Metroid Interface Ch. 1

Metroid Interface Ch. 1

1. The Hunter

The hum of computers and various other technological gizmos sounded in the head of Space Pirate Striker as he entered the familiar room. His sickly yellow, sharp orbs looked about the cold interior before they rested on the figure in the middle of the room. Striker’s clawed, heavy steps scratched along the metal floor as he made his way to the darken outline, partially visible by the light emitting from the middle of the area.

A large glass encasing rested squarely in the middle of the room, maroon fluid engulfing the figure within the transparent walls. Computers, screens and large transporters circled the sleeping being inside the glass. As Striker stood next to his fellow pirate, his eyes stared up into the face of the slumbering monster, tubes and IVs sticking out like some decorative new fashion.
“How is he,” growled the gawking pirate, his clawed and extended middle finger twitching in anticipation. When he reached up, the enlarged bone from his wrist barely grazed the glass. This bone acted much like a built-in scythe, and was a must for any pirate.
“Vital signs stable,” responded the other shadow in a fit of grunts, also looking up into the face of their superior. “Sir Ridley has almost completely fused, just as he commanded.” Striker nodded his sleek, raven-coated head.
“How is the Project proceeding?”
“Stable. All thirteen are secure and growing every eight hours.”
“Any sign of the Hunter?”
“No. But, as we speak, the stronger and more promising experiments are being loaded onto the crafts. It’s only a matter of time before the Hunter shows up. This time we’re prepared.” Striker nodded again in satisfaction.

The Hunter, the ultimate hated enemy of their people, foiling every plan they had ever had over the decades with its accursed technology; a mere bug beneath Striker’s large, heavy foot. He hated the Hunter. He wanted to smash and grind it’s entrails into the dirt. He would extinguish its life. He looked forward to it. At this thought, Striker turned his attention back to his more knowledgeable other.
“What about the queen?”
“Currently giving birth,” the scientist looked to the military leader, knowing his thought before his equal spoke. “Don’t worry; embryos of several Metroid are also being loaded onto the spacecrafts, along with Phazon and DNA from ‘The Forgotten’.” Striker was silent.

Over the many decades of their existence, throughout their quest for vital conquest of the galaxies, because of the Hunter, the space pirates’ entire female population had been annihilated. Because the pirates had learned to use their mistakes to their advantage, they now backed up all their precious information and data, keeping it hidden away from the Hunter’s prying and keen eyes.
It was the only way they had survived this long. They were forced to clone and grow their species in tubes and saucers, using ancient and cherished DNA from the last six females of their race before the Hunter’s last appearance. After that, only males were left. They were currently looking into cloning a female pirate, but as of now, it had been put aside due to Sir Ridley’s request. Striker once again looked to the figure suspended within the glass, seeing the large teeth twitching within his stomach, and his altered, more dangerous look. Large teeth-like fangs protruded from his shoulders, neck, and down his back.
“Tell the others to load him up,” Striker commanded, referring to Ridley.
“Yes Sir,”
“And take a sample. I know the Hunter will be here. We’re so close to getting results, its coming, I know it.”
“Yes.”
“Now,”

The scientist grumbled in ugly noises and went to one of the many computer screens, his long fingers slowly pressing buttons. Striker watched as a long, drill like weapon shifted and moved from the back of the darken room, slithering its way with mechanical shrieks and groans. The top of the glass encasement, fitted with a strong metal tube of which the liquid filtered, abruptly stopped it’s feeding to the subject and slowly, carefully unscrewed itself from the glass. The drill snake almost lovingly made its way into the liquid substance, quietly poking the tissue preserved within its care. The scientist sighed with relief as only small, loud bubbles came up from the subject’s mouth at the gesture. Soon, the large top of the glass was returned to its home, and the scientist went to gather the data collected.
Carefully putting the lime green blood in a test tube, he looked to Striker. The military pirate with each minute was growing more and more anxious, knowing full well that any minute the Hunter would arrive.
“What’re you waiting for?” He snarled, “Get it to the ship!”

Just as the scientist disappeared around the corner of the entrance, more, stronger looking pirates entered. While three of them went to the computers, pushing buttons and releasing preserved air from Ridley’s nursery, the other, more muscular beings were loudly and aggressively ordering each other, attaching small metal packs to the glass’s exterior. Soon, Ridley was free from the trap on the floor, and he and his whole glass snarl disappeared in a warped shift of atmosphere.
The pirate’s technology had advanced over the years, and soon, they had discovered that with the help of Phazon, they could teleport in small, short bursts, perfect for transporting large experiments such as Ridley. They were presently developing a sort of jet pack to try and transport themselves about, to more easily maneuver and keep up with the Hunter’s godlike agility and speed. Currently, the project was under construction, having killed and ripped apart every one of its reluctant volunteers. It seemed that the pirates DNA structure was unable to withstand even the diminutive burst through time. But, as Striker had found out, before the project had also been put aside, the travel of material and still life objects had been possible. So, having Ridley in the glass barrier was necessary for his evacuation onto the mother ship.

