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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 4034:0703
The clone fell to the ground, writhing, mouth parted in a silent scream and eyes wide and glassy as tears poured out of them. Samus stood up on her own two feet and grinned as she took in Damara's look of horror.
“You're broken!” screamed Damara. “We broke you!”
Samus laughed and surged around the table.
The abuses her body had suffered slowed her down somewhat in those first few seconds, and Damara's shock gave way to anger as she raised a butter knife in Samus' direction. Samus knocked it aside with a withering contempt, pushing Damara's arms to the right and straining her already injured left bicep. The flat of her palm connected with Damara's jaw, snapping her neck. Samus grabbed Samara's jaw and twisted, lashed out at her knee and felt it buckle, slammed her head into the table and released her as the girl went limp and crashed to the ground.
All in all, it took about eight seconds.
Not bad, Samus thought, clucking to herself. Considering.
She took a few minutes to steady her breathing, leaning against the counter, closing her eyes, trying to gain control of herself. Frowning, she crouched down over the fallen girl and checked for a pulse. Damara was alive but not conscious. Her jaw was shattered, her knee dislocated. Samus couldn't help but smile at the former injury.
At least I won't have to listen to her try to justify herself , she thought.
She took a moment to survey the kitchen for further threats and found none. Greedy, hungry, she reached for the coffee that Damara had been making and drunk it down, letting her mind wander as she glared down at the clone.
Idiots, she thought, scowling at Sakamoto's ambition and the clone he had made of her.
The Chozo's technology was based on psychic processes that were beyond the ability or comprehension of most other species. They were old – older than the Galactic Federation itself, which they had helped found. They had shared almost none of their technology thousands of years ago, and even now so much of it was beyond the grasp of modern civilization.
Like a baby trying to understand psycho-genesis, Samus thought.
Mother Brain had been built to be the operating system of a solar system. The original could catalogue information and inhabit different animal consciousnesses, allowing for communication and access to records from one planet to another. She could also make decisions for non-sentient lifeforms and even those with lower degrees of willpower, implant suggestions in the psyches of higher minds, and even control weather and limited geographical structure with the aid of other machines.
That was all well and good, but Mother Brain was still nothing more than a very complicated computer.
Samus Aran had been trained to be a warrior.
The Chozo had once been a warlike people. They had conquered galaxies that the Galactic Federation had no idea existed yet, all of them hundreds of thousands of years ago. Samus could identify them by name, knew the species that had grown on them, their cultures – the Torizo statues the Chozo left behind were effectively dormant information hubs that served multiple purposes.
Every single Torizo statue held information on a different aspect of armor, a different weapon so that if warriors forgot or were damaged they could seek repairs as needed – a virtual interface that recognized the Chozo DNA in her body and could communicate and effect repairs on a psychic level with members of the Chozo species and, thanks to their genetic manipulation of her, with Samus herself.
Sometimes, someone would find one and try to communicate with one, or break it open. None of their efforts worked and how could they? The Torizo were themselves psychic manifestations, the grave markers of Chozo warriors past. They had as much real physical matter as any of the armors Samus wore.
Being creatures of the mind, those ancient Chozo warriors had recognized mental wounds as well as physical ones. The Chozo of ages past had come up with a unique way of dealing with the problem of post-traumatic stress disorder: psychic back-ups of themselves. They could revert to who they had been before trauma while keeping the memory of what they had gone through as a story, like something they had heard in great detail that had happened to someone else.
Unlike most Chozo, Samus had suffered trauma as a child when her family had been eaten by Ridley and her whole world had been burned to ash and slag. She, more than the Chozo, understood the power of trauma and the gift of having a psychic back-up, and so she tended to create a new one every month and reverted as necessary.
Back in the caves, she'd put the new back-up on hold and waited, letting herself be taken and waiting for a chance to use the pleasure being inflicted on her as a weapon. The chance had finally come, a trap hidden and dormant in her mind.
As powerful as the clone was, she'd never been trained for psychic warfare.
Samus had.
Now, her mind stretched out and accessed the screaming computer than ran this facility. She clucked in surprise; she'd been on YS7-23 only five standard galactic months. She found where Colonel Sakamoto and Madeline Bergman were being kept, then hauled Damara up over her shoulder and brought her back to one of the cells she'd been trapped in, making sure to drug the girl to keep her comatose before tossing her into it and locking the door.
She awoke Sakamoto by choking him to death.
Dragging him out of his cage, she'd looked into the fear in his eyes and savored it, savored the terror in him as all his ambitions and madness finally came to an end. He'd set up the bottle ship, he'd authorized the experiments, he'd gotten Adam killed.
She had the computer release him - she wanted the fight, as pathetic as he actually was. She was angry, angry at the character assassination he'd inflicted on her and Adam both, the damage he'd done to the Galactic Federation the Chozo had created, angry at everything he had wrought.
It took him minutes to die. It wasn't enough, but Samus was no monster.
This was as close to justice as someone like Sakamoto would find.
She left the corpse where it was, stalking through the hallways towards the one extant member of this group - a woman she had once saved, a woman who had turned out to be the monster her would-be daughter had once thought of her as.
Madeline Bergman was just waking up when Samus walked into her room. The lust in her eyes quickly changed to terror as she saw Samus and then saw the way Samus was walking towards her. She pulled her blankets up over her body, trembling.
“Wait!” cried Madeline. “It was Sakamoto! I was just a scientist!”
Samus knocked her out with one punch, wrapped her up in her sheets, and accessed the computer again. Finding the Delano 7, she dragged Madeline to it and threw the war criminal into one of the holding cells on that ship, then returned for Damara and tossed her in one, too.
Jogging back to Damara's room felt good.
Unfettered Movement felt good.
She was smiling when she accessed the computer and excised the nanites from her body, all while taking a long and steaming shower. She watched the machines spill out of her pores, dying as the water claimed them and washed them down the drain. She stood under scalding water, enjoying the feeling and singing to herself, then let the water die. She stood in the steam, dripping wet for a time, taking deep breaths.
Drying herself with a big fluffy towel, she walked to Damara's closet and dressed herself in the least-worst of Damara's clothing, the fabric tight against her larger frame. It felt weird to be wearing clothing again after so many months, but the colors were somewhat suitable.
She walked back to the kitchen. The clone was still on the ground, drooling and wetting herself, writhing as she relived every torment Samus had suffered over the past five months, an endless loop of sensation that she had no way of processing. Samus made herself breakfast while staring down at the clone and thinking.
Poor thing, Samus thought. The clone hadn't asked for this: she'd been made of mad ambition, and as angry as Samus was she knew that the clone was just another victim of the same evil that the Chozo had trained her to fight. If she took the clone back with her she would be executed.
She wanted a sister, Samus thought, accessing the clone's records in the computer system, reading all the things the clone felt and thought. She wanted a family.
Clucking to herself, Samus finished breakfast and considered what to do next.
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Nearly done. Three outros remain. Thank you for reading. If you leave a review, I'll respond to it here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=12
There's some decent conversation and shop talk there, as well. Hope you're enjoying this. I can't believe it's nearly over.
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