Federation for now: shooting the bird. After he did so, he shut the door, and Trace’s ship blasted out of the atmosphere. The troops sighed.

“I suppose we could just say they’re dead now,” the commander told his men. “After all, how much damage can two hunters cause?”

The question was stupid, as Samus was a hunter, and seemed to be capable of taking anything down. Though still…the conflict was not over between Trace and Sylux.

Sylux stroked the awkward controls of the ship gently. It was then that he grabbed a handlebar, and pushed the airlock button. The door at the back of the ship opened, and sucked Trace out. He swore at Sylux as he flew out of the ship. Sylux responded by waving goodbye tauntingly. Sylux shut the door, grabbed the controls of the ship, and flew off at a high speed. Trace held his breath – or however his race respires – and waited for a rescue. It was then that he was picked up by a Kriken flagship, just before he burst from the lack of an atmosphere. Krikens knew when he was in danger, for they were monitoring him. And if you think that the deed Sylux did was cruel, Trace was no different; he was going to forcibly tie Sylux up and feed him to the Krikis back on Trace’s home planet, if Sylux didn’t do what he did. Nonetheless, he was still alive. And that was all that mattered as for now.


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It was dark in the slaughter room of the Mothership. Space Pirates who could not fulfill their duties correctly were sent there, and were restricted from all decomposers. They had waited. Ridley had waited.

Weavel walked into the dark room with other Pirates carrying the dead body of their leader, Ridley. Ridley’s soul was still awake, but his body was dead; he could not move a muscle. Weavel made preparations for the revival ritual, where Ridley would be revived. Weavel threw the dead body into the slaughter room, and walked out of the room into another that had a window that allowed Weavel to see the ritual. Weavel lifted a microphone and spoke into it.

“You are here,” he said. His voice echoed over the intercom in the slaughter room. “Now, you may feast.”

The lights dimmed more in the room, and Ridley’s dead body released an eerie light. The light formed the shape of an unknown creature, and had a mouth with sharp, jagged teeth. The ghost-like figure started to rip and tear at the flesh of the dead Space Pirate soldiers within the room. It stripped the bodies of flesh until there was nothing but bone. It ate about ten bodies, then finished off by eating its own dead body. It was then that the creature grew dark gray-ish black skin, and a new body. The body had been like Ridley’s others; dark gray and black skin, large wings with orange and red lobes, red eyes, etc. Ridley had been reborn from the ashes. The Space Pirates behind the window clapped, and the lights in the slaughter room brightened. Ridley opened the door, and held his arms out. A few Space Pirates cleaned him and searched him for diseases. With none found, they proceeded into the room to remove the now-useless corpses and leaving behind the ones that still had uneaten flesh on them.

Ridley walked into the purple halls of the Space Pirate Mothership, and took his new body’s first sigh. Weavel walked out into the hall as well.

“Good to have you back, sir,” Weavel said.

“Simply smashing to be back, good man,” Ridley replied. He felt good as new.

Ridley walked into the control deck of the Mothership as Weavel was telling him the things that had happened since his most recent death.

“Sylux escaped, sir,” he finished. Ridley stared at Weavel, somewhat proudly.

“Excellent,” he stated. “And his current status, if you may?”

“On Trace’s hunter ship. He stole it, and is using it to continue his life of crime,” Weavel replied.

“As expected,” Ridley said. “I trust Samus is gone?”

Weavel frowned under his mask. Ridley could see it with his hyper-advanced eyes.

“Of course,” Ridley said. “No matter. This time, she is not the worst that could happen.”

“What’s the plan, sir?” Weavel asked. Ridley chuckled.

“None, yet,” he replied. Weavel looked confused. “On your way, Weavel.”

“Y-yes sir,” Weavel answered nervously. He walked out of the room, and Ridley sat in his seat. He sighed, then laughed. It was going to work this time – he was sure of it.[hr]
Chapter Two: Dead or Alive

Sylux flew along the glittering constellations of the galaxy, heading for…somewhere. In truth, he had never planned to get this far. Three hours ago, he had done so much. He escaped the clutches of the Galactic Federation, met with Trace, escaped with Trace, and to top it all off, he threw Trace out of his own ship. Of all the cruel things Trace might have done had he not opened that airlock, very few if not none of them could have matched the cruelty of such an evil deed. Sylux sighed.

Where to now? he wondered. He looked on the radar of Trace’s ship, and checked for anything he could attack and steal from. He found nothing. He looked closer at the radar, and realized that it was not a radar, but a DNA analyzer. Sylux felt stupid. There was no radar on Trace’s ship. How could he possibly find anything without one?


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Samus was sleeping in the peaceful ship she owned, unaware of the nearby vessel. The stream on her radar zipped across an apparently unknown object, and the buzzing sound it made woke Samus. She quickly, yet clumbsily, pushed a button under her radar. A screen appeared, and it showed the unidentified vessel. She took a closer look, and saw it to be a Kriken hunter ship. It was simply drifting in space like her ship was. She commanded the ship to scan for any signs of life on the ship. The ship responded in a robotic and boring tone:

“LIFE HAS BEEN DETECTED ON THE VESSEL. THE STATS ARE AS FOLLOWS:

CELLULAR STRUCTURE: SAPIEN. THIS CREATURE IS A BIPEDAL HUMANOID.

CURRENT STATUS: SIMPLY RELAXING. POSSIBLY PONDERING SOMETHING.

ORGANISM IDENTIFICATION: UNDEFINED.

THREAT LEVEL: CRITICAL.

SUGGESTED ACTION: ERADICATE THE VESSEL IMMEDIATELY. HAVE A NICE DAY.”

Samus quickly turned her ship to face the Kriken hunter ship, and readied her ship’s missiles. Whatever this thing was, it was apparently deadly. Samus tried to remember if she had ever come into contact with any Krikens. She pondered the thought. She encountered a few rebellious Krikens when she was on a mission to hunt a typical galactic criminal. They were a very nice bunch, as they believed all of their race’s beliefs were wrong. They even helped Samus.

