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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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Alright. Back from wherever I was. A few more chapters need editing and should be up soonish. In the meantime, here's this. Oh, and, as usual, all reviews will be responded to within 28 hours right here (just copy/pasta the link): http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-5 Thanks for reading, and more soon.
Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0528
She followed the clone, and the clone followed the echoing screams.
From one valley to the next, one place to the other. It was the first time she'd been outside in so long – Madeline had been born on a research satellite, raised on a college cruiser, snatched and offered a contract on an exploration vessel right out of college. She'd been in approximations of real planets but had never actually been out-of-doors since her practicum in college.
The air tasted strange without filters. She'd spent time adjusting chemical ratios to perfectly mimic all sorts of environmental conditions, but this was one of the few times she'd been in a natural atmosphere and then, as now, she didn't much care for it. Everything felt and sounded and smelled wrong. The light was uncontrolled and unconducive to studying specific events. Nothing could be recorded in any controlled way, and it was all a giant mess.
She felt like sneering at nature, at the flaws of this place, but she could not help but wonder if the mistakes here were a result of the clone's tampering or simply indicative of nature's evolution's consistent errors.
“We're close, mother,” the clone said, moving closer to her. “So close to seeing my sister, your step-daughter. We're going to be a family again. A family. Family.” The clone hugged herself.
They were on a floating platform, the kind shipmen used to move cargo from one place to another. This one had been modified, Madeline noted – she was a biologist, not an engineer, but there she could make sense of some of the changes. Longer lasting in terms of fuel, faster, possessed of weaponry, surrounded by a force bubble.
Many of the changes were things she had asked for, back when she'd been working for the Federation, before Colonel Sakamoto had recruited her into his operations. Vaguely, she wondered if the clone had taken those ideas from her through telepathy or if she'd read about them in one of her old files, if they were meant to be some sort of tribute.
“Mother, please think quieter,” the clone said, kneeling down and wrapping her arms around Madeline's waist. “I promise you can take this out and study the planet later. We can even work on a means of correcting nature's mistakes together. But I need you to think about where we're going right now.”
“I'd rather not.”
“Why?”
“Because there's a good chance we're going to die,” Madeline said. “We're racing towards a monster, a mistake in the natural order. It's a thing that cannot die and mutates rapidly to overcome whatever it ends up facing. It breaks every theory of evolution there is.”
“Ridley is the natural order as it stands,” the clone said, shivering and burying her head in Madeline's hip. “He's what we have to change. Change. You and I together, mother, we will change this. We will. We must, or everything will be for nothing.”
Madeline had already decided to sacrifice the clone to Ridley if the opportunity arose.
The smell of copper filled the air, the screams growing louder. They crested a hill, closed in. The dragon was looming over a trembling figure underneath it, the blonde haired source of the screaming.
Samus Aran, Madeline realized. The Hunter. How much a lie that title seems now. She remembered how fierce and powerful the woman had been when she'd struck down the Metroid Queen and fought against the Colonel and his men, how invincible Samus had always been.
Little of that warrior seemed to remain; the damage the clone had done to the Hunter's pride had left its mark, Madeline could see that. It would have had to, and then to be pinned down like this by her worst enemy... whatever pride the Hunter might have once possessed would have to be in tatters.
She looked humbled, weak, pathetic.
A single talon lightly grazing naked flesh, just enough to bring a thin line of red to the surface without causing the blood to actually flow. There had to be hundreds of those cuts all along her body, tracing the lines of musculature, some smaller than an inch, others as long as her spine.
Horrifyingly, the cuts worked to enhance her natural beauty, drawing stark attention to just how strong that body had to be. Samus was struggling, whimpering, crying, screaming, but she nobly held her position, struggled to take the stances that the Dragon demanded of her.
Sit. Stand. Beg. Down.
It was hypnotic, this horror. And the worst part was the way the Dragon's knuckles or tails gently kneaded the softer parts of her, using pain to make the pleasure all the more powerful. Madeline knew that, having vivisected animals and aliens in the past – the parts of the brain that recognized pain and pleasure were usually close or similar, and one could be used to heighten the other.
The idea that something like this Dragon could know so much about biological sciences was horrifying to Madeline. Knowing that this beast was more than a simple animal was insulting to her on such a primitive level that it filled her with revulsion, making the portrait below so much worse.
So.
Much.
Worse.
The tourmaline dragon that stood over her ceased the infliction of pain as they approached, though it continued to knead her, filling the space between them with moaning. A talon gently traced the curve of her calf, moving up past knee and running along the musculature of a thigh, dancing around her rump and along her spine.
