Post by xenomina on Dec 7, 2008 4:08:03 GMT -5
Space, a boundless eternity that wraps itself around planets and stars. A mystery to the stargazer, a sea to the pilot, space holds its own meanings to the beholder.
For Samus, space is a sanctuary above all things.
The small gunship came to a slow stop as it reached the outer orbit of her home world. In the distance, Samus could see several colonies making their own rotations around the planet. Putting the ship on standby, the hunter slumped in her chair, still whimpering somewhat from what had occurred almost an hour ago.
When Samus was first created in this world, she was made fully aware that she was a trophy copy of her original self. She had retained all the memories of her real half, and would consciously gain new ones as the other continued in her own adventures. Despite knowing that she was a copy, Samus had vowed to herself to retain the oath the Chozo Elder, Old Bird, had made her take in training so long ago.
One: Protect those who protect others.
Two: Protect those who can’t protect themselves.
Samus had kept to those oaths, even if she hadn’t technically sworn them herself. That’s why she did everything she could during the Subspace Crisis after retrieving her suit to help save This World from the clutches of Tabuu. That’s why her statue stood in front of Smash Hall...
Samus felt a pang in her heart as fresh memories resurfaced from her real self. Not too long before the Subspace incident, had she learned of another battle between her counterpart, and her arch enemy of the time, Dark Samus. It was in that adventure that she had to kill her fellow hunters in order to free them from the clutches of Dark Samus. She couldn’t save her friends; she was forced to kill them in order to save herself. Samus remembered how she had cried then, too. It was a distant sort or sadness though; for this had not happened to her directly, but to her other self, her true self. Nevertheless, she cried, she cried for both of them, feeling the echoes of sadness radiate from one soul to another.
In the stillness of space, Samus remembered then why she never made friends, why she always kept distance from others. Everyone her echo had known, everyone she had ever truly befriended had died. Her parents, killed by Ridley. A metroid she’d actually befriended went so far as to sacrifice itself for her just so she could defeat Mother Brain. And then…then she had to kill her friends with her own two hands. Though they did not act as such, she could see it in their eyes, they were pleading for release, for death, anything to stop the murder trail the phazon-induced control had put on them.
Samus had felt it too, every tear that fell from her real self, fell from her; so surreal, but still there, like a dream just under reality, too real to truly forget.
What Samus had felt today was nothing unlike anything she had ever felt before. In battle, she was always careful and calculating, making sure to stay away from risking innocent lives as much as possible during her countless missions. Then why had she done something so foolish as to fire the Zero Laser in the middle of a crowded city, on the steps of Smash Hall no less??!!??
Samus didn’t understand the meaning behind her own actions, despite the fact that she kept telling herself it was the will of Master Hand. She knew her creator would never allow her to do something so foolish unless there was a damn good reason for it. Though for the life of her, that “damn good reason” never came in her chain of thought.
Shifting her thoughts to something more logical, Samus focused once more to the slurry of emotions running through her head. Throughout the floods of sadness and self-hatred that were constantly crashing in her mind, another emotion emerged that seemed foreign to her, yet uncomfortably familiar.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Samus wondered if her echo felt the same emotions she did…
For Samus, space is a sanctuary above all things.
The small gunship came to a slow stop as it reached the outer orbit of her home world. In the distance, Samus could see several colonies making their own rotations around the planet. Putting the ship on standby, the hunter slumped in her chair, still whimpering somewhat from what had occurred almost an hour ago. When Samus was first created in this world, she was made fully aware that she was a trophy copy of her original self. She had retained all the memories of her real half, and would consciously gain new ones as the other continued in her own adventures. Despite knowing that she was a copy, Samus had vowed to herself to retain the oath the Chozo Elder, Old Bird, had made her take in training so long ago.
One: Protect those who protect others.
Two: Protect those who can’t protect themselves.
Samus had kept to those oaths, even if she hadn’t technically sworn them herself. That’s why she did everything she could during the Subspace Crisis after retrieving her suit to help save This World from the clutches of Tabuu. That’s why her statue stood in front of Smash Hall...
Samus felt a pang in her heart as fresh memories resurfaced from her real self. Not too long before the Subspace incident, had she learned of another battle between her counterpart, and her arch enemy of the time, Dark Samus. It was in that adventure that she had to kill her fellow hunters in order to free them from the clutches of Dark Samus. She couldn’t save her friends; she was forced to kill them in order to save herself. Samus remembered how she had cried then, too. It was a distant sort or sadness though; for this had not happened to her directly, but to her other self, her true self. Nevertheless, she cried, she cried for both of them, feeling the echoes of sadness radiate from one soul to another.
In the stillness of space, Samus remembered then why she never made friends, why she always kept distance from others. Everyone her echo had known, everyone she had ever truly befriended had died. Her parents, killed by Ridley. A metroid she’d actually befriended went so far as to sacrifice itself for her just so she could defeat Mother Brain. And then…then she had to kill her friends with her own two hands. Though they did not act as such, she could see it in their eyes, they were pleading for release, for death, anything to stop the murder trail the phazon-induced control had put on them.
Samus had felt it too, every tear that fell from her real self, fell from her; so surreal, but still there, like a dream just under reality, too real to truly forget.
What Samus had felt today was nothing unlike anything she had ever felt before. In battle, she was always careful and calculating, making sure to stay away from risking innocent lives as much as possible during her countless missions. Then why had she done something so foolish as to fire the Zero Laser in the middle of a crowded city, on the steps of Smash Hall no less??!!??
Samus didn’t understand the meaning behind her own actions, despite the fact that she kept telling herself it was the will of Master Hand. She knew her creator would never allow her to do something so foolish unless there was a damn good reason for it. Though for the life of her, that “damn good reason” never came in her chain of thought.
Shifting her thoughts to something more logical, Samus focused once more to the slurry of emotions running through her head. Throughout the floods of sadness and self-hatred that were constantly crashing in her mind, another emotion emerged that seemed foreign to her, yet uncomfortably familiar.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Samus wondered if her echo felt the same emotions she did…
With a silent nod, Samus summoned her Power Suit once more, immediately dialing coordinated into her ships navigational system. She had made her decision in a heartbeat, she would give the public what they wanted, nay, what they deserved- the truth of Samus Aran.