She also remembered a few in a criminal meeting she ended up stopping. But how could she forget, the skilled sniper, Trace. The worst of all Krikens. Maybe Trace was in this ship, because he was a hunter. He was one of the six hunters that tried to get the Ultimate Power, which was a lie to get help. He wielded a deadly sniper called the Imperialist, and killed everything he landed a headshot on. She had first met him on Arcterra, when he was trying to snipe Noxus, the Vhozon.

Samus shot at the ship with her missiles. The homing weapons propelled theirself through the empty blankness that was outer space.

I have you now, Kriken, she thought.


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Sylux took quick action. He saw the missiles coming straight at him almost immediately, and realized that he must have been tracked down by Trace and the other Krikens. He directed the ship to slide out of the way; however, even an action like this hadn’t saved him. The missiles banged the red metal of the ship he was in with harsh force, causing Sylux to fall over, out of his seat. The ship started blaring sirens and flashing lights, indicating for him to evacuate the ship immediately. He couldn’t. He wasn’t in a planet’s atmosphere. He would have to fight back.

Sylux quickly regained control of the ship, and pulled a lever. A red beam shot out and smacked the opposing ship with a direct hit. The opposing ship started to smoke. He took a close look at the enemy, and gathered that it was purple. He shot again, just clipping the ship this time. The sirens continuously blared, and eventually, the ship started talking a language he could not understand. Sylux powered his translator, and heard these words:

“HULL INTEGRITY DAMAGE CRITICAL. SHIP CANNOT WITHSTAND THE INJURIES. EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”

He ignored the ship’s demands, and continued to shoot at the bogey. He got hit again with missiles, and the ship exploded. With him in it. Sylux was hit hard with the undying flames of the exploded ship, destroyed by an enemy who was too strong for him. He closed his eyes, and waited to burst.

Sylux regained sight in a lit up room. He lifted his head up, and quickly scanned the area. There was a tinned window on a wall, and a door on the wall next to it. He was being watched. Sylux tried to get up, but was being held down by tough straps around his wrists and ankles. He was stuck. Breathing heavily, he heard a voice being spoken through an intercom.

“Calm down. You’re safe now,” the voice said. Sylux started to go insane with rage.

“Let go of me, you Galactic Bastards!” Sylux yelled. He started to try to get the straps off, until he heard a wire extend. He turned his head to try and see his back. He was connected to something. A super-computer? Sylux didn’t know.

“You’re connected to the main CPU. Data is being downloaded into your memory banks, including pictures of what happened,” the voice spoke. Sylux stopped shaking.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” he called out. Suddenly, the door opened, and a large, almost black dragon walked in. He leaned over Sylux, and examined him. He then started to speak.

“We’re doing you a favor,” the creature said. Sylux waited for more. “You were shot down, by Samus. You encountered her on your stolen ship.”

Sylux glared. “Samus did this?” he asked, looking at his armor. He had just realized that his armor was damaged heavily, leaving many open areas, sparking with electricity.

“It would appear so, would it not?” the creature replied. It examined Sylux further. “Oh, my. She did bash you up pretty badly, hm? Well, it’s a good thing we’re helping you, isn’t it?”

“Who are you?” Sylux asked softly. The creature grabbed Sylux’s hand and shook it.

“The name is Ridley,” it said. Sylux shook off Ridley’s claw and spat at him. Ridley frowned. “As mother always said, don’t bite the hand that feeds you, because it will bite back.”

Sylux glared at Ridley. “What am I doing here?” he asked, with a hint of anger. Ridley inhaled, and spoke.

“I want you to see someone you probably remember well,” Ridley said to Sylux. He waved his hand, and Weavel walked into the doorway. “I’m sure you remember Weavel, don’t you?”

“Oh, hell yes,” Sylux said, getting angrier. “What a drag.”

“Ahem,” Weavel voiced. “I save your ass, and in return, you simply try to end my life. Hmph. You haven’t changed one bit.”

“No, I haven’t, and I don’t plan on it either,” Sylux snarled.

“If you two can’t get along, I will have to feed you both to Kraid,” Ridley interrupted. Sylux gained a somewhat confused look.

“Kraid? Who is Kraid?”

“My pet,” Ridley responded simply. There was a loud beeping noise, and Ridley slashed the straps off of Sylux. As expected, Sylux jumped and started to run out the door, up until Ridley gripped his neck. “What’s the rush? Aren’t you going to have dinner with us?” Ridley had a wicked smile on his face. Common sense showed he was being sarcastic. “I might just have to leash this one; he’s a savage,” Ridley added. Sylux struggled to break free of the tight grip that which he was being held. He tried to fire his Shock Coil, however, the weapon had seemingly been removed. He simply relaxed, and Ridley let go of him. “Now, behave.”

The three of them walked down the halls of the Mothership, Ridley in the front, Weavel in the back, and Sylux in between the two. He was surrounded. His stare met with the eyes of many different Space Pirates, who glared at him.

“I thought your species was as gone as the Metroids,” Sylux said to Ridley. Ridley snickered.

“If that’s true, then we are still abundant,” Ridley replied. Sylux looked confused. “What, did you not know that they are still alive?”

“No. I thought the last one was killed by Mother Brain on Zebes. It was big in the news a few years ago,” Sylux said. Ridley snickered again.

“Common misconception,” Ridley said simply. He looked behind himself while walking, and gathered that Weavel was also confused. “Weavel, tell me you remember Settlement Zero.”

“No sir, Settlement Zero is just a myth, isn’t it?” Weavel asked.

“Incorrect. Who told you such lies?”

“The entire Space Pirate Empire believe that,” Weavel replied. “It was a rumor, but it soon became a myth.”

