Metroid: A Mother Turned Against (Working Title) Fanfic/Book

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I'd really love to get some opinions on a book/fanfiction I have been working on/off for since 2005. The preview I have is a couple pages worth of material, but there's more where this came from. Let me know what you think. It's important that the project has fan feedback as I will eventually finish it and attempt to reach out to Nintendo for potential publishing.

Metroid: A Mother Turned Against- Extremely Rough Draft
By: Michael Levy

Space Station Log # 18228963

Confirming Microphone/Digital Recording Availabilites- 100%
Accessing Timeline Database and Instant-Save Data Analysis- 100%
Inserting Reference Case #24- Fledross Mission
Priming……
Priming……
Complete. Journal Recording…..

This is Samus Aran, Intergalactic Bounty Hunter, recording the beginnings of case 070122 on the planet Fledross, which borders the eastern moons of the remains of a planet called Drex-9. A team of researchers and I went over numerous amounts of data for the planet I’ll be entering in approximately 0700 hours. Currently there are no forms of life on Fledross, but I’m still going to be bringing all standard hunter equipment just to make sure.

We’ll be landing on a small patch of grass in front of a large mountain. The mountain contains several caves which all envelop each other. In the northwest section of the mountain lies the exit to a tunnel, which rolls into a hillside. I will be marking the third hill with a spread missile, sending 3 yards worth of shockwaves deep into the ground. I’ll make one incision, and then the next will cut into the original, forming an X.

I will then return to my ship and rest until the research and excavation team blasts the area for me to reach the spot where a ship landed 50 years ago. They’ll be using satellite lasers and blast materials, so I’ll move my ship to the far end of the planet and prepare for the next step of the mission. However, just because the research shows no life exists doesn’t always mean it is true. I’ll be keeping an eye out for any threatening situations. I can’t afford to make what I like to call “Training Bra” mistakes just because some feed from a monitor says so.

Log Exit.


She looked in the mirror of the bathroom on her ship as it traveled across the far reaches of space towards her destination. Her soft complexion was patted down with the already wet towel. Fingernails painted orange held open her eyelids as she looked in the mirror. A soft blue cornea gazed back at her as she then poked a cheekbone. Sighing, she applied a daily routine of light mascara, the only material thing other than tampons that told her she still had a little bit of femininity left. She began to think about her personal life, about Adam Malkovich, her commanding officer when she was in the Galactic Federation Police. She smiled, looking down at the mascara, wishing she could put on lipstick, knowing she hadn’t owned any since she was a teenager.

Continuing her pre-mission routine, she stepped into her lockdown chamber, where she slept in between missions. In the glass door closet, her bodysuit was being dried by imbedded vents installed to simultaneously dry and expand the suit. Once the suit was dried, it would begin to shrink due to micro electronic fiber, which the suit was created out of. She remembered the shock of being blasted during testing for the suit, the overall numbness that hovered over her nerves with each test energy blast. Samus removed the towel, her sleek skin and athletic figure still slightly damp, as she put her medium length blond locks up in a ponytail.

A yawn escaped her pink lips as she held the back of her hand against her mouth, heading to a closet, the door see-thru. She turned the locks off on the sides of each clear panel, heat escaping as she swung the door open. She had less than two minutes to get the bodysuit on before it shrank against her form, sealing deep into her pores similar to a second skin. She unlocked the suit from the wall and unzipped it, stepping into the legs and pulling them up. The material loosely clung to her form. She slipped it up, pulling it against her breasts and sliding her arms inside. She then used a mechanical arm to the right of where the suit was being dried before.

“Voice command, Arm #3, Containment Quarters Closet,” Samus said, looking back at the hook before looking up.

“Issue Command,” a cold computerized voice quipped back at her.

“Zip,” Samus said.

The arm began to zip up the suit and stopped when reaching her neck. She stepped out of the room, and thirty seconds later, she felt it. The suit began to tighten against every crevice and crack in her body while still leaving enough mobility so that she was comfortable. She gritted her teeth slightly as she felt the material ride up her behind and push her breasts together. An uncomfortable smirk thinned her lips as the suit tried to squish in between her toes. The way it outlined her bellybutton in the mirror made her blush a pale red against her milky complexion, a splash of natural makeup erupting from her cheeks. The cerulean colored material finished right on time, tight enough to keep her nimble yet not cutting off her circulation.

Samus checked the computer piloting systems as they began to enter the atmosphere of planet Fledross.

