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Metroid: Long Live The Queen	By : Jarkota Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 8251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Aftermath
- 2-Awakening
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Metroid: Long Live The Queen
Chapter Two:
Awakening
by
Jarkota

Bounty hunter Samus Aran slept peacefully in the single bunk within her gunship, unaware of what literally loomed over her.
The figure was humanoid, though that was merely because it chose to be at that time. It was clad in what appeared to be a suit of armor despite it not actually being metal. It had emerged from her body hours before and simply stood over her, watching and waiting. It did not attack. It made no sounds. Nothing to disturb her sleep or give away its presence.
And it didn't know why.
Every instinct it possessed was screaming at it to kill her. It sensed its enemy within her, knew it was part of her despite her appearance. They had tried to kill one another before, back in that other place. On that....'space station'. Yes, that was the term her kind used for it. The humans had words for everything, it seemed, which only served to complicate communication. Much simpler when one could simply think of an object, an idea, an emotion and everyone else would just 'know' it without further explanation. Nevertheless, it had learned these words from humans its brethren had killed and absorbed. Very little in the way of natural combat capabilities, unfortunately, but their minds were rich resources. Ideas. Technology. Weapons. These were things they could use, and use them they did.
But now the intelligence absorbed from those minds was giving the creature pause. It was true that it allowed Samus to merge with it temporarily in order to defeat their common enemy, knowing that if she escaped it could later kill her and then use her ship to begin spreading its kind to other planets. It had to be careful after the merging, to not allow all of itself to join her. To hide a small part of itself pure and untouched within her so that it could effortlessly separate when she let her guard down. The wound she had given herself earlier was convenient; trying to emerge any other way would likely have awakened her and the creature needed time to properly grow and reform into its previous shape. It was a perfect copy of her as far as her weapons and the knowledge of how to use them; nothing more was needed.
But with that knowledge came memory. Before they were easy enough to suppress, but in the hours it had spent within her the creature had seen more of them. The hunter's entire life played out in its mind, including the moment she condemned its entire species to death. It was the last of its kind. The last survivor.
Just like her, it found itself thinking. It should have been angry, vengeful, consumed with hate. But the more it thought, the more it felt other things. Emotions its kind had not needed for survival and therefore it had never experienced. Pity. Sadness. Empathy. They were curious feelings that conflicted with its survival instincts and prevented it from utilizing any of of the myriad weapons which would have killed her instantly. Their power over its actions, it decided, was worth examination.
Why must they fight? The Metroids - the word for its enemy - had been made to kill it, yes, and she carried part of that enemy within her. Those facts were not in dispute. But the intelligence it had absorbed from the humans allowed it to consider possibilities beyond mere survival from moment to moment. Separately, its kind and the Metroids were powerful. Perhaps, together, they might be invincible. One countering the weaknesses of the other, mutual long-term survival instead of mutually-assured destruction.
That's what would happen, it knew. Unless something changed, it and the Metroid would keep hunting one another, until one or both were annihilated. And then both would be the weaker for it, the survivor able to be destroyed by the other species of the galaxy.
An alliance was necessary, it knew. They must live beside one another, or not at all. But how to propose such a pact?
It was still contemplating this when Samus awoke.
She could not see due to the dim light, but she knew she wasn't alone anymore. Instinctively, she dove for the door and cursed as her hand missed the lock panel on the first try. “Adam!”
“Yes, lady?”
“Intruder alert! Open this door and raise illumination to normal!” She regretted this last command as the lights instantly flashed on, temporarily blinding her. But the door was open.
She tumbled into the cockpit and fumbled for her arm cannon. It won't pack as much of a punch without the rest of the suit but it's better than that useless stun pistol, she thought. She slid her arm into the weapon and whirled around just in time to see herself emerge from the sleeping cabin.
There was no doubt about it – it was the SA-X. Returned, somehow, to claim her life and spread throughout the galaxy. Arm trembling, she aimed the cannon and armed a Super Missile. The explosion could very well puncture the ship's hull and suck her out into vacuum, but she would take her target with her. Unless they can survive in space. Then we're all dead.
“Wait.”
Samus paused. She had not spoken, nor had the voice come from Adam.
“...What?”
“I....am not....”
Samus stared into the creature's visor, into the cold, lifeless eyes that had stalked her through the B.S.L. station. The fact that it was speaking was both curious and terrifying.
“...your...enemy.”
“......Samus, I think you should listen to it.”