“No, no, no. Good gracious, technology is deteriorating the use of oral communication between generations nowadays, is it not?” Ridley asked rhetorically. “Settlement Zero. The first Space Pirate settlement built outside of Zebes. It is located on the outer rim of the galaxy, on a freezing subzero planet. We built a base there so the Galactic Federation was restricted to reach us, for it was nearly outside the galaxy. We built labs, hm…not as advanced as we do to this day, but we used them to perform tests on the Metroids. It was also the first Metroid testing laboratory.”

“You tested on Metroids? Are you mad? Did you not get injured?” Sylux asked.

“Well, of course we did. Why else would we abandon a still-good settlement?” Ridley replied. “They got out of hand. A few screw ups in the testing made some of them mature faster than normal, making Omega Metroids only two weeks after they were born from an egg. We could not handle the situation, so, we decided to risk getting arrested by the Federation and move in closer to the center of the galaxy. Not a smart move, considering I am the reason my enemy exists.”

“What do you mean?” Sylux wondered.

“I’m why Samus is such an overpowered hunter. If I hadn’t raided her planet, or killed her mother, she would only know me by the news. She wouldn’t be raised by the Chozo, so she wouldn’t be superhuman. Etcetera, etcetera…”

“Samus was raised by the Chozo?” Sylux wondered.

“Oh, yes. She has their blood.”

“Aren’t they dead?”

“Well, of course, thanks to me and a little traitor of theirs. The Zebesian Chozos anyway. The Tallonians and such left for other reasons,” Ridley explained.

The trio walked into a room with pistons and other gears working. The Pirates were apparently doing a few mechanical tests.

“So, what do you want from me?” Sylux asked Ridley. Ridley stopped, and turned to Sylux.

“Your help,” Ridley said.

“With what?” Sylux asked. Ridley poked a button on a nearby machine, and a hologram of the galaxy popped up. He poked a system on the hologram, and it showed Samus flying her ship.

“I need you to bring me her,” Ridley said. Sylux grew angry.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because, if you want the Galactic Federation gone, you will listen to me,” Ridley replied.

“Do you want her dead, or alive?” Sylux asked.

“She must be alive. Dead is not acceptable,” Ridley replied. Sylux started to walk out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Weavel shouted.

“I won’t do it,” he said. “It’s hard enough to bring her back dead, but this is too much.”

Ridley flew around Sylux and landed in front of him with a loud thump. He grabbed Sylux by the neck, and pushed him against the wall.

“You listen to me,” Ridley said, angered. “The Galactic Federation believes the galaxy is nearing another age of peace. This leaves them vulnerable to attack. We left their sight for a reason, and that was to make them believe they were safe. When they reach a state of comfort, they will forget all about us Space Pirates, and that will be our golden chance to attack. They won’t be prepared for us. And I have a plan to stop them. And in order for that plan to work, I need you to get me Samus Aran. Do I make myself clear?”

Sylux growled. “Why can’t you just do it yourself?” Ridley glared at Sylux, and threw him over. Sylux stared at the angered Ridley.

“Bring back Samus, and I won’t kill you for what’s left of you,” he said, and stomped off. Weavel lent a hand to get Sylux up, and Sylux stood up.

“He can sometimes be like that,” Weavel said. “But he isn’t kidding.”

“Better get me a ship,” Sylux mumbled.

“Already done,” Weavel said, and escorted him to the dock hangars.


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Order had been returned to Daiban, but their guard was increased. Trace had really stirred up a riot. They had to be prepared for future attacks.

Keaton spoke into an intercom next to a door, and it replied: “Come in.”

Keaton walked into the office in the building that stood tall over the capital of Daiban. At the desk was Chairman Vorgle.

“Telling the civilians that we killed the Kriken worked,” Keaton said.

“Of course,” Vorgle replied. “They’ll believe anything these days.”

“That they will,” Keaton replied. Vorgle looked up at Keaton.

“Have a seat,” he said. Keaton walked over to the desk and sat down.

“Samus was spotted again, just recently,” the Chairman said. “She was found shooting down a Kriken vessel.”

“Better a Kriken vessel than one of ours, eh?” Keaton responded. Vorgle stared at Keaton with a serious look.

“This is serious, congressman. We can’t lie to our planet’s people much longer. We can’t handle everything at once, we—“

“We need Samus,” Keaton said. Vorgle looked at Keaton with a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

“Yes, we do,” he replied. “But how can we have Samus do anything else for us if she is the one we’re hunting?”

“It’s not only her,” Keaton said. “The Krikens are out there, and Sylux escaped his cell. We could be looking at the successor to the Space Pirates here.”

“If the Space Pirates are actually gone,” Vorgle added. “They might just be hiding, waiting to pounce.”

“That’s entirely possible as well,” Keaton said. “What do you suppose we do?”

“We need to rid of Samus. If we do that, we will have the biggest threat out of the way,” he replied. “Tell your men to search the galaxy for her. I want her dead. We may need her, but the fact that she betrayed us…considering her power, she needs to be rid of.”

“Yes, sir,” Keaton nodded in agreement. He stood up, saluted, and walked out the room. He signaled to a squadron of Federation troops to search for her and kill her. They boarded their ship, and took off.


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Trace appeared before the Emporer Kriken. He fell on his knees as he was thrown.

“You failed again, Trace. That is the third time,” the Emporer said. Trace bowed to the Emporer.

“I would have got him, had I not met Sylux,” Trace defended.

“No excuses,” the Emporer replied. “I ought to feed you to the Krikis. It has not had a nice feast in ages. I’m sure you would make a tasty meal.”

Trace prayed the Emporer would add on.

“But…I won’t. You have one more chance, understand? One more,” the Emporer said. “Find our colony a nice planet for us to invade, and you will be spared.”

“Yes, your highness,” Trace replied, and walked out of the area.

