Post by eiron on Jan 13, 2009 14:21:00 GMT -5
At the suggestion of Angel and the encouragement of Dobs, I have posted my first ever fan fic.
This takes place in the Metroid series, shortly after Metroid Fusion.
I would greatly appreciate any comments and critiscisms.
“For all the beauty and wonder of the Universe, never let it be forgotten that most of it is cold, empty, and dead.” Adam Malkovich looked morosely down at the planet below him. An ashen wasteland dotted with fiery volcanic eyes stared malevolently back. They had arrived at Aeries 7. Located beyond even the farthest fringes of civilized space, the planet rotted in a slow, dying orbit, doomed to burn at the hand of its own slowly dying star. The rising sun set the sullen skies ablaze with red light, and the whole planet seemed to rage at the star born visitor above.
Malkovich considered waking the girl who accompanied him. The small red orb that passed as his eyes flicked on, illuminating the cabin with yet more red light. Samus Aran slept in the pilot’s seat, her arms folded across her chest, as if to ward off the cold. Adam focused the camera on her. Her sleep as of late had been fitful and increasingly short in duration, and he was reluctant to wake her. No matter, he thought. Her presence is not required.
He brought the ship into orbit, and activated the passive sensors. The gunship’s electronic equipment gently hummed and whirred in mechanized lullaby. In the quite depths of space, on the very edge of existence, the hunt still continued for Adam Malkovich. Not even death could stop the immutable march towards destiny. His consciousness inseparably welded into the killing machine that was Samus’s gunship, Adam Listened and watched. After several minutes, he saw it. An orbital station crudely assembled from several freighters and cargo ships. It hung in low orbit, a black shadow over the angry world below.
At length he spoke. “Samus. We’ve arrived.”
Samus Aran opened her eyes. She sat motionless for a moment, staring at the scene blow her, then stood and turned for the door in the rear of the cabin.
“Adam, take us in. Hail the station and announce our approach.” She left the cockpit and entered the Armament Chamber, annoyed with herself. She did not remember falling asleep, and it frustrated her that she had succumbed to her fatigue at all, let alone in front of her former Commanding Officer. In the past, Samus had often slept at the helm of her gunship, but she felt uncomfortable doing so now, under the ever present gaze of Adam Malkovich.
Inside the chamber, she lifted her arms slightly to the side. She was enveloped in warm light, and the Varia Suit materialized around her. Adam really is the best person I could be stuck with in this situation she thought. When Samus had left her Chozo caretakers and joined the Federation, it had been Adam whom she had instantly gravitated towards. He asked no questions like the others, he listened more than he spoke, and like her, showed the outward display of calm indifference. But Samus had always felt that he could see right through her, read her like a book, while he remained an enigma to all around him. He could tell that suddenly being thrust back into the rushed noisy center of humanity was a frightening, alien experience for her, and he had always been there for her. Being there for her was what had killed him. Even so… Samus thought, Even Adam Malkovich is too much of humanity for me now.
Adam’s voice issued out from the intercom. “Samus. They’re not responding. Something’s wrong.”
The last time Adam had seen Samus before having his mind hardwired into her ship’s computer would have been the day he died. He didn’t remember the actual act of dying of course, but he had seen the footage. Samus’ combat visor had recorded his impalement by the pirate scythe. The only things Adam remembered was what had been salvaged from his dying brain, or what had been uploaded into a “human save file,” which was set up to prevent loss of combat data and also preserve the Federation’s top commanders and tacticians in times of war. After that, he, or at least his disembodied mind, had been put through rigorous Federation training to accustom him to his new form of existence. By the time he was reunited with Samus, she had changed considerably. She was colder, harder to read, and barely spoke. After he had died, she had left the Federation to live the lonely life of a bounty hunter. Now, she was struggling to adjust to prolonged human contact again.
The door to the rear of the cabin hissed open and Samus entered, clad in her chozo armor, her helmet held at her side.
“What’s going on?” she asked, sliding into the pilot seat.
“The entire station is without power. No life support systems, no communications. There are very faint life signs, but I can’t pinpoint their location without an active sensor sweep. Damage around the airlocks suggests forced entry.” He paused for a moment. “Someone beat us here. But it wasn’t the Federation this time.”
Samus stared at the malformed hulk before them, wondering what fresh horrors waited inside. She strapped on her helmet. Without needing to be told, Adam silently brought the ship to the station’s main docking port.
“The survivors are likely holed up in the cargo containers on the far right side of the station, and are running out of oxygen. Whoever did this may still be onboard. I will provide support when able. Any questions, Lady?”
