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Do we need to know more than this? We know why we're here, friends. We're about to address that hunger we share, but some things should be known to finish the picture Samus suffers thanks to the machinations of Olsar, Bakhesh, and Braca.
Ariime is a silvery liquid world, the fifth planet of seven from its sun. It is safely nestled in the depth of the Kanvian Empire and is where they send their most dangerous prisoners to pay for their crimes. The reason is simple: the chemical composition of the planet makes the liquids heavy and also impossible to see in without high tech equipment that prisoners are never given.
Instead, they are led by their air supplies to patches of chromextin and chlorium float, forced to blindly mine the two ores using the suits they are given. Five prisoners are connected to every air supply, their suits insulated to mostly keep out the cold and the radiation, they working in four-hour shifts before returning for decontamination and then to their cells.
Accidents are frequent. Sabotage, less so. And the chemicals being mined are explosive in their raw form, so the prisoners must be careful in their work.
Rumors abound of wildlife out in the glimmering expanse, but no one reliable has seen more than ripples. Sometimes whole teams of prisoners go missing, though, and stories are told and shared. The authorities do nothing because why would they? Between us, friends, the wildlife is real. There are creatures that live down there, in the nitrous ocean that never ends, rippling their way through the silvery blindness. Those who have seen them wish they had not. They stay silent and drink to forget.
Few prisoners last more than five years.
Olsar's sister, a bright and vivacious girl, barely lasted one.
Lifers - those that last more than five years - hide in the crevices aboard the detention facility, trading favors to keep themselves alive. They suffer from radiation, however, and have mutated into horrid things that rival the monstrousness of the supposed wildlife.
Salis and Bekhesh were both sentenced to this place. The Tavlek braved it out and came out the other side after four agonizing years, or so the legend goes. In truth, he and Salis staged a secret coupe a year into their sentence.
When Bekhesh was released and found himself in Olsar's employ, he sat the Baron down and explained what had happened.
“Wow,” Olsar whistled. “Seems there's only one thing to do.”
He explained that thing to Salis, having Braca ensure the paperwork covered the means as best as possible. While that was happening, a new facility was built within the rippling tides of the world, a facility of shades hidden from sight by the metallic waves.
“You were a slaver,” Olsar told Salis, the two of them drinking wine from another world as they stared into the swirling shining mass outside the new facility. “Help me run this place and you can continue training slaves and we'll split the wealth as partners.”
One in every twenty prisoners sent to Ariime ended up being sent for slave training. Given how so many ended up dead or missing, no one suspected anything amiss.
The details of that training, friends, are to come. For now...
Samus Aran awakens in a cold cell lit by the pale swirling mass outside the window. She doesn't know where she is and groans softly, wondering if she used the reward from rescuing the noble girl to drink a little bit too much. She smiles a little, shifting her legs, tried to move her arms.
Can't.
Eyes widen, breath catches. She's alert now, ready for anything except the straitjacket that keeps her arms pinned to her abdomen and forces her biceps to frame her chest, pushing up her firm flesh hidden within. Her hair is undone and a tangled mess and she can see track marks on her left thigh – someone has been drugging her.
Who stripped me? she wonders. Where am I?
She's on a round bed, more a platform meant to show something off than a place for sleeping. The back of her straitjacket is attached to the platform but it has some slack. She's not gagged, not blindfolded, her legs are free. She winces as her feet touch the floor and her legs curl away from the tile as she stares around the bare room.
When the door opens her eyes move to the woman entering, smiling as she pushes a cart.
“Hello, inmate,” the woman says, licking her lips, narrowing her eyes. Her hips sway when she walks, she keeping just out of Samus' range of motion. “My name is Warden Salis. Do you remember me?”
“Warden?” asks Samus, shaking her head. She's pretty sure she's never seen this woman in her life. Salis has white skin and white hair, graying highlights across her flesh. Her clothing is black, form-fitting and comfortable. She looks warm and satisfied with herself.
“Yes,” Salis says. Samus grimaces as she walks across the floor, the cold seeping into her bare feet, chilling her with every step. “You've been sentenced for acts of terrorism that-”
“There's been a mistake,” says Samus, through gritted teeth. “My name is Samus Aran. I'm the Hunter-”
“You're delusional,” Salis laughs, reaching out and petting Samus' cheek, running a teasing nail down Samus' jawline. “That's okay. We deal with crazies and criminals and the very worst all the time and we always bring people like you to heel.”
Samus stares at the warden. The Hunter towers over her but there's a glint in the other woman's eyes and Samus gets the sense that something is terribly wrong. She struggles against the straitjacket but it holds, tries to jump and kick but the line pulls her back to the platform with enough force to knock the wind out of her.
“Trying to escape...?” Salis tches and rubs her hands together. “Criminals do that, but if you want to be called Samus...”
She moves closer with a predatory confidence that, just for a moment, makes Samus cower.
The warden notices. Laughs.
“Oh, yes,” Salis says. “More of that. So much more of that...”
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