“You’d better not screw up again,” a Kriken guard told Trace. Trace flicked the guard off, and continued walking. The guard looked at the other guards. “What an asshole.”

Trace walked into his new ship that had just been finished, and fired up the engine. He set a path, and took off. Only this time, he’d be following Sylux.

Chapter Three: Crash Landing

After knocking out the Kriken’s ship, Samus took off in an entirely different direction. She didn’t know where she would go, but she had to go somewhere. She could leave the galaxy. No, she couldn’t do that. After all, she grew up in this galaxy, and then she’d leave the Space Pirates to swallow it whole—if they were still around, she thought. The Galactic Federation may be hunting her as an outlaw now, but she couldn’t let them die a slow and painful death. But then she would just keep running. It was hard to decide. Maybe she could find some way to sort this whole misunderstanding out, but it would take tremendous effort. She waited for a chance. That’s all she needed.


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Ridley walked into the dark room, where very few lights were powered on. Many Space Pirates were culturing bacteria of all kinds, trying to create something. Inside this room was Weavel, who was carefully preparing a cure for Miteralis. Ridley stepped over to him.

“How is the cure coming along?” Ridley asked. Weavel looked back at Ridley, then went back to culturing.

“Not even close. More of our soldiers will die of Miteralis,” Weavel replied, concentrating. “There just doesn’t seem to be a way to establish a vaccine.”

“We quarantine those affected, yet soldiers still catch it. Has anyone learned why?” Ridley asked.

“I’m not sure. You might have to consult Phantoon on the matter,” Weavel replied.

“Alright. Carry on,” Ridley said, and walked off. When he was walking down the hall, a screen followed him, and turned on. Ridley turned his head to see who it was. It was Sylux.

“Ridley, I hope you’re not busy,” Sylux said on the screen.

“Heavens no. I was just going to speak to Phantoon about Miteralis, but your mission is far more important in the current situation. So, tell me, how is finding Samus coming along?” Ridley asked.

“Perfect,” Sylux said. “I’m following her now. One problem, though. She has friends.”

“Friends?” Ridley looked confused, then realized Sylux meant the Galactic Federation had found her as well. “Ah.”

“Yeah. It’s just a little squadron, though. Samus could finish these guys off in a matter of thirty minutes,” Sylux said.

“Excellent,” Ridley replied. “Well, I wouldn’t want to hinder you in your efforts. Carry on.”

Sylux nodded, and the screen turned off. It retreated back into the ceiling. Ridley continued down the hall. He entered a large room, with nothing in it but two torches. Ridley clapped twice.

“Come on out,” Ridley said. The bulbous, one-eyed creature appeared within the room.

“What?” Phantoon asked. He could be as rude as he wanted to Ridley, as he was a Space Pirate Hierarch.

“Weavel told me that you might know why Miteralis is spreading, even though we are putting all soldiers infected in quarantine,” Ridley explained. Phantoon sighed, and rubbed his eye.

“Ugh..remind me to bash his skull in later,” Phantoon said. Ridley nodded, though he knew Phantoon was being sarcastic. Phantoon went in the back of the room, and retrieved a dusty microchip. He blew the dust off, and put it in the super computer that sat on the wall.

“I know when you mean something else,” Phantoon said, eyeing Ridley. Ridley smiled, looking at the super computer.

“Good. It means I have succeeded in my efforts to make you top rank material,” Ridley replied.

The computer screen played a video of the Galactic Federation advertisement, the advertisement they had used on televisions universally before the Space Pirates formed and caused chaos. Ridley watched it closely. The trailer was very corny, and Ridley was relieved when it ended. After the advertisement, it showed an extra clip that was cut out of the commercial due to violence. The GF originally planned to incorporate it in a paid programming to give people an idea of their struggles, however, early on, it was considered too violent to be shown in the public. Phantoon managed to get his hands on one of them. Soon, a man started to speak on the screen. He was a general of the GF, probably deceased by now.

“Hello, and thank you for watching our video. I’m here to tell you about the Galactic Federation and their struggles these days. Nearly seven centuries ago, the humans had a problem with terrorism. But that wasn’t their only threat around. Amongst the wars between their own race, they were subsequently attacked by an unknown alien race by the year 2027. The discovery led to a tremendous breakthrough for many scientists. They had discovered that there actually was life out there, and that was all they needed to create space ships capable of flying out of Earth’s orbit. Over time, quite quickly at that, they had established many bases on other planets within their system. What had happened to the unknown race that attacked them remains undefined, but what we do know is that there might still be more. Soon, the humans met with other aliens, who happened to be at constant war as well. They joined forces, and called theirself the Federation Alliance. Over time, that name changed to Galactic Federation. The humans played a major role in the military forces of the Galactic Federation, and the aliens were mainly those in office, governing the Federation. For a time, this organization was unstoppable. They had a nice age of peace, and no crime tried to erupt from nowhere to try and stop it. We had no enemies for a long time, up until the Space Pirates rose. They took the Metroids from our grasp, and they are still amidst the space to this day. They have been establishing many bases across the galaxy, practically any planet. One mistake they made, however, was to create a settlement on Bilium. We had tried our hardest to stop them, and this was one of our first fights. On the planet, we saw that both of our races were being infected with an unknown disease, that made anything the carrier touch die. Eventually, the carrier would have internal bleeding, and overflow with blood. And the only way to cure it was to die. We put the infected in quarantine, and left the Space Pirates twitching on the planet. Whether they were done the same or not is unknown. We…”

Ridley stopped the video.

“Of course!” he shouted. Phantoon stared at him, as if he were crazy. “We left a few Pirates there!”

“So…you abandoned them?” Phantoon asked, confused.

“No, I couldn’t risk it. A few soldiers must have contracted it and managed to get back here. Maybe we left ships as well…” Ridley replied.

“Then wouldn’t the disease camp on the ships?” Phantoon suggested. Ridley stared at Phantoon wide-eyed.