Samus stepped into the airlock and flicked on her Arm Cannon.
“No.”
This takes place in the Metroid series, shortly after Metroid Fusion.
I would greatly appreciate any comments and critiscisms.
Metroid: Renegade
Prologue
Prologue
“For all the beauty and wonder of the Universe, never let it be forgotten that most of it is cold, empty, and dead.” Adam Malkovich looked morosely down at the planet below him. An ashen wasteland dotted with fiery volcanic eyes stared malevolently back. They had arrived at Aeries 7. Located beyond even the farthest fringes of civilized space, the planet rotted in a slow, dying orbit, doomed to burn at the hand of its own slowly dying star. The rising sun set the sullen skies ablaze with red light, and the whole planet seemed to rage at the star born visitor above.
Malkovich considered waking the girl who accompanied him. The small red orb that passed as his eyes flicked on, illuminating the cabin with yet more red light. Samus Aran slept in the pilot’s seat, her arms folded across her chest, as if to ward off the cold. Adam focused the camera on her. Her sleep as of late had been fitful and increasingly short in duration, and he was reluctant to wake her. No matter, he thought. Her presence is not required.
He brought the ship into orbit, and activated the passive sensors. The gunship’s electronic equipment gently hummed and whirred in mechanized lullaby. In the quite depths of space, on the very edge of existence, the hunt still continued for Adam Malkovich. Not even death could stop the immutable march towards destiny. His consciousness inseparably welded into the killing machine that was Samus’s gunship, Adam Listened and watched. After several minutes, he saw it. An orbital station crudely assembled from several freighters and cargo ships. It hung in low orbit, a black shadow over the angry world below.
At length he spoke. “Samus. We’ve arrived.”
Samus Aran opened her eyes. She sat motionless for a moment, staring at the scene blow her, then stood and turned for the door in the rear of the cabin.
“Adam, take us in. Hail the station and announce our approach.” She left the cockpit and entered the Armament Chamber, annoyed with herself. She did not remember falling asleep, and it frustrated her that she had succumbed to her fatigue at all, let alone in front of her former Commanding Officer. In the past, Samus had often slept at the helm of her gunship, but she felt uncomfortable doing so now, under the ever present gaze of Adam Malkovich.
Inside the chamber, she lifted her arms slightly to the side. She was enveloped in warm light, and the Varia Suit materialized around her. Adam really is the best person I could be stuck with in this situation she thought. When Samus had left her Chozo caretakers and joined the Federation, it had been Adam whom she had instantly gravitated towards. He asked no questions like the others, he listened more than he spoke, and like her, showed the outward display of calm indifference. But Samus had always felt that he could see right through her, read her like a book, while he remained an enigma to all around him. He could tell that suddenly being thrust back into the rushed noisy center of humanity was a frightening, alien experience for her, and he had always been there for her. Being there for her was what had killed him. Even so… Samus thought, Even Adam Malkovich is too much of humanity for me now.
Adam’s voice issued out from the intercom. “Samus. They’re not responding. Something’s wrong.”
The last time Adam had seen Samus before having his mind hardwired into her ship’s computer would have been the day he died. He didn’t remember the actual act of dying of course, but he had seen the footage. Samus’ combat visor had recorded his impalement by the pirate scythe. The only things Adam remembered was what had been salvaged from his dying brain, or what had been uploaded into a “human save file,” which was set up to prevent loss of combat data and also preserve the Federation’s top commanders and tacticians in times of war. After that, he, or at least his disembodied mind, had been put through rigorous Federation training to accustom him to his new form of existence. By the time he was reunited with Samus, she had changed considerably. She was colder, harder to read, and barely spoke. After he had died, she had left the Federation to live the lonely life of a bounty hunter. Now, she was struggling to adjust to prolonged human contact again.
The door to the rear of the cabin hissed open and Samus entered, clad in her chozo armor, her helmet held at her side.
“What’s going on?” she asked, sliding into the pilot seat.
“The entire station is without power. No life support systems, no communications. There are very faint life signs, but I can’t pinpoint their location without an active sensor sweep. Damage around the airlocks suggests forced entry.” He paused for a moment. “Someone beat us here. But it wasn’t the Federation this time.”
Samus stared at the malformed hulk before them, wondering what fresh horrors waited inside. She strapped on her helmet. Without needing to be told, Adam silently brought the ship to the station’s main docking port.
“The survivors are likely holed up in the cargo containers on the far right side of the station, and are running out of oxygen. Whoever did this may still be onboard. I will provide support when able. Any questions, Lady?”
Samus stepped into the airlock and flicked on her Arm Cannon.
“No.”