“Adam, this thing just spent the majority of its existence trying to kill me!”
“And it is not doing so now, Lady, when it easily could. Reviewing the ship's sensor logs I have determined that it was in the cabin with you for four point six standard hours. It would have taken a mere second to kill you as vulnerable as you were. Which, I might add, would not have happened had I been able to see it in the first place.”
The hunter stared at the SA-X. “You....didn't kill me? Why?”
“Survival. We must survive.”
“That's all you know how to do! You X Parasites kill and replace and replicate endlessly! You literally cannot do anything else!”
The SA-X shook its head. “No. Not those of my kind. We. You. And I. We must survive.”
Now Samus was truly confused. Carefully, she lowered her cannon, for the first time aware that the SA-X had not even raised its own. “What are you saying?”
It paused for a moment. “Words....are difficult. Not used to them. My kind speaks in other ways.” It took several seconds to prepare what it wanted to say next. “You and I. Metroid and X. We are the last of our kind. We are also the first of our kind. We will be feared. We will be hated. We will be hunted. Fighting one another, we surely die. Fighting together, we are unstoppable.”
Samus considered what it was saying. “You're mistaken. I'm not a Metroid.”
“Yes you are, Lady.” Adam interrupted. “You are an artificial hybrid. The Metroid cells you were treated with altered your DNA. You're not completely human anymore.”
“I wasn't before. Not after the Chozo gene-splicing......” she trailed off. “The Chozo DNA. The Metroid cells would have just treated anyone else and been a one-shot deal, wouldn't it?” She took Adam's silence as confirmation. “But I was already a hybrid, so it worked better than they hoped. That's why I have the Metroid's ability to absorb the X's life energy. Is that what you're saying, Adam?”
“Actually, I was referring to the fact that in the ancient Chozo language, 'Metroid' means 'ultimate hunter', but your explanation would also seem to be valid.”
“Neither of us is what we were. Only together can we survive.”
Realizing the creature's words were truer than she liked, Samus removed the cannon and set it down. “Alright. I'm listening.”
“Before you listen, Samus, you might want to get dressed.”
Samus looked down and realized she was, in fact, still naked. “Screw it. You've seen everything by now and I doubt it cares.” She walked over to the pilot's chair and sat down, turning to face the SA-X. “How do you propose we 'survive', then?”
“Let me.....do one thing...first.” The blue glow of the SA-X's helmet visor faded. Samus could no longer see even the barest facsimile of a face and decided that unnerved her more than the vacant eyes that had been visible before. There was no movement, no sound, for nearly ten minutes. Then the visor lit up again.
Piece by piece, the bio-tech armor began to slide off. The cannon was first, then the armored gauntlet on the left hand, then the chest plate and boots, until all that was left was the helmet, which the SA-X removed with two very human-looking hands.
The face Samus saw was her own, but not quite. The features were identical, but no-one would mistake the SA-X for the genuine article. The eyes were a deep purple whereas Samus' own were blue, the hair was a light shade of purple and the mole that had always graced the upper left of her chin was on the right side of the copy's. Other than that, it was a fairly good imitation. Right down to the very human anatomy, which Samus had a full view of.
“So, did you choose to be naked or is that the way you have to be?” Samus asked.
“Clothing is an....odd concept,” the SA-X answered, now in a perfect match for her own voice. “The power suit I understand, but the wearing of clothes simply to wear them is strange.”
“I've met a few people who would agree with you. Okay, you said you wanted to work together, to survive. Is this part of it – becoming me?”
The SA-X nodded. “In the hours I observed you, I realized there were greater threats to either one of us than each other. While we were merged, I sampled more of your DNA, initially to better replace you, but I have decided instead to join you. The specific parasite that, for lack of a better term, 'birthed' me had only absorbed your genetic code, so this is the only humanoid form I can assume. I decided on a few cosmetic changes before I locked my form down so that we could not be mistaken for one another. It seems to have also had the effect of turning my Power Suit into a techno-organic construct rather than part of my body.” It paused. “I had not anticipated that.”
“Perhaps,” Adam chimed in, “you were too thorough. You were trying to perfectly mimic Samus – it could be that you subconsciously did the same with the suit.”
“That makes sense. So, how are we....wait, what did you mean by 'locked your form down'?”
“I used my shapeshifting abilities to copy you, internally and externally, and as the form was being finalized I altered my cellular membranes so that they are no longer amorphous. I can never assume another form again.”