“That’s probably it,” he said, and walked out.

“A little thank you would be nice!” Phantoon shouted. Ridley flicked Phantoon off as he left the room. “Oho, I see how it is!” Phantoon knew Ridley was joking.


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Sylux had his ship’s invisibility on. Samus could still track him down, but shooting him would be a pain. Sylux liked the Space Pirate hunter ship more than the Kriken one—this was more like a luxury. He couldn’t wait much longer; the Galactic Federation wasn’t too far behind. He fired the turbo of his ship, following Samus close behind. Sylux punched the connector button, and a metal pipe wide enough to send Sylux through safely extended from the bottom of his ship. It connected to Samus’s ship, allowing him to enter.


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Samus heard a crash on her ship, and checked the radar. She had just realized that it was buzzing. She looked up what the bogey was, and saw nothing. Suddenly, the door into her ship opened, and a figure popped through it. She turned around, and gasped.

“Not you,” she said. Sylux surged electricity through his arm.

“Yes, me,” he said calmly. “Come quietly, and you won’t be hurt.”

“Hell no,” Samus replied. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No,” Sylux said. “But if you don’t come, I’ll have to call you stupid.”

“Why?” Samus asked. Soon, an even louder crash sounded. Sirens started blaring in Samus’s ship. “I’m hit!”

“Of course you are,” Sylux shouted. “Because you didn’t listen!”

Underneath her helmet, Samus glared at Sylux.

“This is some sort of trick, isn’t it?” she asked. “I bet you were sent out to try and get me to come with you so I can fall into a trap. It won’t work.”

Sylux felt like he had been caught. Ridley never clarified what exactly he wanted to do with Samus, let alone why he didn’t bother to do it himself. But he couldn’t remain on this ship.

“Would you rather be shot down, or do you want to live?” Sylux asked. Samus shook her head no, and Sylux backed away. He escaped back into his ship, which remained undamaged because of the invisibility camouflage. The connector detached from the smoking ship, and Sylux watched as the Galactic Federation had, as expected, shot continuously at Samus. They caught her off guard. She couldn’t last much longer. And on top of that, she didn’t want to kill the Galactic Federation.

One final blow bashed into Samus’s ship’s engine, causing it to go out of whack. She soon found herself rocketing downward towards an unknown planet. She had entered its atmosphere. Sylux watched the ship go down, and subsequently followed it. The Galactic Federation followed, unaware of the invisible ship ahead.


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Samus woke on the crashed ship. She had barely survived the impact. She got up, and bashed a window open. A frosty wind blew over her helmet, and ice crystals blocked her vision. She stepped out of her ship, and started walking. Soon, she slipped. She fell on her back, and struggled to stand back up. She cleared the crystals from her helmet, and scanned the area. She was in an icy pit, with a dead tree to the right, and a door on the other side. Looking above, she gathered that she was about twenty feet under the surface. Suddenly, she heard the whooshing sounds of ships zipping above her. She was lucky not to be found.

She entered the door, and scanned the passage that followed. It was highly mechanical. Rusted, but still functional. She walked down the mechanical path, and entered the next door. Within the next room was a large mechanical base that sat in a snowy valley.

Phendrana Drifts? she thought. Suddenly, she heard a voice shout “there she is!” and she saw an entire squadron of Federation troops dashing towards her. They started shooting at her, and she started shooting back. She soon noticed that her beams didn’t work. Her missiles caused them to flinch, but nothing more. It was then that a large blue creature busted through a mechanical wall, screeched, and pounced on the far away troops. It started ripping and tearing at their flesh, and killed many of them. A few troops retreated, as Samus had, and the creature stomped off out of the valley.

Metroids? Here? Samus thought. She had just seen an Omega Metroid rip at a squadron of Federation troops. Behind the mechanical wall was a path of torn and shredded wires. Samus took a run for it, and the Federation troops only clipped her with laser shots if anything. She ran into the passage, and fell down a pit of torn technology. At the end was another hole. She entered, and saw a large hangar room that was entirely mechanical. It had a form of fungus and mold crawling along the walls, and eggs. Lots of eggs. Inside the eggs were little bulbous creatures with fangs. Samus soon knew that she was inside a Metroid’s hive.

Samus examined the eggs closely with her Scan Visor, and could clearly tell that they were Metroids. But then, large Omega Metroids started to ram at her, smashing her against a wall. They had caught her off guard. She looked around, and saw a Metroid Queen walk slowly towards her. It had its drooling mouth slightly open, ready to feast. Samus eyed a nearby elevator, and took a run for it. She entered it, and was relieved that it still functioned properly. She went up the elevator, and heard a loud smash. An Omega Metroid had smashed the elevator, making it impossible to go down. That meant that she only had one way to go: wherever this elevator took her.


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Sylux ran into the base, and clicked the communicator on. On the screen, Ridley appeared.

“Hm?” Ridley asked. Sylux backed the camera back, giving Ridley a view of where he was. When Ridley saw, he spat out the sip of a drink he was slurping down. He wiped his mouth, and gasped. “What are you doing at Settlement Zero?!”

Sylux simply answered: “Hunting.”[hr]

Now you've pulled an iUniverse on us. ~

(Sorry btw. Couldn't resist this shitty post, since merely opening this thread made me fall off my chair due its iUniversity)

Thank you, tomatobob. Exactly the kind of response I was going to go for after I was finished reading. Above posters get a facepalm from me.


