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Metroid: Rebirth	By : TarnishTear Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 10235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prolog
- 2-Chapter One: Hatchling
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Now

The silence was deafening in the Grand Senate Hall of the Galactic Federation. Equal parts boardroom and coliseum, with hovering desks and podiums that reached from the floor to the ceiling some 5 stories above, that level of silence should not have been possible. Yet it was so complete and pressing, that the computer program that controlled the recording of the minutes of each and every session ran two self-diagnostics to confirm it was still operating properly. When both came back green, it dialed up the audio sensitivity of every microphone in the room, just to be sure.
It had no way of knowing that every eye (or comparable part of the anatomy) of every senator was fixed on the holoscreen before them on each one of their desks. From the ground level to the highest raised platform, they all watched he horrific scene play out; concrete, indisputable evidence of their greatest fears, brought to them by a man they all trusted. Their screens all showed a flawless recreation of what once must have been a lovely city; an emerald colored cradle of civilizations. Now however, it was a burning, charred, twisted disaster area, and the could see the tall, waifish thin green humanoids that were the worlds dominate species flee their burning city in abject terror from a foe they were unprepared to deal with. A foe that had managed to resist the Federations repeated attempts to destroy, study, or re-create. A foe that only one person in all of known space had been able to put down.
That foe now floated into view on the screen. It resembled some kind of large, airborne jellyfish with long, curved talons in place of tentacles. Within its translucent cap was a glowing quadripartite nuclei that scientist still has yet to identify. Where they the creatures eyes? Brain? Both? Neither? One thing was certain however: The Metroids had returned. The one on the screen then dashed through the air, its gleaming talons latching onto the whatever device that had record these images, and several senators gasped and flinched away from it in spite of themselves. The picture dissolved into meaningless static an instant later, then finally winked out.
For those too far away or too high above the center dais, the image of a broad-shouldered uniformed man replaced the scene of tragedy on their screens. In reality, his podium was hovering just off to the front of the Federation�s president center dais. �As you can see,� he said, his voice rich with authority. �The Metroids now have free range over the surface. They are faster, more resilient, and above all smarter than any previously discovered of their race, baring only the Phazon-mutated strain, now confirmed to be extinct.� He spoke with the voice of Man In Charge (And Knew It). His fiery red hair, free from gray even at the age six deca-cycles and change, was cropped neatly in military high-and-tight so favored by Federation Marines. He was in full military dress uniform, his numerous medals and ribbons on proud display. �Planet Eden III is lost to us, her people now dried out husks of Metroid waste.�
Whispers in a thousand different languages broke out all around him, as countless Senators mumbled to themselves, to their aids, to secret holo-net calls back to their respective worlds. The destruction of Zebes, coupled with their earlier crippling losses on Tallon IV, Aether, and Phaaze, had all but gutted the combat capabilities of the Space Pirates, the only other organization the galaxy known to access to the Metroids. Moreover, the species home world, SR388, had been destroyed by the crashing BSL space station, which contained all of the Federations data on the creation and cloning of Metroids. For all intents and purposes, the Metroid race was -- should have been -- extinct. General Klaxon�s eyes scanned the room as far as could see. There were some senators who looked depressed, as they mourned what had been a very versatile species. Others had eyes that shown with greed as they thought of the destructive power the Metroids had represented. Finally there was the (hopefully) majority of the senators who looked as though they had just witnessed their worse nightmares play out on the screen. Those were the ones that would play into his hands.
The Federation president, a shrewd looking, hawk-like creature finally spoke, his tone grave and thoughtful. �Your purposed, solution General Klaxon?�
Klaxon met the President�s gaze, and his response was immediate. �Orbital bombardment.�

