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The Bergman Affair	By : HunterOpera Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 48065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money from this. Metroid, Samus, et al are owned by the people that own them, not me. Other M was an abomination in terms of narrative. I'm writing porn while being more respective of the characters...

Chapter List
- 1-The Bergman Affair
- 2-Arrival at YS7-23
- 3-Shaktool
- 4-Kaaye
- 5-Bormu
- 6-Draygon
- 7-Cavern
- 8-Kago
- 9-Zoomer
- 10-Yapping Maw
- 11-Vogl
- 12-Zebesian
- 13-Slaughter
- 14-Interlude
- 15-SporeSpawn
- 16-Jump
- 17-Cacatac
- 18-Zoomer II
- 19-Keaton
- 20-Slime
- 21-Big Time
- 22-Sylux
- 23-Brannigan
- 24-Hook
- 25-Mia Xen
- 26-Line
- 27-Atrocity
- 28-Horror
- 29-Sinker
- 30-Fear
- 31-Ridley
- 32-Wreck
- 33-Pulse
- 34-Light
- 35-Robot
- 36-Laboratory
- 37-Covern
- 38-Phantoon
- 39-Sakamoto
- 40-Madeline
- 41-Damara
- 42-Melissa
- 43-Samus Aran
- 44-Punishment
- 45-Healing
- 46-Finale and Acknowledgments
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- 15
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Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0427
The first step was a careful one, he expecting his leg to give out, expecting his crippled limb to fail him like it had for the past decade or more. Instead, it supported his weight. If his species had been capable of crying he might have; instead he swayed, dizzy, taking one step and then another.
His leg did not fail him.
Letting out a howl of joy, he ran – old muscle regrown in a span of hours, a decade of neglect not stopping him from moving from one exercise to the next. He remembered all of it, the jumps and rolls, the ducks and swaying dodges, the spin and strikes. His benefactor watched on, smiling as she beheld his joy, her giggles joining his deeper laughter as he tested her improvements to his old arsenal.
And she had made so many improvements. Both his arms now acted as cannons where before he'd had only the one, an ice beam added to his favored plasma. He had targeting systems and mini-missiles attached to his shoulders, the powerful explosives more than a match for most starship armor, and his reflexes had lost nothing now that his tendons had been artificially restructured.
She put him through his paces, running him through trial after trial, each harder than the last. But he fought through all of them, taking care each time to get a hundred percent completion. That had been his pride, once upon a time – the only Hunter in the galaxy with a hundred percent rating.
Right up until Samus Aran had stolen everything from him. His rating, his name, his life. -Hatred- filled him, a warm glow that he now had the -power- to do something about.
He stepped out of the simulator room, smiling and happy for the first time since he'd escaped Mother Brain, feeling worthy of his old name. He ignored the whimpering human male tied on the ground, ignored the human female huddled on the couch, walked towards the human woman who had given him so much and looked so much like his enemy.
“One hundred percent efficiency rating,” his benefactor said, giggling again and clapping her hands. She looked at him with wide and adoring eyes, her glee a match for his own. “You really are 'Big Time' Brannigan.”
“Did you expect anything less?,” he said, smiling as he stood before her. He flexed the limb that had been crippled, clenching and unclenching a hand that had not worked for ten long years. “I feel like my old self again.”
Both of them turned to the wall of monitors, staring at the lone girl sitting on the cliffside. She'd placed a large leaf on top of a rock and was sitting on it, crafting armor out of a discarded Zebesian carapace she had pulled out of the caves earlier that day. Her face was tight and her eyes distant, the knife she had made flashing as she cleaned the chitin and used vines to tie it tight to her curves.
Samus Aran, without her armor, her zero suit, her justin bailey. Samus Aran, the woman that had crippled him, all alone. The carapace hugged her curves, cupping her otherwise naked flesh. Her new armor was primitive, pathetic, but she was doing a good job of covering the greater points of injury and vulnerability for her species.
Beside her lay a saber, a larger blade culled from a Zebesian's claw, infused with bone and tied with leather from a zoomer for a hilt. His benefactor mentioned in an off-hand way that she'd made her dagger from the corpse of Draygon weeks before, though she did not mention the circumstances in which the tooth had been taken.