Meh, this story made me go , but that's okay, since I go whenever I read a fanfic anyways. Couple of things:

1. You might've actually wanted to quintuple post. It cut off in the middle of chapter 4~ ='(
2. Yikes. I guess from the writer's point of view that it's easier to make everyone talk, but, for me, at least, it kinda kills the realism in a Metroid fic. At least Samus coulda been silent. *grumble grumble*
3. Couple of details in there are off, like the fact that they use a system of time we can actually relate to, and some corny bits of writing. Also kills the realism =P

Overall, though, this was a pretty good read. I'd love to see more. (ESPECIALLY THE REST OF CHAPTER 4 AND CHAPTER 5 )

'Tis true. But can Fusion really be called a Metroid game? =P

Seriously, though, the point, at least in the video games, is to keep Samus silent mainly so that it gives the player more of a sense of being Samus (this is a common line of thought when compared to the Prime series.) I'd think it would transfer well into a Metroid fanfic.

Yes, it can.

And silent protagonists work a lot better in games than in text, games being much more interactive and all.

You know what, forget the for right now. This story keeps getting better and better.



The first three chapters were quite corny, but this I like.

LOL Adam =P

Oh, I know what's going to happen to Adam, and it won't be quick and brutal.

I'm not a lawyer, so technically I can't give you legal advice and stuff, but a few words of wisdom:

The following statement is something you should put on all of your writings, so that your stories don't get stolen.

This story is copyright (c) [insert year] [your name]

Example: This story is copyright (c) 2007-2008 John Doe

You should add the next statement so you don't get sued by Nintendo for using their names.

All trademarks and copyrights contained in this document are owned by their respective trademark and copyright holders.

Oh, and it wouldn't hurt to put those on each page.

Summarily creepy, in it's own right. One thing, though... You might wanna steal some parentheses from TJF588 and put references to the games themselves in those. Even if we all already know, it makes the story flow better sometimes IMO... Unfortunately, I can't find the part I'm complaining about ATM. =(

This is regardless of any additional symbols or registration. Of course this only refers to people / works created in the U.S. and countries that have signed copyright agreements with the U.S. (all major ones).

http://www.copyright.gov/help/faq/faq-general.html

I have no clue how fan-fictions work in regards to characters created and registered to other companies. I'd assume fair use and really what are the chances that Nintendo is going to waste their time in a lawsuit over something this small.

WARNING: Although this chapter contains no swearing whatsoever, it has slightly more graphically described violence than usual. Not enough to warrant an R rating, but I'm just warning those who are grossed out easily by blood and insect-frog-lizard-thingy guts.

Chapter Eight: The Hive

Samus and Weavel walked into the hallway Samus travelled down before after she crashed. Weavel was walking about ten feet ahead. He opened the door at the end of the hall, and quickly stuck to the wall to sidle. Samus quickly followed suit.

“Troopers up ahead,” Weavel whispered. “We need to work around them.”

“How many are there?” Samus asked. “If there are only about ten, we can run through them safely.”

Weavel stuck his head around the doorway and looked through. Federation troopers were walking around casually, and a few were standing, as if guarding something.

“There are only a few,” Weavel said. “But the hole into the hive is sealed.”

“Must we go to the hive?” Samus asked.

“Yes,” Weavel replied. “It is the only way out of here, as the other passage seems to have experienced an avalanche.”

“Well?” Adam said. “What do you propose we do?”

Weavel didn’t reply. He just picked up a flat object from the leg on his armor, and held it up to Samus between his index and middle finger. Samus immediately guessed what it was.

“A bomb?” Samus asked. Weavel nodded.

“We are going to need a distraction,” Weavel said. “Two heavy armor troopers guard the door.”

“I can do it,” Samus suggested. “I know the armor suit anatomy of that brand of Federation trooper, and they only send those in for backup. If I remove the regular troopers from the premises, I would lure the heavy armors to me. I won’t be able to take them down, but I can short circuit them, causing a temporary armor suit lockdown. That’ll be your time to bomb the door back open into the hive.”

“Brilliant,” Weavel agreed. “Now get going. We have no time to lose.”

Samus nodded, and ran out into the open. She broke into Speed Booster and shinesparked a trooper. The result was that the trooper flew back at a high speed and cracked his spine on the tough ice wall behind him. The heavy armor troopers watched the fight, and waited to see if the regulars could handle it themselves. After that move Samus made, about ten troopers started to unload their clips onto Samus. Quickly, she took cover. She turned around and looked at the heavy armors, who returned a glance. She waved and then flipped them off. One of the heavy armors replied to that gesture by pointing at the location she was in. The regular troopers started to move in.

“Was that really the brightest idea?” Adam asked. Samus didn’t answer. The troops moved around the corner, and started firing. Samus unleashed a charged diffusion missile and brutally destroyed the troops. She finished the rest off with a couple Plasma Beam shots. Finally, the heavy armors moved in and thwapped Samus on the back with their weapon. Samus fell over, and then rolled over with her arm cannon pointing at them. She shot a few of her heavy duty weapons at the two armor troops, but it had no effect. Samus held two fingers up high, and Weavel started sneaking around the walls of the outdoor corridor. He climbed the ledge, and jumped back down. The heavy armor troops heard the noise and took off after Weavel. Panicking, Weavel whipped out his energy sword. As one of the troops approached, he stabbed it in the stomach. The sword drove through the armor all the way out the troop’s back. With blood slowly pouring out the troop’s armor, Weavel was satisfied that this one was down and soon to be out. He pulled the sword out, and the body dropped to the ground. The other heavy armor troop started to run towards Weavel, whom Weavel quickly grabbed and pushed back. He held the troop against the sealed wall that was targeted to be blown up, and Samus quickly ripped out some wiring from the back of the troop’s armor. The troop fell to his knees and started to shake, as his armor started to malfunction. Weavel ran back and stood next to Samus, and shot a net at the troop. The net held the heavy armor troop to the sealed door, and Weavel ran up to the shaking body. He pulled out his bomb, and stuck it to the troop’s head.

“Bon voyage,” Weavel said. He armed the bomb, and turned to Samus. “Take cover!”