“She's telling the truth, Lady,” Adam said. “Ship's sensors confirm that her molecules are no longer in flux. She still reads as an X in part, but she reads mostly as human.”
“I didn't ask you to do that,” Samus said. “Nor would I have.”
“It was necessary because of the way we evolved. We would attack a creature, absorb its DNA, then mimic it or another creature we have encountered, depending on what would be most beneficial at the time, should we require camouflage or a particular combat ability, then return to our natural form once we could safely do so. It was only possible to hold a form for a few hours before reversion to an amorphous state was necessary. If such an occasion were to happen while we were engaged in battle, it would be most disadvantageous.”
“So you are a perfect copy of me? Everything I am, you are? And you can't do any of the things you did before?”
“Not exactly. I was able to copy all but the Metroid DNA. The Chozo understood our methods and made the DNA structure far too complex for us to copy. As to your second question I can, to a limited extent, still take nutrients from organic life forms by coming into contact with them, but I must make a conscious effort to do so. Simply touching someone in a crowd is not going to trigger the effect. I do not absorb or replicate them as I once did. The organism still dies, however, and I know that I can no longer continue to simply kill every creature I come across. Hence a humanoid form is necessary so that I may ingest nutrients as you do.” The SA-X walked over to her, eerily copying her own graceful stride, and locked eyes with her. “You are human, Chozo and Metroid. I am human, Chozo and X. We are unique. We are...”
Not knowing exactly why, Samus reached out and took the creature's hand in her own. “....sisters.”
“Yes. That word is appropriate.”
Samus was about to say more, but there came a rumbling from the SA-X's stomach which made her giggle despite herself.
“There appears to be something wrong with my transformation. I may have made a mistake when I formed this body.”
Samus smiled. “No, you didn't make a mistake.” She stood up and started to lead her new 'sister' back to the sleeping cabin. “I guess it's time to show you how to 'ingest nutrients as I do'.”
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Samus had redressed herself in an orange top and matching shorts that were a bit garish for her liking, but had the benefit of being clean. The SA-X, at her insistence, had found a one-piece sleeveless pale purple bodysuit that actually looked rather fetching on the hybrid creature, though the stirrups attached to the bottoms of the legs looked a tad silly. Digging out a couple of self-heating ration packs and unfolding the utility table from the wall, Samus directed the SA-X to sit, which it accomplished somewhat awkwardly, and begin its first meal as a humanoid.
“I know these aren't exactly gourmet cooking,” Samus said as she stuck a fork into a mass of something loosely resembling scrambled eggs, “but they'll keep you from starving.”
“This certainly is an odd way to sustain yourself,” the SAX commented as she tried to mimic Samus' movements. However, she chose one of the slices of crisp bacon instead of the eggs and succeeded only in breaking it in half. “My food seems to be defective.” This earned a giggle from Samus.
“No, you're just not used to this. Watch,” she said as she plucked a piece of her own bacon from the plate with her fingers and bit into it. “Sometimes, you have to get your hands dirty.”
“Though I am grateful for the hospitality, I must admit you agreed to this truce more quickly than I had anticipated.”
The bounty hunter sighed, finishing off her bacon. “I'm not entirely sure why, either. It's kind of like an instinct, I guess, that tells me to trust you. Especially since you can't assume parasite form anymore.”
“What are we going to do now? Go to your Galactic Federation?”
Samus shook her head. “Last night, angry as I was, I would have said 'hell yes, let's go storm the castle'. But in reality, there's no way we would ever get past the security to see the Council. They'll arrest me on sight for questioning and once they found out what you are they'd lock you up in a science lab for however long you'll be alive. No, we need to talk to someone who is on the Council, but away from the others.”
“Chairman Keaton would be most likely to listen to us,” Adam's voice broke in. “As I understand it, he and Chief Hardy are both on Earth at this time.”
Samus groaned. “Hardy. How he ever got to be Chief of Police is beyond me. But incompetent as he is he's loyal to a fault. How long are they supposed to be on Earth?”
“Only one more standard day, Lady. After that, they are departing the planet but have not announced an itinerary.”
“And it will take us three days just to get there. Still, he's likely our best bet. As we get closer to Earth you can try to reach him on a scrambled comm line.”
“I will do so. In the meantime, enjoy your meal.”
As they had been speaking the SA-X had adapted to using her utensils and had quickly devoured most of her breakfast. “Well, you got the hang of eating fairly quick. Did you enjoy it?”