Samus whimpered, shaking, a thin red line following in the monster's wake.
Her body was covered in them, her proximity drawing them all the clearer. Thousands of thin red lines. Madeline stared at them and wondered how long she would have been able to withstand that sort of torture before breaking; a dozen, maybe less? Knowing how much each cut hurt, that more were coming, that there was no way to escape.
Helpless, hopeless.
Madeline hugged herself and shivered.
“I can taste your. fear.” The Dragon turned and looked at them, burning acid eyes narrowing, boring into all of them at once. Madeline felt herself flushed, her skin suddenly soaked in sweat. “Every last. drop.”
“You don't scare me,” lied the clone.
The Dragon laughed.
“You lie, your lies, all of you. lie.” Ridley stood, extending his wings until the blotted out the sun, the edges of his body cutting the light into shards. The whimpering girl at his feet crumbled and quivered, holding herself. “I waited so very long for you. to evolve. Eons alone before chemicals. birthed something aware. Eons more before anything like consciousness. developed.
“If I had known back then... I should have reached into that. slime and twisted, twisted, twisted you out. It would have been so easy but I was so. very lonely. And look at you all, evolving until you can call yourselves. higher life forms.
“Calling yourselves so many things. Crafting noise after noise after noise. while creating so little signal. I didn't want to kill you all. Not at first. I just wanted quiet. I flew into the heart of a star and died and woke up in one of you. only to become one of me again.
“You live and you die and think and you speak and you all. mean. nothing. I am immortal, alive before you and alive long after you are gone, but there are so many of you and. only one of me.
“I can hear your. thoughts. I know everything you believe yourselves. to be. Little specks, little dreams, little bits of insignificance. I know what lies you tell one another. and yourselves. I know and judge all of you. without condition. or remorse.
“And I have found all of you. wanting.”
She felt it then, Madeline did. She took a step back, then another, her knees giving out as she stared at the atrocity in front of her, watching it smile. She felt it inside of her, the little bit of sickness that had been inside of her every day of her life, a taint she had known since birth and had grown used to over the long years of her life.
Ridley inside her. Ridley inside all of them. There was no way to kill him, not without killing everything that had ever been.
The whimpering she heard was her own.
The fierce cry of hopeless battle she heard was her daughter's.
Moon RK18-94, GFDate 4034:0528
: You : Are : Alone : the kriken clicked.
“I am alone,” Mia said, her voice strong, her head bowed. “So are you.”
There were three Kriken in the room that she could see – their natural tendency to cloak themselves made it difficult for her to keep track of what was going on around her. Given what they were doing to her, it was hard to keep track of anything.
What would Samus do? Mia asked herself, holding herself to the standard emerged. It's what she'd always done, and it had served her well all the days of her life.
The force whip cracked against her belly and she screamed, letting the sound out, looking around. The pain was terrible, and they kept alternating between pain and pleasure where before their means of converting her had been all pleasure.
When she had been held before they had paid her constant attention, programming her, and she had very nearly fallen for it. Now, they were using more standard methods of coercian, torture that was consistent with the reports she had read of those that had been rescued from Kriken clutches.
In those moments when she could look up, she noticed that they kept looking towards the Kaayes plant in the corner. There was a plant just like it in every room of the ship that she had seen, but whatever they were expecting from it never seemed to come.
The way her comment had given them pause made her think that she was right – someone had been communicating with and directing them using the plants, somehow, and given how popular those plants had been that thought terrified her.
She had to get out, she had to warn her people. The Vhozon were absolutely right and the plants were the key to whatever it was that was going on.
The ship trembled, sending her captors scuttling to regain their balance, and then leaving her alone to see what was going on. Mia grinned; she knew what was going on. Anthony had come for her.
Wheezing, she pulled herself up as much she could, settled her breathing, struggled to remain calm. She listened for the sounds of fighting, and when it got close she shouted between bursts of gunfire, trusting to noise filtration to draw the attention of the marines that would have come here for her.
The door was kicked open a few minutes later, the marines coming in. They cut her loose, helped her stand, gave her clothing to cover herself while politely ignoring her nudity.
“Can you stand?” one of them asked.
“I can fight,” Mia answered, grabbing that one's pistol and forcing herself to walk. Every step was agony, but she could move again and someone was going to pay for everything she had suffered.
They walked out of the doorway, she leading the way. Her time among the Kriken had taught her how they moved, and though her pistol wasn't strong enough to kill her enemies she could still mark where they waited, hidden by their cloaking fields.
It didn't take the marines long to realize what she was doing, and they made quick work of the Kriken that scuttled forward to stop them from escaping. Her muscles were aching, not used to movement or recoil, but she held her own, giving what intel she could while trusting her rescuers to lead her out.