Samus quickly hid behind a large rock, and Weavel did the same. Within ten seconds, there was a ridiculous explosion that shot through the entire area. Weavel and Samus quickly held onto their rock. After the explosion subsided, a heavy armor troop’s helmet bounced across the ground and slid across the ice. Weavel stood up and checked the hole.

“It’s wide open,” he said. “Let’s go.”

Samus walked towards the hole and jumped down the same vertical passageway she travelled the first time she came through here. She remembered that the elevator would not work, but she came prepared this time. Weavel followed her down the hole. As Samus walked out into the green, moldy section of Settlement Zero, she was surprised to not see even one Omega Metroid. She got a closer look at the room she had been in before, and soon learned that this was once the barracks for the Space Pirate army.

“I can see why they took the barracks,” Adam said. “Every planet is hotter towards its core, and this sector still has a functional heat generator, likely so the army would not freeze during bitter cold nights.”

“The Metroids are very typical,” Weavel said.

“Natural instinct can be a very predictable virtue,” Adam replied. Samus noticed the Queen she had seen earlier was not here. That must have meant that the Queen was possibly hunting during that time. She also noticed a large hole next to a non-operational door. Next to the door was a large sign that said “EXIT THIS WAY”.

“There’s our exit,” Samus said as she pointed at the hole.

“Are you insane, woman?” Weavel barked. “That way only leads deeper into the Metroid hive!”

“Yes it does,” Samus replied. “But the elevator is obsolete, and there is no other path down here.”

Weavel sighed. “Fine. But if we meet a Queen, I am going to leave it to you,” he told Samus.

“Fair enough,” she said. “It’s my fault we’re down here, anyway.”

Samus walked across the room and through the hole, as Weavel slowly tagged along. In the next corridor were many eggs scattered across the ground. Obviously, this must have been the infant care center for Metroids. It also was obvious that the Queen was somewhere near.

“How do you slay a Metroid?” Weavel asked. Adam made a computerized sigh.

“Metroid larvae are peculiar creatures. They have a flexible membrane that cannot be destroyed at all because of how flexible it is. However, the membrane can be frozen. When the membrane is frozen, it is no longer flexible, and is subject to being shattered. Thus, you can break the membrane with brute force, preferably explosives. You can also force the entire creature to explode before freezing it if you have the correct weaponry,” Adam explained.

“Thank you, computer man, for that wonderful anatomy lesson,” Weavel said sarcastically. Adam didn’t seem to detect the sarcasm and replied.

“You’re welcome, cyborg,” Adam said sincerely, while at the same time returning the blow for Weavel calling him ‘computer man’.

“Neh,” Weavel retorted. Samus and Weavel carefully sneaked past the eggs and through into the next corridor. The corridor was humongous. Samus assumed it was the biggest section of living quarters. Metroids were sleeping all throughout the room. Samus turned to Weavel.

“Don’t panic and they won’t wake,” Samus told Weavel quietly. Weavel looked and saw the large population of Metroids flooding the area. He started to panic, but then held it in. Samus climbed down the crippled ladder to the floor, and snuck past a bunch of sleeping Zeta Metroids. Weavel did the same. Samus spotted the door and travelled to it. When she touched the wall, it fell over and made a loud BANG! All the Metroids popped up, and started to swarm towards Samus. Quickly, she jumped off the edge behind the wall she knocked down, and landed in a bowl shaped room. The bowl shaped curve was lined with some sort of gooey substance that was still solid enough to stand on. Weavel pushed and shoved through the crowd of Metroids and watched as they attacked Samus. He would’ve done something had there been only a few. An Omega Metroid went down and picked Samus up, and roared. Samus tried to shoot at the Omega Metroid, but her arm cannon was being held down tight by the creature’s grip. The Omega Metroid opened its mouth and started to slowly bring Samus’s head in closer to its jaws. She squirmed to get free, but failed. Just before the Omega Metroid closed its teeth in on Samus’s head, a loud roar echoed across the room. The Omega Metroid dropped Samus and ran back up to the edge. The other Metroids followed suit. Samus heard stomping footsteps, and looked around with blurred vision from the drop. As her vision evened out, she saw what she feared she would run into. The Queen Metroid walked through a hole in the bowl and walked up to Samus. It roared again, and picked Samus up with its jaws. After flinging Samus around, the Queen Metroid threw her at a wall up high. Samus felt pain serge through her body, and she fell face flat onto the gooey terrain. She quickly picked herself up onto her knee, and looked up at the Queen Metroid.

“It…didn’t…kill me?” Samus stuttered, confused.

“No. It wants to fight you, female to female,” Adam said. “See, every Metroid is male, save for one in about ten thousand. That one female becomes the Queen Metroid. The Queen Metroid’s lifetime is three times longer than a male Metroid’s. This is so it has time to birth another female Metroid to take up its mantle. However, Queen Metroids of a separate Metroid population can lead another by challenging the Queen of the other population. With Metroids being territorial, and that you happen to be a female with Metroid DNA infused with your own, your being here is a signal to this Queen that you wish to challenge her for dominance over this particular Metroid population.”

“Well, what do you know? The one time I get treated like a queen is when I’m challenged to a fight to the death with a gargantuan cannibalistic killer Metroid queen,” Samus said.

“Irony is a wonderful thing, is it not?” Adam said. The Queen Metroid huffed and stomped, then clawed at the ground as a gesture of a fight being commenced. Samus sighed.

