Metroid Interface Ch. 2

Metroid Interface Ch. 2

2. Logs

He didn’t understand why, but Striker was extremely surprised he could open his eyes.

His body was heavy, limp, and floating in a warm liquid. He couldn’t move his arms, which were uncomfortably wrapped across his chest. As the Pirate looked down, he saw a large metal plate embedded into his flesh. He noticed the extended feeding tube down his throat, and as Striker lifted his eyes to look outside his floating form, he saw many yellow stares.

It wasn’t like the Space Pirates to save their injured or weak. They all were proud and stubborn and believed in the survival of the fittest. This, of course, made them utterly barbaric and unruly at times, perhaps one of the reasons they had no females, and why their kind was left to clone and genetically create each other.
“Striker Sir,” said a voice, not the same one he had conversed with earlier. Striker, unable to speak, choked on his tube, letting the bubbles rise up to show his alertness. “Ridley has ordered we enhance you. He believes your purpose to us is not done.” Striker blinked at this information, his hearing next to none as the voice clearing entered his brain. It was a true honor to be said of that by Ridley.
“Striker,” said the voice again, “Striker, we’re going to fuse you.”

Samus Aran plopped down in her seat, staring into the vast wonders of space.

She had escaped the pirates’ base without difficulty, used to their attempts at ‘blowing her up’. As her ship reached the outer parts of the planet’s gravitational pull, Samus looked to her suit which was propped up and together by a very sturdy stand near her craft’s entrance. Bored, she let her gaze wander from the front of the ship, to the side where her weapons and energy reserves where, to the back, where she was able to store all her visor’s log information and repair her suit’s damages. On the left side, Samus saw the small capsule that positioned itself against the last wall. She had recently upgraded her ship’s appearance and necessities, fitting it with a hibernation chamber and outside firearms on the ends of her ship with missile cannons.
Over the last few years, Aran had grown tired of her usual tan colored transportation and decided to make it a dark blue with a green under belly, to match the ships outer window tint. Deciding it best, she also recently installed the craft with a cloaking device in the transport’s main computer. She hadn’t had a chance to try it out, but assumed it might come in handy for her one day. Finally, one last change had been made. The Hunter had linked her suit’s technology and inner computer, with her ship’s central processing unit. This was to avoid any unwanted losing of her aircraft’s location, as her suit’s navigation had been damaged in her last mission, and to interrupt any unnecessary worrying of the Space Pirates’ favoritism for explosions.

Samus, so used to being inside her costume, glanced down to her usual navy attire. This was wore on the inside of her custom outfit, and made with material that could withstand electrical shocks, sonic booms, and protected her fragile, yet adaptable body, from being crushed under extreme force; at least, to some extent. It was rather tight, and in her first months of travelling the galaxies, had been very uncomfortable, but now, in her experienced present, it was like her second skin, and she was able to move about with ease.
Sighing heavily, Aran set down to work. Standing up, the female quietly walked over to her costume, feeling as her long, blonde hair flowed with her movements just at her waist. She searched the helmet, pressing a small red button under her visor’s access much like a handy little pick-pocket. A tiny chip emerged from just below the inside button, and Samus delicately took it between her index and thumb.
Smoothly making her way back to the pilot seat, the young woman sat down, not even looking down at the many controls on her long, table-like buffet. Pushing buttons and pulling levers, Samus heard as the CPU to her ship activated. The screen showing the stars and blackness of space disappeared, replaced by a large light blue screen to which words were typed. The Hunter heard as her ship spoke through speakers on the upper walls.

Auto Pilot engaged. Please enter your access code.

The blonde smiled and silently pressed her fingers on a pad that scanned her prints with a slight tinge of heat.

Thank you. Welcome Samus Aran. Glad to see you’re in good health.

Now, this wasn’t the only way to access her ship. Had anyone even dared to try and make their way towards it, they’d never walk away, this was Aran’s comfort. Samus had customized her ship to recognize her own DNA by sensing her body temperature, blood and even her menstrual cycle. While the last one was just a precaution, Samus thought it very clever, and should there have been any confusion, her ship was the best in its security. No one entered without her knowledge or consent; therefore, it was perhaps the safest place for her.

As The Hunter uploaded her visor’s data into her motherboard, the usual foreign symbols appeared on the screen. With a few buttons, the female was able to decode it and read it just as if it were a bedtime story.

Log 5.4

Subject: Ridley

Status: Stable and holding

Subject appears to be taking to the foreign DNA with no difficulty. Vitals holding, muscle mass is evolving, appearance altering, aggressive nature steadily rising with longer exposure to foreign DNA.

Samus couldn’t help but lean forward as she read. She had encountered Ridley many times in her travels, and until now had thought he was dead. But it seemed that once again, he was changing.

Log 7.1

Subject in hibernation since last fusion, seems to have developed an uncanny taste for blood. Longer exposure could result in radical behavioral and appearance alterations.

Log 15.6

Subject: Larva subject 3

Status: Weak

Subject appears to deject Phazon exposure, Life force weak. Subject will be left. Continued experiments requested.