The spaceship landed, and she waited for the engines to cool. Suddenly, a transmission came through on the main screen just as she was about to get her power suit on, one of the members on the research team appeared on the hologram deck.

“Hunter Samus Aran, long time no see!” he said.

“Good day sir. I’m just about ready to go. We’re 5 minutes behind scheduled landing,” she replied.

The man’s name was Professor Azuco Baramet, and he was in charge of Samus’s on-planet activity. He was a heavyset man in his late 40’s, balding, farsighted, which meant he was a typical employee for the research team.

“That’s great, because I’m sure you’ll need that activity, Ms. Aran. It seems the expected life form ratio has gone from 0% to 25% for the next 3.29 miles,” Baramet said.

“I figured as much,” she said, itching her left foot against a steel beam.

“Right. When you get outside into the atmosphere, be prepared for anything,” The hologram began to fade away.

“Understood, Professor,” she said. “I’ll be sure to do a full scan of the immediate area before approaching the mountain.”

“Stay safe, dear,” Baramet said.

Samus nodded and turned around. The suit’s glimmer caught her eye, and she stepped up to the small stepstool so she could drop into the suit.

Climbing into the suit was the same as it always was: her feet froze at first, toes tingling in that clingy fabric she wore. Sliding her arms into cold steel, one of which contained her Power Beam, Samus began to grip the trigger on the inside of the beam’s armor. The main trigger was what she used to fire. She only received kickback using a charge shot. The Power Beam had at least eight standard upgradeable hubs for her to use varied technology to change the duration as well as the power of the beam. These could be accessed in the knuckle region of the inside of the armor. On the outside of the armor, she had built a detachable, as well as throw-able hook that she could use to help herself get onto cliffs and ledges.

The suit began to whir, adjusting to her body heat, which identified that it was her. She could feel the temperature adjust to the ship’s atmosphere. Yawning, she continued to wait for the suit to adjust to her body, as it always did. Closing her eyes, she began to sigh, trying not to move her head, despite desperately wanting to lean back. Her stomach growled. She smirked, speaking under her own breath softly.

“I knew I forgot something. Food,” she said.

Her other arm slid in a little bit easier. She felt the spongy material that surrounded the inner fingers. This would tug her skin closer to the metal using nanotechnology, so she can grip and lift up to 500 pounds. The main chest plate as well as the other armor held secrets that, through extensive research by other scientists as well as her, are unknown.

She began thinking about how hungry she was. Thinking back, she tried to wonder when the last time she had a home cooked meal was. Granted, she’s still human, she thought, while her stomach continued to rumble. Suddenly, she realized two things. The first was that she remembered that the most recent meal she had that was actually somewhat wholesome was 6 months ago, in a tiny galactic restaurant in Space Pit #34. Space Pits were, as most intergalactic travelers learned, were “tourist traps”. A woman named Dortha served her what they called “meat log with mashed gronads and mixed herbs”. She thought about space food and how it always hit the spot, despite being from a place that she’d never been to, but heard about in stories.

The second was how constantly lonely she felt. Sometimes she just wished she could find companionship in anyone or anything that she could talk to. She began remembering some of her past friends, lovers, and it just made her even more depressed. Her famous saying was that she’d had all these amazing adventurous stories to tell, but she had nobody to listen. When she was drifting in space, she would dial random people on her communications device, but all would hang up on her. They all had families to go back to, or loved ones to share moments with. She knew she’d been alone for too long when she started discussing being lonely with her suit after missions while it recharged.

As the helmet clamped down upon the rest of the suit, she detached herself from the power supply that the battery charged itself with. The suit came to life, breathing with Samus’s breath; her heartbeat was an echo of its life support. The suit’s vitality was broken up into individual nodules, specifically, 99 of them. Samus could gain tanks of energy, which stored natural sunlight for use instead of her actual life support. The suit, which she controlled, contained automatic internal operation systems with built in mind sensors that derived from an ancient alien race known as the Chozo.

Her bionic fingers glided across the dashboard of her ship. She pulled a lever down to make a section of the top of the ship lower, which she used as a platform lift to get her into the atmosphere. Her eyes drifted through the helmet’s visor over to the lift. She stepped onto the strong metal, and flipped a switch next to her. The platform began to lift back into place, bringing her into the planet’s atmosphere.

A slight wind blew across the distance as she began running diagnostics over the land. No life forms in sight for at least 30 yards. Taking her first steps off the ship’s roof, she leaped into the air, performing a smoothly accurate somersault, landing on her feet. She turned while standing, and had her ship lock itself down.