“I believe so, though there is little I can compare the flavor to, let alone the physical sensations associated with eating.” The SA-X grimaced. “Though this portion tastes...odd. If I had to give the texture a word it would be.....'paper'.”
Samus leaned over the table and stifled a laugh. “That's because it is.”
“Why is there paper in a food package?”
“Okay. Next lesson in being human – toilets.”
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Admiral Drake sat in his office, fuming. Despite the overwhelming evidence he and Madeline Bergman had presented to the Council, only four members of the body had voted to consider Samus Aran as an enemy of the Galactic Federation.
What troubled him was before the meeting five of his allies had promised they would vote his way.
“I want to know who backed out, Xasha,” he said to his top aide. “Find out who betrayed me.”
The Altairian female sitting across the desk from him shook her head. She had pale violet skin, small ears, large, black, lidless eyes, a small, upturned nose, thin mouth and not a single hair on her body. She was tall, towering over Drake's imposing six-foot-five frame, but was rail-thin. She dressed in a one-piece utilitarian jumpsuit which covered her down to her wrists an ankles, where long, four-fingered hands and bare feet with prehensile toes emerged. The only other thing left uncovered was her neck, more than twice the length of a human's. “Not possible, Admiral. All such ballots are cast and counted in secret, so as to prevent any Council member from using the way they voted, or the way someone else voted, to try and influence popular opinion.”
Drake sighed. “This Federation would run a lot more smoothly if the military were in charge instead of those glorified bean-counters. We're running out of time. Aran will no doubt return to Federation space soon and we need a plan of action.”
“Sir, pardon me for questioning you, but....do you really believe she's a threat to the galaxy?”
“Right now? Perhaps not. But she may be in the future. She has never much cared for doing what she's told – only what she's paid to do – and if our plan is to work we cannot have such a loose cannon running around.”
“I still disagree with your plan, sir. It's treason. I'm helping you because I owe you my life, but sending someone like Samus Aran to her death simply to hedge your bet is going a bit far.”
“Oh?” Drake replied with a sneer. “Was I going 'a bit far' when I shot those three men that tried to drag you out of that dive bar you were dancing in? Was a going 'a bit far' when I killed that boyfriend of yours when he was beating you for not bringing home enough money? Was I going 'a bit far' when I took you off of that miserable hunk of rock, brought you here, paid for your education and gave you this job?” The girl stood silent. “I thought not. You don't seem to have a problem with my methods when they benefit you, Xasha. I suggest you take that attitude with my other ambitions.”
“....Why?” she finally asked.
“Why what?”
“Why did you do all of that?”
“Because I knew how weak you were.” He rose and stepped around the desk as he spoke. “I could see it, every time I saw you dance. You were weak. Humble. Defeated. You would never, ever fight back for fear you'd be hurt even worse. I knew you would never hurt me, never betray me, because you are afraid. Of me, and everything beyond this cushy little job of yours. Oh, you're smart enough to get the job done – you're the best aide I've ever had, in fact – but you also know that you exist here solely at my whim and I am the only thing standing between you and the life you once had.” Drake cupped her chin in his hand. Only while she was seated could he look down on her, so he always insisted that she remain so – in a very short chair – when in his presence.
She hung her head. “You're right, of course. As always. Forgive me.”
“Nothing to forgive, because you're not worthy of forgiveness. You are entirely beneath my notice until and unless I need something of you. And right now I need you to get every record of today's session from the archives. Every recording taken, from the official surveillance cameras and otherwise. Audio recordings – I know they exist; the councilors are always looking to blackmail one another. Whispered rumor. Bribed confession. Whatever it takes, find out who betrayed me.”
“I will, sir, of course, but will it matter? One additional vote would not have made a difference. It would have still been five votes for and twenty against. There was no way you were going to win.”
“That doesn't matter,” he said, moving towards his office door. “I may have lost this vote, but I will not lose the next. Next time, I will only invite Council members I know are loyal to me. I'll find some excuse to have only that handful there, but before that I need to know who lied to me and betrayed my trust. I do not take kindly to betrayal, Xasha, and if you haven't learned that already, you soon will.”
Xasha sat motionless, waiting for the door to open and close, signaling his departure, before she let her head drop into her hands and unleash the tears she had been holding back. It would not do, after all, for Drake to see her as weaker than he already did.