Aran scanned the many logs she read, each growing less and less comprehendible. The Pirates were always trying to play God, and now Samus feared that perhaps they were close to succeeding. She knew they wanted to take over the galaxies, destroy planets, decolonize them and create new, more hideous monsters, but it appeared that something was happening with Ridley. Once again, she would have to face the monster in all his glory. She’d have to keep tabs on the Pirates once again. They always plagued her. She had attempted to annihilate them all, but no sooner did she kill them, did it seem they came back. It was maddening. Although, it did keep her in good pay as many different species came to her for help.

Returning the ship back to its usual screensaver of space, Samus replaced the visor data to her suit and sat back down in her pilot seat. Thinking a moment, she then began to take control of her ship’s navigation, and locating the nearest Pirate ship, she set her craft to follow its course.
She knew the Pirates always had numerous ships because they always seemed to grow in number. Plus, whatever twisted fiends they were creating now, it was obvious she had to stop them before they landed on some other poor unsuspecting planet.

In a matter of hours, Samus’ ship alerted her.

She awoke with a jump, rubbing her eyes and sitting up in her chair. Dead ahead of her was a large cargo craft. Aran smirked. Setting her craft to autopilot, Samus followed behind the large aircraft, readying herself for battle by quickly fitting herself in her suit. Sitting back down, with her helmet off for better vision, The Hunter stalked its prey.
Immediately, the ship ahead of her began firing, and as Samus’ smaller, more versatile ship hastily took the offense, she saw as they started up their old tricks.

The cargo ship began to descend into the planet’s gravitational pull.

Aran grit her teeth and flew to catch up, firing weapons at the other’s thrusters, in which, it lost control and began to fall at a faster rate with minimal steering into the planet’s atmosphere. Hidden beneath the planet’s now noticeable clouds, Samus was left only try and land her ship safely on the planet and look for the Pirates. Steering and keeping tabs as her ship entered into the planet’s sky, the female was greeted by something she hadn’t seen in nearly five years; a clear, sun-infatuated blue firmament.
The bounty hunter couldn’t help but lean forward and attempt to touch her transport’s window. She was overwhelmed at its beauty, and as she drew closer to the planet’s surface, she was even further astonished, letting out a slight gasp in her excitement.

There were trees, green grasses, meadows, and even long, entangling rivers. The sun was warm and bright, and even in the distance, Samus observed a mountain. The hunter hadn’t seen anything like it in such a long while that she knew instantly she had to land, and felt a wave of relief even knowing that the pirates were somewhere on it’s loving scenery. At this sight, the female was even more determined to protect this planet. Searching with large, blue pools, Samus decided to land in a clearing of trees, to aid in her ship’s guise against any locals. As her ship landed, Samus put on her helmet and situated her air supply, checked her arm cannon and quickly tweaked her scanner, before standing on the fitting platform and rising up into the planet’s atmosphere.

Leaping with great height from the ship’s haven, Samus’ feet met up with long green blades. She looked down at these and plucked one from the emerald floor, moving to open a small passage in her cannon. This was used to scan a planet’s toxins, chemical levels, and compounds needed to determine if it was habitable. Placing the small blade on the scanner and closing the lid, Samus waited as her visor appeared with its loading screen. It was then her visor, able to do multiple tasks at once, alerted her of something moving nearby. Hurriedly she turned and charged a minuscule blast from her beam, watching as it danced its way with dangerous speed in the direction of the movement.
To Aran’s complete and utter amazement, the energy was blasted back at her, in which she dodged and rolled. She stood erect. Her scanner was still loading, as there were a lot of different compounds in this planet’s atmosphere, but the woman was clearly able to see another figure, lean and powerful as it emerged from the surroundings.

It was a male. His golden tress seemed to glow in the sunlight as it beamed down on him, and his piercing, wise, sapphire orbs stared at her with intent distrust. He wore what one would call a tunic, white leggings, and large auburn boots that strangely made no sound as he made his way towards her. When he was a few feet away he stopped. Samus noticed his long, pointed ears, and the lone navy earring in his right. In his brown-gloved hand was a long, impressive sword that glowed with a familiar yellow luminosity. Samus came to realize, just as her visor was done compiling information, that his sword had deflected her cannon’s blast. The male pulled a decorative shield from on his back, a small wisp of cobalt light emerging from underneath the hat he wore. It danced around this young man with urgency.
“Who are you?” Questioned the male darkly, gripping at his sword’s hilt and positioning his shield. Samus saw that the planet was indeed able to hold life, as the man was able to breathe air, and, finding that even her visor had no information on this individual, Samus slowly reached up and unlocked her helmet’s pressurized hold. The man took a step back as the hunter’s exposed eyes stared into his, her face flushed as the cool air hit her features.
“I’m Samus Aran, galactic bounty hunter. Who are you?” The male was hesitant in responding, the small little orb around him quivering in obvious fear.
“Link, Hero of Time.”