“Main ship, lock and seal. Barracade with energy fence,” Samus said while she turned back toward the mountain. The ship began to glow bright blue, then the color disappeared. With her ship secure, she began making her way towards the mountain’s base. Using internal zoom scopes, she locked onto the main entrance of the mountain which led to caverns.

When it came to missions, Samus always took precaution. She scanned again for life forms. The ground was slick and covered in patches of mud and what looked like soot. She thought about taking a sample of the soot-like substance, but decided against it. There was little vegetation in the area. It looked like a few sprouts had begun to pop up, but the climate was so bad, she doubted anything could survive out here. However, in the next to last scan before reaching the entrance to the first cave, she got a reading. Roughly 22 life forms popped up in her search. Blue eyes reflected back inside her visor, as bright golden rain began to fall from the skies.

She kept one hand firm on the trigger of her beam as the other removed a small vial that she removed from underneath her red orange chest plate, opening it to collect some of the liquid. She sealed it up and slipped it into a small nook of her power beam. The suit ran a diagnostic on the substance. It was not acidic. A slight exhale slipped from her full lips.

“Well, at least I won’t melt out here,” she smirked.

Continuing into the cave, she tensed up a bit, taking in her surroundings. The suit’s temperature adjusted itself to the cave’s humidity. Red stalactites oozed yellow rain droplets. The inside walls were a misty blue and the ground was still covered in mud and soot. Each footstep echoed in the cave. Mud sunk into her metallic boots, slurping up as she tugged each foot easily out of the muck. Her visor glowed against the damp rock and clumps of reddish-grey dirt. She smelled a substance that resembled gas, even though the planet’s atmosphere wasn’t as bad as she originally thought it would be. Studies showed that Fledross was acceptable for other people to live on, despite most people preferring spaceships. Nobody really had a home on a planet, other than a few sparse hot spots.

The cave seemed to change appearance as she continued to make her way through it. At first the walls changed from a bright red to an almost blackish blue. The ground also solidified and became less muddy. There were bright green markings on certain spots of the ground that faded as she continued to climb throughout the cavern.

“So far so good,” said Samus as she continued walking at a regular pace. She decided it’d be wise to turn on her built in recorder so she could keep some personal files on the planet. There was always the chance that she’d have to return to this place. Smirking, she remembered that she doubt this planet would survive after she left. Thinking back to something Adam said she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. “It seems like every time you take off from a planet or space station it blows up. You’re bad luck!”

“Harsh, but accurate”, she thought. She began recording.

“Hour 0200 of Mission: Fledross. No life forms found yet, however there are readings taken earlier that show life forms in existence on this planet,” Samus spoke quietly, with her external microphone off so not to attract attention.

She reached a point in the tunnels which contained solid rock. The suit’s metal knuckles clanged against it. She sighed, looking through her visor for an alternate route.

“This is just not going to do at all,” she said. “Here’s something.”

Looking up, she noticed more of the rain from outside dripping from a crack in the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, she stepped backwards a bit, giving herself room to blast the crack with her beam. She angled the energy beam at the center of the crack and began charging a shot, firing it at the ceiling. The ceiling immediately caved in, yet something came with it.

A small life form dropped down with the floor it was standing on, landing a few feet from Samus. Startled, she leaped back, taking aim at it. She noticed it was slow moving. She’d never seen anything like it. Sharp yellow talons covered its face, oozing out some sort of clear pus. It yelped when it landed, shrieking like a scared child. Its eyes were crimson and glowing, almost hypnotic. This must have been what the creature used to lure its prey. Samus scanned the creature for details, saving a snapshot from an internal camera in the orange-red helmet she wore. She blasted the creature 3 times, watching it blow apart and ooze jade colored blood. Its intestines trickled from the holes left by the power beam, and Samus exhaled a sigh of relief.

Leaning in, she scrunched up her nose, wanting to cover it but realizing she was in her suit. She picked up a piece of rock, poking at the deceased creature, turning on her internal recorder once more.

“Green blood. This thing stinks! But it looks as if it is a low risk factor. I’ll be destroying all that I come in contact with,” she recorded.

Standing, Samus leapt high, using compressed carbon dioxide for high-pressured jumps a normal being couldn’t make. She spotted two more of the creatures, whose images were being sent to her ship’s database for further examination. Her ship’s computer would search through scientific data for a photographic match. If nothing could be found, Samus would later go into scientific databases to search for information. Kneeling to her left, she fired upon both creatures, watching as they both exploded into globs of dead matter. She stood, continuing up through the caverns. She entered a room, dark, filled with soft light from way up top. The light almost dripped down to her, as she leapt onto a higher platform, looking up at the rest of the cavern. She shook her head, wanting to use her grappling beam but not wanting to wake more of those creatures. After all, the original reading of life forms was 22.