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Samus and the SA-X spent most of their travel time learning about one another. It felt strange, since they had tried to kill each other several times, but Samus was getting oddly comfortable having her new 'sister' around. For her part, the SA-X was learning how to be human and while some concepts, like humor and laughter, were puzzling she was adapting fairly well. Which was good, since they needed her to be as human as possible in order to convince Keaton that the former parasite was no longer a threat.
“Lady,” cam Adam's voice from the comm system, “I have been unable to contact the Chairman or Chief Hardy. Their vessel departed Earth orbit more than a day ago after an emergency Council session, but has not been heard from since entering hyperspace and filed no flight plan.”
“Keaton is up to something,” Samus said. “There must have been something about that meeting he didn't like and he's going for help.”
“Aside from you, Lady, who would he go to?”
Samus was quiet for a moment. “The most likely place would be the Alpha Site.”
“Pardon me, but I do not have that information in my memory banks.”
“Because the military doesn't know about it. It's strictly civilian and overseen by the Galactic Federation Police Bureau. It's a storehouse on an otherwise uninhabited planet containing backups of all of our databanks, in case the main servers on Earth or any other colony world is destroyed. There's a backup for everything, including the Federation President and Council. Every world, every species is represented and is ready to take over at a moment's notice should the worst happen to the main body.”
“A backup government that the military doesn't know about? Why would the Council okay this?”
“It was done over a century ago, when the original Council was formed between representatives from Earth, Altair, Sirius, Alpha Centauri and Procyon and it took a lot ofwork to get there. Such a fledgling government was, they reasoned, potential target for less-friendly species and so each Council member chose a potential replacement to be housed in a secret facility, unknown to the militaries of the member worlds and overseen by civilian police, with the Police Bureau Chairman to be sworn in as the new President to work with the reconstituted Council. If Keaton is going anywhere, it's to see Deputy Chairman Chaplin and Deputy Chief Laurel. They'd be the only ones he would trust.”
“You still didn't answer my question, Lady.”
“It was decided that the militaries might not go along with peaceful cooperation and one or more may attempt a takeover, so the duty to hold the Federation together was given to its law enforcement wing. And before you ask, I only know because Keaton entrusted me with the location of the Alpha Site and what it held.I still don't know why he did, but it is helpful to know where to potntially find him.”
“That may well have been his reason.” Adam's electronic eyes moved through the ship, noting that the SA-X was in the back of the cargo bay, gently petting the adult Dachora as the Etecoons ran around and between her feet. “Samus, I need to inform you of something. And I would appreciate it if you did not tell our new friend. Not just yet, anyway. Consider this me trusting you in the same way Keaton does. But you may not trust me after this.”
“Why wouldn't I trust you?”
“Because of who I was taking orders from. Back on the B.S.L. station, I was in regular contact with someone from the Federation. I never saw his face and his voice was filtered enough that my databanks could find no match, but he obviously has a lot of influence with the Council. It was he who approved the breeding program on the Bottle Ship and the attempt to weaponize the X Parasites. By now he knows that I have turned against him and he will stop at nothing to destroy us. I got the impression he is used to getting his way and will not take kindly to being enied. Or to learning that we have essentially done what he wanted to do with the X.”
“Adam, I could never mistrust you for that.the fact that you were willing to help me stop all of that, twice, in fact, proves that you're still my friend and I trust you with my life.”
“But I was not as forthcoming as I should have been. I knew all along who I am, or rather had been before, and yet I chose to mislead and misinform you.”
“Water under the bridge, Adam. You did the right thing when it mattered and that's all I need.” She looked back towards the cargo bay. “We will have to tell her eventually if she's going to help us, which I think she can. Why not just let her in on this?”
“She is still not in full control of her impulses. Her newfound reason is warring with her instinct. I do not want her seeing everyone as a potential enemy and possibly doing something to ndanger our mission.”
“I hate to say it, but you may be right. For now, anyway, we keep this to ourselves.” Samus tapped a few commands into the navigational computer. “I'm plotting a new course for the Alpha Site. Even if Keaton isn't there, Chaplin can help us get in touch with him.”
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Admiral Drake didn't like being out of uniform, even when it was necessary. The crispness of the heavy fabrics, comforting klack his boots made as he walked and the weight of the medals and campaign ribbons on his chest were as much a part of him as anything else and he liked the way he intimidated those around him when wearing it. But now, he was in a civilian suit, still custom-tailored but far less imposing, with a heavy overcoat and a wide hat to conceal his features standing in front of a tall, gleaming skyscraper as the sun dipped low in the sky. This was a meeting he had to attend, but for security reasons had to be done face to face rather than over a comm line. Even within Federation Headquarters, nothing was totally secure.