“I guess it’s time to finish this,” Samus said. She pointed her arm cannon at the Queen Metroid, whom replied with an eardrum-shattering roar. The Queen ran towards Samus with its jaws wide open, ready to split Samus in two. She responded with a hearty charged Ice Beam shot down the creature’s throat. The Queen Metroid screeched, and stumbled over. It started squirming as if it were a turtle flipped on its shell, and Samus ran over and jumped on its belly. She started pelting the core membrane with Ice Beam shots. The Queen quickly flipped over and crushed Samus. After hearing a crack, the Queen roared as though it was victorious. Suddenly, an explosion took place under the Queen Metroid’s belly. The Queen Metroid flew back about twenty feet and slid across the goo floor. Where the Queen once was lie Samus in Morph Ball form. She unmorphed, and walked towards the Queen. The Queen stumbled back to balance, and spat acid at Samus. The acid landed a direct hit on Samus, and started to burn away at her energy. Quickly, she ran to the side and attempted to get it off. The acid’s effects wore off, and Samus stepped back into the fight. She had realized in her HUD that she only had thirty-seven energy left! She engaged combat as brutally as possible, but before her initial attack, something clonked her on the head. She picked the item up and realized it was a Repair Pack, something the Power Troopers of the Space Pirates used on Tallon IV to repair their suit. She looked up at Weavel, who saluted. Subsequently, an Omega Metroid thwapped Weavel on the back, and Weavel flicked the Omega Metroid off. Samus applied the Repair Pack to her suit, and it healed her all the way to full.

“Samus, the quickest way to end this fight would be to lay a Power Bomb into the Queen’s stomach. Such an explosion within her would cause her core to spill out,” Adam suggested. “But you will have to be quick. Being in the Queen’s stomach will damage you severely.”

Samus agreed. She pointed her arm cannon at the Queen. The Queen dashed after Samus. Samus quickly froze the Queen’s four feet to the ground, and ran after the roaring monster. As Samus ran, she froze the Queen’s neck in place, and when she was close, Samus jumped. In mid-air, Samus morphed into ball form and swiftly landed on the Queen’s bottom jaw. She rolled down the Queen’s throat quickly before the Queen closed its jaws. Just as Samus entered the Queen’s stomach, she laid a Power Bomb to get the job done quick and easy. The Power Bomb forced the membrane to split open, and split open it did. Samus fell out the stomach as well as the Queen’s internal organs. She unmorphed and fell to her knees.

“That hurt a little too much…” Samus said, exhausted from the depleted energy. The Queen went on rampage from the gutting Samus performed. Within fifteen seconds, the lack of vital organs caused the Queen to die down slowly yet quietly. Samus took a step, and slipped on the clear fluid that spilled out the core of the Queen. Samus slipped and hit the Queen’s spilt pre-digestional acid. A small bit of acid slid into Samus’s arm cannon, and as Samus stood up, she felt her arm cannon shake as an aura surrounded it. Suddenly, her arm cannon ejected brown acid.

------------------------------ACID BEAM ACQUIRED. MELT CERTAIN METAL ALLOYS AND ANATOMICALLY TARGET AN ENEMY FOR DIFFERENT RESULTS. ------------------------------

Samus was a tad confused. How was it any different from the Plasma Beam? Without asking, Adam answered that question.

“The Acid Beam is used to melt particular alloys that are otherwise totally indestructible. It also allows you to target different parts of an enemy’s body for a different outcome. For instance, target an enemy’s legs, and their mobility will be undermined. Aim at an enemy’s arm or weapon, and they will be disarmed. If their weapon was not a part of their armor structure or anatomic make-up, however, they can pick the weapon up again. Aim for the body, and they will disintegrate. Aim for the head, and their head will melt as the rest of the body falls over. Of course, larger enemies would only be damaged if you use Acid Beam on them,” Adam explained. “It also infuses an extra Metroid gene into your DNA: the ability to drain energy from the enemy. Your suit no longer accepts Energy Tanks anymore, as you are now equipped with a single large health bar that depletes significantly slower than your normal energy reserves when damaged. You can thank the Queen for all of this, Samus.”

Samus was astounded. A different kind of energy reserve…with the ability to drain energy from foes. This could be a blessing or a curse, or both. But now Samus felt stronger than ever before. The cannibalistic Metroids hopped down and surrounded Samus. Weavel stuck behind the crowd. The Omega Metroids kneeled and roared. The other Metroids made their funky sounds. The crowd cleared a way for Weavel to walk through to Samus. At the same time, they tried to kill Weavel. Samus quickly silenced the Metroids before Weavel was dinner.

“What do you know? You’re slowly becoming one of them,” Weavel said sarcastically. Samus ignored Weavel. She figured the Metroids would not understand English, so she signaled for them to move away and stay. The Metroids did exactly as follows. Samus and Weavel then left the bowl shaped room out the side they never touched. Down an emergency exit, and the two were outside again, out in the bitter cold.

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Sylux and Ridley walked down the halls of the mother ship, still docked on Vho.

“Why am I here and not removing the evil race like Samus and Weavel?” Sylux asked Ridley.

“Because, good fellow. You are of other importance to us…” Ridley replied. Ridley opened a door into a room with a testing table. “Lie down.”

“No,” Sylux retorted. “I will not be tested on.”

“Don’t think of it that way. Think of it more like…a dream,” Ridley said.

“A dream?” Sylux didn’t sound impressed. Suddenly, a large object hit Sylux square on the helmet’s scalp, and Sylux’s machinery entered lockdown. Subsequently, Sylux fell over, as if he was unconscious.

“Whoever fixed up his armor programmed the realism in very nicely,” Ridley said. He turned to a Pirate scientist holding a thick metal pipe. “Strap him down.”

The scientist nodded, and threw the metal pipe to the side. It left the room and entered the one next door, which was visible from the first room through a soundproof window. The scientist pressed a button as Ridley placed the unconscious Sylux on the table. The button triggered a few metal straps to rise and wrap around Sylux’s mechanical limbs to hold him down.

“Send a concentrated serge to make him remain in lockdown for twelve hours,” Ridley told the scientist. The scientist nodded again, and pressed another button, which sent an electric current through Sylux’s body. “Now let’s cut this baby open.”

you mean "of".

It's a cute story, but unfortunitally some admin will shut this down. There was a guy who got banned for repetitively posting a 'metroid database' topic about Hunters. Arkanian thought was a fanfic.