“I’d rather not find out what else is crawling its way through this place. It makes my skin crawl just thinkin’ about it,” she whispered.

Alloy tipped fingers scraped against solid rock and dipped into crevices of the unknown area. Her eyes darted back and forth as her visor scanned the area. Everything had an overall orange tint in the suit. Her mind began to wander, thinking about what could be so important to these scientists to want to dig halfway into a practically unknown planet. She started guessing at what the big secret was deep under her feet. She began recording again with all of her different guesses, but the one that stuck in her mind was something that probably did not want to be removed.

“I have a feeling that whatever they find, I’m going to have to fight for it. However, that’s not in my contract. Yet.” said Samus.

Suddenly, the cave she was in began to vibrate intensely. Her feet slipped out from underneath her, and she fell hard, her armor clunking onto hard stone. She clenched for the side, but the vibrations continued, growing louder and more unstable. She could hear cracking from below and creaking from above. Changing the frequency of her helmet’s audio input, she could also hear chattering and squealing coming from below and rising up. She clutched for ground to stand on, but it shook too violently. The armor across her chest scraped against warm rock. As the noises from below grew closer to her, a message from her computer came in. It was the information about the parasites she’d blasted earlier. Her eyes widened against the internal visor when the text came up.

SOLANONS- THIS IS A PARASITE THAT HAS BEEN FOUND ON ONLY ONE OTHER PLANET, ADRICAX. THESE CREATURES ARE VIRTUALLY HARMLESS ONE ON ONE. THEIR BLOOD IS NON-ACIDIC AND THEY ARE VERTABRAE INHABITANT BEINGS. FEMALE GENDERS OFTEN BAN TOGETHER WHEN MALES ARE KILLED, SEEKING OUT THE BLOOD BEARER TO EXACT REVENGE UPON THEM. THEY CAN SEE AND SMELL THE TRAIL OF BLOOD FROM THEIR MATES. SEVERAL THOUSAND CAN TEAR AT EARTH AND CAN CARRY UP TO 3000 POUNDS WITH THEIR BODIES.

“Great, this mission is over before it began.” said Samus as she looked all around the cave’s walls. She spotted a platform high above with a chunk of rock formed into a long needle-like shape. The rush came, and she yelped feeling several hundred parasites a foot long, diving on top of her. She squealed out loud, raising her beam and switching to her grappling beam. She aimed as best as she could, firing at the needle rock. She felt the tug as it hooked on, and she zipped out of the Solanon’s grasp. A dozen or so clutched on, slamming crab-like fists against her backside, making her smack into several platforms on the way up. Four of five slid off her body and back down to the bottom of the horde of parasites. Her leg muscles ached as she reached the platform. She collapsed onto it, unhooking her grapple beam and changing back to the power beam. She charged a few shots, firing off at the remainder of the parasites that were still attached to her.

“Well, that was disgusting,” she grunted, feeling jittery, as if the parasites had left something behind to crawl all over her. She ran a quick external diagnostic. None remained on her. She lay pinned to the platform that was about her suit’s size. The room was crawling with them. She fired down, knocking off a few that were climbing the walls after her.

“So, they want revenge. Understandable, but I’ve got a job to do.” Samus stood, aiming up at the ceiling. She scanned for the weakest spot in the crack where the light came from and fired a charged shot, then blasted the sides of the room with missiles, letting the room begin to cave in as she leapt onto a ledge outside. She turned, facing Drex-9’s moons. Muffled cries of death echoed below her, as several hundred of the Solanon were split in half by jagged ceiling pieces. The sky looked like orange bursts of flavor had oozed out of the clouds, and there was a violet haze over the mountain up ahead. Just over the next mountain lay her spot to drill.

Standing, her stomach growled, begging for nourishment. She tried to bottle it, instead stepping onto a solid hill that overlooked the climb to the mountains. Trying to get the image of food out of her mind, she began running full speed down the hill, her suit’s legs adjusting their temperature to keep her at a normal range. She needed this extra burst of cool air to circulate her breathing better. Her gun arm extended upwards as she began to slow down, leaping into the air over a large pit of bubbling ashes. She fired her grappling beam again, hooking onto a piece of the mountain a bit higher than the base. It locked on and yanked her body towards the platform. Her body still ached from the other platforms in the cave smacking into her back. She brushed off her shoulder pads, standing up straight. Her gaze locked onto the top of the mountain. Her visor shimmered in the light’s reflection, and she shielded her view and turned to her other side, steel heels clunking onto hard stone. She leapt onto a sturdier platform, spotting an entrance into the mountain.