He stepped up to the building, the street already enveloped in shadow, and the heavy glass doors opened for him. He walked straight past the reception desk, the bored-looking woman sitting there ignoring him as she always did, and leaned in towards a particular spot on the wall. A small panel slid open and a concealed retina scanner flashed over hie right eye. A small light turned from red to green and the panel closed. The nearby elevator chimed and he stepped inside, the car moving once the doors closed. He had pressed no buttons, given no commands, but he was going to the very top floor. Even if someone on an intervening floor tried to call the car, the system override triggered by the retinal scan would ensure that it kept moving.
It was a short ride, but it seemed far too long for Drake. He was nervous, as he always was when coming here, and he did not like being nervous. He liked being in control, and this was the one place where he was not.
The car stopped and the doors opened into an opulent office – far more spacious and lavishly decorated than Drake's own. Works of art from all over the galaxy were present, as well as exotic plants and even a few rare fish, birds, lizards and small mammals in tanks and cages along the walls.
“Admiral Drake – so good to see you again,” said the man sitting in the desk that overlooked the office. He was a full foot shorter than Drake, but the Admiral was always intimidated by him. He wore a custom suit of exotic fabrics that probably cost as much as an Olympus-class battleship. His hands were old and wrinkled, the top of his head completely bald, but what was left of his white hair grew down to his back and the beard on his face was nearly as long. Resting atop that beard was a long, drooping white mustache. But the most striking feature was the blood-red gemstone imbedded in the man's forehead. Despite the apparent friendliness of the greeting, Drake coud feel the venom behind those words.
“I apologize for my tardiness, Sir,” the Admiral said, slowly walking to the lone empty chair at the desk and sitting down. “I had to see to some things before I left Headquarters so as not to arouse suspicion.”
“Spare me your excuses. I know how much you fear me.And as you should. You've been on my payroll so long, if you were discovered you would never see the open sky again.”
“Of course, Sir. I exist to serve.”
“Then why are our plans being foiled at every turn?”
“It's the hunter, Samus Aran. She is remarkably stubborn. But fear not, sir – I am as we speak putting forth a plan to...”
'You are doing NOTHING1” the old man shouted, startling Drake into silence. “You have lost all contact with her, thanks to that A.I. you put on her ship disabling its tracking beacon and have no idea where she is or where she is going. And given your track record, I highly doubt you'll be able to stop her even if you do find her. The Chozo have halted our plans time and time again, and even with them nearing extinction their agent still manages to be a thorn in my side. I have given you everything you needed on a silver platter, Drake – the Metroids, Phazon, the Bottle Ship, Ceres Station, the B.S.L. Laboratory – and yet you consistently prove to be incapable of eliminating this one target that stands in our way. Now, why is that? Surely this one single woman can't be that much of a probem.”
“It's not just her – she manages to find allies everywhere she goes and they are usually the deciding factor. I just need a way to get her alone and I'm sure I can defeat her.”
“Then you have one final chance, Admiral. When you return to your office, there will be a message waiting for you. Follow its instructions to the letter and your bounty hunter will be delivered into your hands. But do not fail me again. My patience with you is running out. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” Drake replied, standing up quickly and hustling towards the elevator.
When he was gone, the old man pressed a button on his desk. A small computer monitor slid up into view and the face of the lobby receptionist appeared. “Valkyria,” he said, “make sure that Mister Drake returns directly to his office. If he stops anywhere else, speaks to anyone else, they must be silenced.”
“Yes, Mister Barcus,” she said, bowing her head slightly. The screen went blank and the monitor retracted back into the desk.
Standing and turning around, Hamilcar Barcus surveyed the skyline of the city before him. Night was swiftly falling, and his superhuman senses tol him that a thunderstorm was fast building that even the weather forecasting service had yet to identify. That was his best weapon – information. Knowing what no-one else did and being able to act on it quickly. While even he did not know for absolute certain where Samus Aran was going to be,the information he did have pointed to one option above all others, and that was where he was sending Drake.
Assuming that idiot doesn't try to use my plan for his own gain, anyway. The next few days would be interesting, indeed, and no matter who won the coming war, he would make sure that the Chronos Corporation came out on top.
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To be continued.....

Author's Note:
Alright – I admit I forgot about this for a very long time. But I still had my original notes and with a little tweaking I think I'm pulling together a decent little plot. Let's see if I can keep it going this time.
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