Striker had no sooner left the experimentation room and cleared into the hall when a loud, shrieking siren sounded. Taking the lead in the large cluster of pirates that had transported Sir Ripley; he took hold of the bulky cannon gun secured on his back. Checking the weapon with swift glances, Striker took command.

“Ready yourselves, we all know what that siren means! The Hunter has arrived!”

It was coming to get in the compound, and as Striker gestured for his pirates to keep watch at the experimentation room, he went on ahead down the left side of the long corridor and then down a covered bridge into another room. Blasting a door open with his standard energy firearm, he soon came into contact with the outside of the complex. He looked about with frantic scans, his eyes alert and ready. Soon he saw it. He saw the Hunter.
It was making its way to one of the side doors near the experimentation room. If it got to the area, it’d be able to decode all of their information in their databases. Of course they had made copies of the information, but it seemed had they no sooner made copies that the Hunter arrived, giving them next to no time to erase the original information.
Striker savagely called out to his lesser attentive soldiers, pointing up to where the Hunter was, in which fire soon ensued. Almost instantly the Hunter was jumping and dodging about, shooting its arm cannon with swift, quick bursts of yellow energy. Its blasts were powerful and after only a few hits on the less-agile pirates, they were down, their blood and organs splattering on the ground as the Hunter’s energy tore them apart. Quickly, Striker, with his long, muscular, powerful strides, made it to the nearest down fellow and situated himself in front of the Hunter’s current position. He situated the cannon on his shoulder and made to fire, calling to his men to cover him. What good did that do; they were all down in a matter of minutes, Striker covered in their blood and guts. Soon, he was the only one left.
The Hunter, with its long slender legs and powerful technology stood in front of him with what one could call expectancy. It wasn’t like the Hunter to wait in a kill, but it seemed it was sizing him up, and as Striker made to shoot off his cannon, in seconds the Hunter appeared as a ball, twisting its pitiful fragile spine within the suit it wore and rolled about, in which it laid numerous, small, blue energy bursts that exploded around him. Striker felt as one of the blasts hit him squarely in the leg, blowing off a large chunk of his muscle. He yelled and jumped clear in the air, forgetting his gun and dropping down on the small sphere with his powerful scythe.
He missed.
Emerging from it’s encasing, the Hunter rose up and above him, the gleam from its metal shining in the light of its loaded weapon. Striker looked up to see a large energy blast to hit him squarely in the chest. Dropping down in a state of shock and scattered insides, Striker lost consciousness.

Samus Aran, known by the Space Pirates as ‘The Hunter’, it was a very fitting title, and as she felt her feet impact with the ground, she looked down at her fallen enemy. Moving her hand up to quietly touch the side of her helmet, she saw that on the inside of her suit, where her eyes could see the outside world of which was inhabitable without this custom made ensemble, a small screen appear, scanning the damage for any useful information.
This was her standard issue visor, undoubtedly one of her most precious gadgets fitted to this wear. It helped her gather any information on any life form, translated and decoded foreign languages that allowed her to understand them, and revealed weaknesses to the many powerful and otherworldly monsters she encountered. Not only did it do all this, it gave her vital information on how to solve puzzles, and stored logs of various bits of information needed for her to finish a mission.
Seeing nothing of interest pin pointed on her scanner, she pressed the button on her helmet again and hurried to the nearest door, the one she had guess the leader pirate had come from. Entering this, she ran up and over a covered bridge, blasted the door with her arm cannon in which she then entered an enlarged room. Spying a long corridor ahead of her, she went down and came face to face with a door on her left. Calmly entering this space, she saw many recently used computers, the humming of their machines and strange noises speaking to her. She turned her visor on again and found many small red dots on each of the screens, signaling to Samus that the information within each machine was indeed important to her mission. Scanning each of these, she saw as her visor hacked into each computer, of which she quickly read the information and stored it away.
She heard as many of the space ships just outside started up, their engines loud and foreshadowing. She’d meet them again, probably on some other, more unfortunate planet. It was always the same. She came, they destroyed. So, when an alarm sounded, the Hunter wasn’t at all surprised when her scanner issued a warning on the inside of her vision.

Warning, Evacuate Immediately.