That sent an uproar all over the Grand Hall. It took five standard minutes for the president to regain order over the assembly.
�The Federation has not authorized the use of orbital bombardment on a civilized planet for a centa-cycle or more,� the President replied. �It is the ultimate last resort, General Klaxon, as I am sure you are aware. Is there no other solution?�
In the space between the president dias and Klaxon�s, a holo screen hummed into life, the visage of a wizened, moth-like creature appearing with it�s frame. �Mr. President, General Klaxon, if I may speak?� the creature asked, the universal translator imbuing his voice with false calmness.
The President nodded. �The Senate Recognizes Senator U-mos of Aether.�
U-mos nodded his head in gratitude before fixing his gaze on Klaxon. �What of Samus Aran?� he asked. �She has been conscripted by this body to deal with the Metroid threat in the past, and has equipped herself excellently. We should secure her services once again, and immediately.�
Klaxon nodded gravely, his face a practiced mask of regret. �That was also my first idea. However it is my sad duty inform this assembly that Samus Aran is dead.�
Gasps and exclamations of denial rang out through the hall. Samus Aran, the famed bounty hunter turned galactic hero, the woman who crippled the Space Pirates, whom eradicated all traces of Phazon form the galaxy� dead? It was unthinkable, unbelievable!
U-mos and Klaxon were the only ones who did not join in in this sudden outburst of emotion. Even the President had to take a moment to compose himself. Once he was sure of himself, he again began to demand order from the delegates all around him. U-mos waited patiently and only when the room had returned to some semblance of order did he ask, �You have proof of her demise?�
Drawing on the military discipline he had honed his entire adult life, General Klaxon managed not to smile. He opened his mouth to reply, but the matter -- and his fate -- was decided for him in that exact instant.
One the ground floor of the Grand Hall, was an entrance normally reserved for the President himself, or special guest speakers for hearings and the like. A throw back to earlier times, or mayhap a homage to the genesis of the Federation, this entry way was fashioned as pair of double wooden double doors. Ornate to the point of opulence, hand-crafted and presented as a gift to the Federation by civilization that saw no need for metal, it had been tested several times had found to be as resilient and massive and full-grade blast doors. It was these doors that flung opened with a deafening crash as Klaxon began to speak. Two uniformed Marines were sent sprawling to the floor, obviously unconscious, in the process. All around the chamber, bodyguards and secret service members leapt in front of their respective charges, all fearing an assassination attempt, most communicating via radio or telepathy with others of their profession preparing for the sudden egress for the senators that had been often rehearsed but never needed. All eyes feel to the doorway, and a multitude of audio and video scanners focused that spot as well. The door were already beginning to swing closed, when the one on the left was caught by a human woman with dark hair, dressed in a lap coat and wearing large pair of glasses, looking battered but lively. The door on the right was caught by humanoid alien, green in color from the tips of her hair to the toes on her feet. She was waifish and frail looking, but moved with a purpose and strength that seemed far grater than had any business coming from so slight a being. Nobody was looking at Klaxon, so they didn�t noticed the way his eyes widened slightly before he caught himself, nor did they notice his lips flatten into a tight line.
Through the open door, a new figure emerged.
The heels of her crystalline, open-toed high-heeled shoes clicked-clacked on the marble flooring of the Hall as she strode in with confidence that stopped just short of arrogance. Her legs (long and shapely with well-defined muscles that spoke of as much femininity as it did power), were bare, though there was a trail of sparkling, ethereal silver material that floated through the air behind each leg. This trail was warped around her hips and waists, were it darkened to opacity, resembling a skirt, albeit be it one that only barely did its job of keeping modesty in check. But still it shimmered, refracting the lights in the hall into a thousand different scattered rainbows. From her waist, the material of her -- gown? Negligee? -- twisted up her back to emerge around the front once more just below her armpits just in time to cover her breasts -- most of them at any rate. Her nipple and areole were hidden from view, but the rest of her bust appeared to be fair game. Once this goal was accomplished however, the material seemed to shrink suddenly into nothing, becoming little more than pair of spaghetti straps as the crossed her collarbones, to tie in sample knot at the back of her neck, hidden by blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back, full of body and shine. On top of her head, nestled in the blonde hair like it had been made just for her, was a jeweled tiara. No one noticed that that the four jewels front and center on her crown was arranged in the exact same pattern as Metroid nuclei.
Needlessly to say, all of this was a lot to look at. But that was not where most of the eyes in the room were focused. This gown (for surely that was it must be), scandalous yet oddly tasteful at the same time, maintained her dignity, covering every part of her body that needed to be covered, save one: Her stomach. Her belly, which was currently swollen to a size consistent with a full-term human pregnancy, if not slightly larger. It was also completely exposed, and it was what drew the most attention. Those senators who paid particular close attention, who had zoomed their cameras in on her abdomen or had superior vision capacities naturally, also noticed barely visible movement play out under the taunt skin there. A ripple here, a bulge there, there, then gone aging. Despite her size, she never faltered in her stride as she approached an occupied dais on the president left side, stepped in and activated it, nor did she waddle, or place a hand in the small of her back for support.
Her hands worked the control of the dais she stood in with practiced ease that spoke of familiarity, and it came to life, hovering just to the president right as Klaxon hovered to the left. �Mr. President,� the unknown woman spoke, and the bizarre bout of fascination that had descended the hall broke almost instantly. �Honorable Senators,� went on, giving the room a sweeping gaze, before finally locking her steely blue eyes with Klaxon�s hard gray ones. She saw rage in those eyes. Rage mixed with fear.

Good, she thought.
�I come to you now,� she began without preamble, �To bring word of a plot to seize power from this body. A plot by General Klaxon.�
Before the Senate could explode again, Klaxon went on the offensive, slamming his hands on the counter of his dais. �And just who the devil are you that we should listen to your baseless claims?�
A smirk tugged at the corner of the woman�s lips. �General Klaxon, you know very well who I am. You�ve only tried to kill me twice in the last few months. In fairness, though, I did try to return the favor once. How�s the arm? Must have taken, what, six or seven days in a nutrient tank to get that reattached? Must have hurt like hell.�
Now all the rage on Klaxon eyes vanished; only the fear remained. She turned her attention back to the President, and more importantly the holo-camera on her dais so she could address the entire senate.
�You all know me, in point of fact,� she said, �though most of you have never seen my face. No matter. Allow me to introduce myself.�
The blonde woman, scantily clad and so pregnant it looked like she might drop at any minute, stood tall and proud. All joviality was gone from her voice as she spoke next.
�I am Samus Aran,� she said. �The Metroid Queen.�
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