“They've got a defensive cannon that could take us out,” she said, shifting nervously from one foot to the other as they approached the Federation ship.
“Another group is taking care of that,” the marine said. “Please, Ma'am, let's get out of here. The bugs give me the creeps.”
Mia nodded, stepping onto the ship. Seconds later they were blasting their way out, blasting off into free space. She settled back into a chair, closing her eyes, breathing deeply – truly free for the first time in she did not know how long. A marine approached her with a holo-bracer, and she slipped it on her wrist, smiling at the comfortable weight.
Feeding off her bio-electric field, it came to life. It recognized her DNA and activated all her accounts – she ignored the backlog of mail and focused on the emergency signal that was coming through the aether, a top-secret high class alert that only one person could send her.
“Commander Higgs, sir,” Mia said, smiling as a holographic image of the man appeared over her forearm.
“Mia,” Anthony answered, smiling. “Good to see you back. I've got Keaton on the line. I know you're tired, but we need to debrief you.”
“I need to be debriefed, sir,” Mia answered. “Patch me through. There's a lot going on, and I need to make sure we're all on the same page.”
Planet YS7-23, GFDate ????:????
There had been a long time where nothing had made sense. There had been pain, so much pain, and everything had been filtered through the haze of that agony. Brief snippets of pleasure reminded her what pain was, give context to the atrocity that was being inflicted on her, but beyond that there had been no way to make sense of anything.
Sounds came from around her, sounds that weren't pulled out of her. It took her a while to remember the concept of words, but when she did she also remembered the concept of identity. She was a person, a legend, a warrior. Her name was Samus Aran, last warrior of a dying race called the Chozo.
The Chozo had once conquered everything that was, then given up the path of violence. She was their last scion, their last hatchling, the last living hope of their people. Why, then, was she in so much pain?
She tried to move but couldn't. Everything hurt. Her eyes focused, her brain struggling to make sense of what she was seeing. Her own arm in front of her, covered in red designs. She shuddered, shook, trying to make sense of the agony radiating out of those thin lines.
It came back to her. Coming to YS7-23. Ambushed by anti-Chozo technology, the same sort of thing she had encountered back on the Bottleship. Everything afterwards. Brannigan, lording her weakness over her. Ridley coming for...
Ridley.
She rolled over, groaning, her whole body protesting the simple movement. Facing the sky. It took time for her eyes to adjust to the light and the breadth of the sky. The Dragon was there, her enemy, her nemesis, tourmaline wings so sharp they cut wounds into the air itself.
Nuclear fire belched forth from his mouth. A floating platform was struck, the sparkling bubble of a shield expanding under the onslaught, faltering, fading, finally undone. Two woman jumped from the platform and were caught by some kind of telekinetic bubble.
They touched down and ran, seeking refuge from the burning slag of their ship as it crashed into the earth, the scent of slag filling her nostrils. The same telekinetic presence grabbed bits of flaming metal, tossing it at the Dragon. Ridley used his tail to whip the wreckage out of the air, but more was lifted, circling him.
Samus ignored that, focusing on the woman, frowning as she recognized them. One was Madeline Bergman, the woman she'd given to Anthony for protection before flying back into space, wanting and needing time to mourn the man who had been like a father to her. The other...
MB. The clone. Samus felt her body shake from the shock of that recognition.
A copy of Mother Brain implanted into a vat grown body cloned from Samus' own human DNA. Her eyes went wide – Samus had thought she'd killed the clone back on the bottleship, but that creature's continued existence made much of her recent life make sense. She felt her eyes narrow, felt rage consume her, and the scream that tore out of her throat gave even Ridley pause.
MB looked at her with wide and fearful eyes, the wreckage pausing in flight. The Dragon pounced on her in that moment, slamming into the ground before her, the force of impact lifting her off her feet and sending her flying. She crashed into the ground and rolled bonelessly, unconscious.
The Dragon turned his attention to Madeline Bergman. The scientist was crawling backwards, pleading, begging. Ridley's tail whipped out, pinning the woman to the ground by her leg. Madeline screamed, pulling at the blade that had pushed right through skin and bone.
“You wanted to understand biology,” Ridley crooned. “Am I not the finest example of biology. that ever there was?”
“Ridley!” Samus screamed, pulling herself forward on aching limbs. The Dragon turned to her, smiling, a wing extending and sliding underneath her, extending more to bring him to her.
“Don't worry, Samus. I could never forget my. dearest love.”
After that, the pain began anew and everything was lost.
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