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The Bergman Affair	By : HunterOpera Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 48055 -:- 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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Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0205

“Ah, here she comes.” Melissa broke out into a brief fit of giggles as she looked at the feed coming in from the satellites she had set up all throughout this system. Most had been disguised as iron-enriched asteroids so as not to arouse suspicion, a technique employed by the Zebeisians back when they had been raiding trade routes. Even the Hunter IV, with all it's advanced technology, couldn't distinguish her sensors from ambient debris caught in a gravitational orbit.

“If you're curious, I lured her in with the promise of work.” Melissa said, spinning her chair so she could face her captive. “Triple blinds. You would have been proud. A mind controlled clone infecting someone with a little virus designed to let me control them from half way across the galaxy, a virus that will be flushed from that system in days. The infected going into a legitimate place of posting bounties with a description and a price tailor made for the Hunter, just difficult enough and cheap enough to get her interest and not her suspicion.”

“She'll,” the man gasped, writhed. “S-she'll beat you.”

“Really.” Melissa tittered and spun around on her chair, her childlike demeanor giving him chills. “I read your report. I know what you think of her. And with a few tweaks to Doctor Yoshio's flawed genetic experimentation, I'm going to give the Hunter what's you seem to think is coming to her.”

“Ah,” the man panted. “Ah.”

“What's wrong? The vibrator?” Melissa leaned forward, her fingers tracing up his arm, grasping his gag and refastening it. “I don't know why I talk to you anymore. You never have anything interesting to say.”

She turned from him, turned back to her video screens, began typing at speeds no human could ever hope to match. She'd had to invent special keyboards just to keep up with her rapidly expanding intellect and capacity.

“This was easier without a body,” she confessed. “But I prefer the body more. So much you can do with it. So many sensations to explore. And I want to explore them all with my dear sweet sister. Ah, here she comes.” Her eyes went to the screen. The Hunter IV was slowing down, approaching YS7-23. Melissa knew what her scanners would pick up, a G-class planet just starting a decline into desert, strange bits of interference making specific scans impossible. It was designed to bring her in closer. It was working.

“All that Chozo technology,” Melissa hummed, hugging her knees to her chest. “So advanced. It's all based on will, you know? It's all based on will moving through machines. But there's a flaw and no one noticed it. I noticed it when she fought the clone of Ridley back on the Bottleship. It's all based on energy focused through machines. People say her will is indomitable and that Chozo technology is without peer. The end result is. But that link... well, we'll see.”

Space Route AC4-25-YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0206

Samus Aran poured herself a cup of coffee while watching the scanners. This job was promised to be a difficult one, exactly the sort of thing she needed to clear her head after the FUBAR debacle that had been the Bottleship. Splinter groups of the Federation were exactly what the galaxy did not need. She sighed, glancing at the helmet she had collected before the damn ship had exploded. She still had not come to terms with the death of Adam.

Old Bird and Grey Voice and all the rest had tried. They'd raised her and done the best they could, but they weren't human and could never be her flock, not really. The Malovitchs had been her flock, at least for a time. Adam had been the closest thing she'd had to a human father, his brother Ian her fist love. Both of them dead now. She glared at the helmet. In the end, Adam had proven flawed, his sacrifice entirely unnecessary. His mind had been compromised by Melissa Bergman and she'd been unable to convince him otherwise.

She turned from the helmet. She would have struck it across the room otherwise.

Her ship let her know that she was approaching orbit. She took a shot from the mug in her hand, walked over to the displays and frowned. There was a strange ambient radiation out there that the ship didn't recognize. She glanced at the other readouts; Iron-enriched asteroids, some sort of electrical interference. Rare and exactly the sort of thing used to mask military coupes. She'd seen this before. Walking into her private rooms, she stripped out of her clothing, taking a moment to admire herself in a full length mirror.

People had told her she was beautiful. Lithe and well-muscled, her golden hair and blue-green eyes had entranced the lovers she had sometimes indulged after Ian. The Chozo DNA kept her hairless below the neck, made her both lighter and stronger than she should have been. She flexed, looking for some flaw and finding none. The injuries she suffered healed without scarring, another gift of her adoptive family on K2-L.

The zerosuit fit snugly. There were other humans that had told her that it clung to her curves in an indecent way, but Samus had never understood the hang-ups humanity suffered when it came to sex and gender. She had rolled her eyes at a lot of humans over the years, what with their strange views on repression, but she'd learned to tolerate their oddness.

Besides, none of them would have looked nearly so good dressed like this.

Her head snapped up when the alarms sounded. Those usually go off after the mission, she thought, hurrying to the front deck. She looked at the scanner, trying to identify the problem. The instruments flickered, the ship groaning.

Is the ship coming apart? That's not possible... the whole damn thing only looks like metal. She felt an itch and scratched, felt bare skin where her zerosuit should have been. She looked down and felt her eyes go wide; her zerosuit was unraveling. She fought down rising panic, concentrated and tried to call up her Varia Suit – it flickered into existence for a heartbeat, then exploded in a burst of static and was gone. The zerosuit fell off her, nothing more than slim blue threads.

She knew instantly that her ship was coming apart in the same way.

Fuck.

YS7-23 was directly below her. She wasn't sure how much time she had. She jumped into her seat, assumed the controls. The sensors were dying, the thrusters almost offline. There was a large body of water below her. She might be able to make it. Gritting her teeth, the heat of entry singing her naked body, she wrestled with the controls and looked out the flickering display screen. There was water below her. She could make it. She could make it. Screaming fury, the Hunter IV howling death throes all around her, she aimed for the water and prayed to Chozo gods.

They were listening. She was going to make it.

Samus was laughing when what was left of her ship struck the water, the impact knocking all sense from her. Unconscious, naked and unarmed, she was carried away by strange currents towards an uncertain fate.
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