His benefactor bit her lip, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched the monitors, staring at the Hunter who could have been her older sister, or even her twin. Brannigan studied the two of them; it was always hard to tell these things with aliens...
“Something wrong?” Brannigan asked.
“My Kaayes lost track of her in the caves,” said she, rocking back and forth on her heels. “It took her longer than expected to get out in the light. The light. There's nothing unexpected that appears to have happened down there...”
“... but with Samus Aran you don't want to take the chance,” Brannigan finished, his tone grim. He took note of the way his benefactor tensed when he completed her sentence, shivering as something dark passed over her face. He made a quick mental note -never- to do that again. “You want me to hunt her down, bring her to you?”
“No.” She shook her head, turning to him, her expression all smiles once more. “Too simple, too direct. Direct. There needs to be more to this than that. While you were crippled, did you suffer the memory of what you were?”
“Everyday,” whispered Brannigan, the remembered loss cutting him all the more deeply now that it was over. The humilation of never being able to hit a target with a pistol, while sentients that could have never matched him before mocked his poor performance. The drunken conversations where he had brought up his old name as a myth, only to have his accomplishments besmirched by the one that had taken everything from him. His inability to even speak with his own kind without seeing the pity and disgust in their eyes, the sick and insulting sympathy.
“They never would have treated you like that if you had been what you were and are again,” his benefacotr whispered, her tone a soothing balm to his wounded soul. Brannigan looked at her, wondering if she could read his thoughts as she lay a hand on what had been his bad shoulder “We want her to suffer and you to enjoy it. Yes, we want her to suffer. Suffer. And you, Hunter Brannigan, are going to be the master of her suffering. Do you see what's underneath her?”
She pointed to the screens and he followed her finger, his lips breaking out in a smile. He nodded, licking his mandibles.
“Just tell me what you want it to do...”

Moon RK18-94, GFDate 4034:0427
Anthony leaned heavily on his cane, hand pulling out another survivor from the wreckage the Vhozons had inflicted upon this world. No one knew the reasons for it and the Vhozon had not made any sense in their explanations. If the Kriken hadn't stepped in...
He grimaced, waving a rescue team over, helping the survivor sit while keeping his eyes away from the child's wounds. He'd keep track of the child, like Adam would have, like Adam had done for him.
There was a Kriken ambassador somewhere on the planet, a lone diplomat that was waiting to talk with him, but Anthony remembered the Kriken wars and knew how dangerous the crimson insects could be up close. The creature appeared to be unarmed, but Kriken could devolve themselves into a predatory state that needed to weapon. Still, he would have to -talk- to the creature sooner rather than later.
I wish Adam was here, he thought, leading a team to the next pile of collapsed rubble. There was some electrical burning here that was not consistant with either Kriken or Vhozon weaponry. Frowning, he bent down to study it and wished he had some way of contacting the only other one of Adam's adopted children left alive.
“Where are you, Princess?” Anthony whispered, running a finger along the ragged edge of ruin. “We need you. Wherever you are, please come back.”
“Sir?” He looked over his shoulder at the woman approaching him, a soldier in black armor highlighted the same shade of red as her hair. Mia Xen had been one of those soldiers Adam had thought about adopting, back before his death. Anthony had full access to his old commander's files.
“What is it?”
“The Chairman is trying to contact you, sir.”
“Comm signals out here are still a bit weak,” Anthony sighed, struggling to stand, hissing as he put more weight than he intended on his bad knee. She held back, knowing better than to help him, but once he stood under his own power she handed him a signal booster.
He took it, sent her on her way. She saluted and took over for him, leading the rescue party on another jaunt. She was a skilled sharpshooter, cool under fire, a fine tactical mind that was not exactly hard on the eyes. Smiling, he activated the signal booster and flicked on his communicator.
“Chairman Keaton, Sir, this is Commander Anthony Higgs reporting.”
“Glad to hear it,” Keaton answered, his expression and voices grim. “Any idea what the Vhozon were after?”
“I,” Anthony paused, staring straight ahead. A Kaayes plant had survived the ruin, the fruit on the tree looking directly at him. “I -don't- think it was important, sir. I -think- this was just the first step of something larger.”
