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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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Unknown, GFDate ????:????
Madeline Bergman stayed where she was: laying down on a cot, keeping as still as possible, focusing on her breathing. In for eight seconds, hold for two, release for twelve seconds, hold for two. Breath after breath after breath. The air around her was warm but stale. The walls were smooth to the touch and lacked seams or markings. She could not tell where the ambient light of the room came from. These were the small things she knew.
As to the larger... she didn't know whether the clone was alive or dead but couldn't feel the clone's presence in her mind. She wasn't sure where Damara was, or where she had been taken. She remembered that Samus Aran had somehow broken loose but the injuries she had suffered were now healed. She didn't hear anyone around her. She kept her eyes closed.
When she'd awoken all her hurts had been healed. Her hygienic needs were taken care of while she was sleeping. The light was a constant dim presence. She didn't menstruate here. There was no way for her to keep track of time and nothing for her to read, nothing for her to do, nothing for her to play with. Her every attempt to keep track of time for however long she had been here had been discovered and removed.
Even self-harm just found her waking up with no sign that she'd ever been hurt.
It was infuriating.
Her hair didn't grow. Her clothing was markless, stainless. Her pleas and entreaties were met with stony silence. Her cell was barely large enough to stand in and not long enough to pace. There was a cot and a toilet. She was never fed and had no idea why she didn't feel hunger or suffer the effects of malnutrition. It scared her to think that she might be immortal and alone.
Not a single person had come to see her since she'd woken up in this place.
All she could do was close her eyes. She could control was her breathing.
Eight seconds in. Two seconds held. Twelve seconds out. Two seconds held.
She forgot when it was she had given up screaming.

Classified, GFDate 4034:0715
“So, this is Madeline Bergman,” Keaton said, looking into the cell where the woman was kept. The Sazin's hands were clasped behind his back, but there was a humming coming from his second throat.
Anthony said nothing; the two of them were standing in a hollowed out asteroid near Daibon, a black site where military criminals were sent after being tried. There did not appear to be anything special about it and great pains had been taken to make it look like any other asteroid in the belt. Only a handful of people even knew that it existed.
“Her needs will be taken care of,” Anthony said. “She'll live a long life.”
“And Samus?”
“We paid her,” Anthony shrugged. “She took the money, donated most of it to refurbishing veterans and lost families, her usual.”
“And the rest?” Keaton asked.
“Princess is off getting drunk,” Anthony answered. The two of them turned away from the cell.
“She hasn't told you anything about where she's been, or where she found Dr. Bergman?” Keaton asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Nothing,” Anthony confirmed. Samus had never been one for long conversations, but even for her, she'd been tight-lipped. Anthony was worried about her but figured the Hunter would blow off some steam and then get back to work. “You know how she is.”
“Indeed.” Keaton was silent a moment, the two of them heading back to the shuttle that would take them back to Daibon. “Any word on Vogl?”
“He's not doing anything of note,” Anthony answered, remembering the intelligence briefings. “Whatever ally he had has vanished.”
“Do you think it was the good doctor?”
“Probably.”
“And so we are indebted to the Hunter again.” Keaton sighed. “Is there anything we can get her? Unofficially? Maybe some strong or fine form of alcohol?”
“Actually...” Anthony cleared his throat. He wasn't sure what to make of the request Samus had made of him, the way her eyes had narrowed as she'd asked it. “She would like sole rights to a small planetoid out in the middle of nowhere.”
“Which one?”
“YS7-23?”
“Anything remarkable about it?” Keaton asked, clearly as curious about the whole thing as Anthony was, but Anthony shook his head. Keaton growled deep in his second throat. “Give it to her. Quietly. Let her do whatever she wants with the place. She's earned it.”

Daibon, GFDate 4034:0716
Samus pounded back the latest shot to a crowd of cheering onlookers. She had no idea what the last shot was called or what was in it, but it felt good to have the alcohol go down her throat and settle in her belly. She was wearing casual clothing – blue halter and shorts, white boots – and rewarding herself for another mission well done.
Daibon had many secrets and this place was one of her favorites. It was more dive than bar, the sort of place that peacekeepers avoided and soldiers told stories about. None of them knew who she was, but she recognized half of the people at the bar from wanted posters. A couple of them were even people she'd considered going after in days past, but right now she had one goal: get as drunk as possible.
The small and now empty glass joined a swarm of them on the table in front of her. She ordered another. She was feeling pretty good, the aching scream of what she'd suffered soothed by psychic training for trauma; she was fine, thinking about what she'd suffered, and she'd come to terms with it later.
For now, alcohol.
Later, either a quick lay or a bar fight or both.
She felt a goofy grin spread across her feature and knew it would probably be both.
Her data consul pinged her, letting her know that there was a message for her from Anthony. She accessed it mentally, letting the information fill her, and smiled: her request for ownership of YS7-23 had gone through, and the whole place was hers.
Smiling, she turned and punched the criminal sitting next to her in the face. She'd take him in later and use his bounty to buy herself another night on the town.
She'd earned this.

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Nearly done. Nearly. Ye gods. I'm editing the last couple chapters - scenes, really - now and should be posting them tonight. It's all story and plot, so... I'll be taking questions and responding to reviews at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=12 , like I usually do. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for reading.
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