Samus began to grow weary of other life forms. The situation, while minor, was all too familiar to her. Entering a planet virtually unscathed and having to relinquish life forms she knew nothing about. She wondered while stepping through a pile of silver brush if scientific study was worth killing several hundred newly discovered creatures. Samus also realized that she had to make a living, regardless of the cost. While not a scientist, she still had some interest in knowing what the life forms were and why they existed. Her mind began to wander as she pushed vines aside, making her way towards the entrance inside the mountain. She could feel something stirring around her. Scanning for life forms, she quickly came up something.

The vines she was pushing back were called “Legurs”, plants which strangled upon touch. Quickly, she blasted two vines which had awaked and were approaching her directly. They slumped to the crunchy grass as two from behind wrapped around her non-gun arm and waist, while three more attacked her legs. She charged a shot, firing at one, ripping it in two. Three more quickly appeared in it’s place, one wrapping around her neck as the others continued on her waist. Samus grunted, blasting at Legurs that continued to be replaced with thicker, stronger ones. Six more vines, dark green and pulsing with a fine mist across their tops slithered and snapped out at Samus. She shrieked, the scream echoing into the distance.

“Enough of these games,” Samus said.

She ducked down as they tightened their grip. She could feel the immense pressure against her suit, as if the Legurs were trying to crush her armor.

“Morph Ball, activate,” she said.

Her suit shrank and rolled her up into a ball, snapping the vines. She used her famous morph ball technique, which is when she could use the power of the suit to transform herself, as well as the entire suit, into a small grooved ball that also had upgradeable hubs for climbing walls and even jumping. She could even launch bombs if cornered by smaller prey in the form. Several Legurs began to follow her into the cave entrance. Using her auto guide system, her suit launched forward at lightning speed. She dropped several blue spheres onto her path so the Legurs would follow. The blue spheres, which were actually bombs, blew the vines five feet into the air as Samus rolled into the cave with stellar ease. She unrolled from the form back to normal size. More vines approached the cave’s entrance. She powered up a shot and blasted the cave entrance, crushing the remainder of the Legurs.

“That was easier than I th-” Before she could finish, the cave began to shake, and the remainder of the entrance covered up. She stood there, in a damp puddle, as her night vision internally switched on.

“Nevermind. Just, nevermind. Why does that always happen? I start boasting, and, boom, caved in.” Samus sighed into the internal microphone in her helmet.

Scanning the area, she saw no immediate threats, so she continued to walk through the first room. With no light, she couldn’t make out colors or shadows with her night vision on. External lamps or lights could wake creatures still sleeping. She decided to play it cool and keep motion down to a minimum. Footsteps rippled against a small stream of water coming from an unknown source. She reached a solid wall of rock, noticing a crack in the middle. She took a chance and charged her power beam, firing at the wall. It crumbled, more water drained in. She continued walking, ducking down into the hole she made.

“I really don’t like this water source. There must be some way out of this cave.” Samus said.

She looked up as best as she could. The ceiling was low enough for her to touch. She noticed no water, so she powered up a shot, blasting upwards. Her shot tunneled through the ceiling, and she leapt up, blasting at the rock in front of her. The barrage of shots opened up a more accessible hallway which led to a dead end.

“Hmm. Better than nothing,” she said, leaping up to the newly made hallway, repeating the process.

“There must have been a leak rising from below, because this cave is dry and hollow. How can this be?” Samus activated her internal recorder. Shutting it off, she reached the end of the fourth hall her beam created. The ceiling was becoming lower and lower each time. She rolled into her morph ball form, rolling up to the edge of a wall. She bombed and rolled back, letting the tiny weapons explode. She rolled forward into the opening she made, blasting again. Light poured through, and she unrolled once the hole was large enough from the blast of falling cave ceiling.

“There’s the marking area, just over that forest area.” Samus looked at her map on the back of her wrist, a black and white screen nestled into her armor. The screen showed a grid with her destination and current location based on her ship’s satellite connection.
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Sorry, all. Accidentally posted this twice. Use this thread to comment, if possible. Working on getting the other thread deleted.