“And the Kriken stepped in for reasons of their own.” Keaton sat back in his chair, cradling his temple with one hand as he let out a long sigh. “Their hive ambassador contacted me and said that they're willing to lend a hand. They've been expecting a Vhozon initiative into their space for months, never thought we'd be the ones getting hit.”
“What do you want to do about it?”
“I need you to meet with the ambassador, see what he was to say, and formalize this alliance.” Keaton paused, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. “We've bought ourselves some time. Let's actually collect what information we can before jumping to conclusions.”
Anthony nodded, saluting as Keaton's signal faded back into nothing. Looking up at the stars, the big man leaned heavily on his cane and hoped that Samus Aran came back from whatever adventure had claimed her soon – the galaxy needed her help.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate ????:????
Samus Aran kept one eye on the hovering eye-fruit while she put the finishing touches on her makeshift armor. She'd gone back into caves, hunted down every Zebesian she could, luring them into the dark and ending them. She gone out of her way to avoid every Kago hive she could, but she was certain that her efforts would be felt among the Yapping Maw and Zoomer populations for years to come.
Wonderful, she thought, shaking her head as she surveyed her armor and weaponry. All upgraded. My weaponry is usually a little better than this, but beggers can't be choosers... She stood, testing her range of motion, hitting her armor with her weapons to see how it would respond to impact. It wasn't great, but it was better than what she had been wearing. Smiling, she shook her head again, just happy to be free even as she wondered how much time had actually passed during the her unwanted stay.
Edging along the cliff, she looked down below into the forest she was about to enter, reminded of the beach she had landed on. No pools of liquid here, just rich orange soil and discarded leaved that wilted into various shades of green on the earth. Shielding her eyes, she looked into the desert – it looked like there might be a desert past this valley, and past that on another cliff looked to be some sort of artificial structure.
She wondered if she could find help there. The forest seemed inviting enough, almost welcoming. She could almost believe that she wasn't going to have to face more overly amorous monstrosities down there and it bothered her, the way she felt heavy between the legs when she remembered what had been done to her.
The fact that she had been raped didn't bother her as much as it would have a typical human. She was Chozo in her soul, and trauma was something she was used to. The fact that her body had responded the way it had, though, the fact that everything here seemed to think that was the way to fight, well that was beginning to gnaw at her.
Something was going on here, she was sure of it, some as yet unknown enemy taking advantage of her by attacking her in a way that she'd never before considered. Someone smart, capable, and with an advanced understanding of the technologies that had been aboard the...
The Colonel, Samus thought to herself, eyes narrowing. Sakamoto. I should have killed the bastard back then. When I find him again I'm not going to make the same mistake. Bastard.
Her hands tightened around the hilts of her sword and dagger.
The way the fruit-eyes kept watching her reminded her of a camera and she wondered if they were capable of producing any sort of audio/video signal in addition to their hypnotic/telepathic ones. Her eyes narrowed further as she studied the one watching her, the floating globe wobbling a careful approach.
She'd been experimenting with them. They had limits. Everything had limits. She had a pretty good idea of how close the things had to be to touch her mind, had been keeping track of the distance it kept from her. She stepped closer to it, pausing, measuring the distance between them.
“Can you understand me?,” Samus asked, feeling the thing touch the furthest edge of her mind.
- Yes -
It was more a whisper than a command. Samus grimaced, certain she could put her knife in the thing even from this distance.
“Who are you?”
- Enemy -
“I figured that one out, thanks,” Samus answered, her tone wry, her muscles tensing. She studied the fruit, wondering if it were answering on its own or if she were actually speaking with her enemy. “What do you want?”
- Own -
“Own what?” The eye stared at her, silent, as Samus thought about what had been done to her so far and came to a grim conclusion. “No one owns me.”
- Soon - Game -
“What game?”
- Soon - Play - Win - Free - Lose -Penalty -
“Lovely,” Samus muttered, still staring. “Mind telling me what the rules are? No? Tell you what, you're at that building past the desert?”
- Yes -
“How about I come talk to you in person?” Samus hissed, taking a step forward.
It was at that moment that the SporeSpawn extended its bulb up over the side of the cliff and attacked.
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