A collection of drabbles and Aparoidy memories [audio/narrations]
--PERSONAL DATA LOG 20XX03.01.027 SAMUS ARAN. RECORDING...--
Has it really been a year already? A year since that terrible aparoid invasion and all the fighting. I won't deny I often miss the action. It's what I do best.
I remember it all so clearly...
Jeff couldn't sleep that night, but that was alright, Samus couldn't either. They had both been hearing voices; distorted mental whispers of a shape shifting alien race hungry for assimilation drawing closer and closer to their fair school.
"If I had a mom I'd want her to be just as smart and pretty and cool as you are and I hope that's not too weird I'm sorry..." He eventually told her as he sat at her kitchen table, awkward and nearly stuttering over the confession.
Vague allusions, hints, embarrassing car ride discussions and plenty of jokes had been made regarding that... but that was the first time she had ever heard Jeff actually say that he looked to her like a mother... After being stunned into a small reflective silence, for a brief moment Samus, openly and without regret, she treated him like a son.
"Okay, so that means I get to go tuck you into bed now." Her son. Apparently her son was a spoiled son who seemed to warrant free head-rides to the couch. "Aww, don't you think I'm a little too ol-- ... weeell, I guess it's only fair. ...Mom."
The bounty hunter found it wasn't quite as bad, awkward or weird as they were both expecting. She carried him to her couch and set him down in a mass of blankets, taking care to remove his glasses in the process so they wouldn't be crushed. "You should get some sleep."
"Sorry again for waking you up." He apologized for probably the third or fourth time. "Um. Good night, Samus." And that was the first time Samus recalled feeling any anticipation for the bugs to arrive through the many days of previous preparation. If only so she could destroy them like any protective mother would.
"...Goodnight." Sleep came a little easier that night.
Seeing nearly two hundred kargoroks reinforcements fill the sky just a couple of days before the first wave of aparoids arrived was one thing... Seeing them all try to find a suitable perch was another. The school's roof simply could not contain all the beasts at once, lest the structure of the entire building bow under their weight, not unlike far too many pigeons trying to squeeze on one power line. The first kargorok Samus encountered near her gunship she was tempted to send a warning shot with her gun, despite it being an ally, but refrained.
She always had a certain reservation when it came to birds... most birds.
Samus was at first, completely torn between laughing her ass off and joining Falcon in his murderous rage when he discovered his own space ship flying over head seemingly of it's own accord without him in it. It didn't take him very long to convince her [numerous profanities included] to do the latter, as the ship seemed to be engaged in a battle with an all but too familiar space dragon. At least two of them.
Unfortunately they were only so fast, he could only chase his vehicle only so far. By the time they had arrived the aparoid Ridleys were already destroyed. Samus never even got a chance to land a single hit on one which left her feeling incredibly unfulfilled. Unfortunately for Falcon, it was all he could do to watch his own ship fly off into the sunset, and all he could do to watch the horror of Ganondorf and Rawk Hawk speed away in the Blue Falcon to act out whatever twisted sexual fantasies they had in mind. It was all Samus could do stand there and feel just as helpless as she was sure he was feeling. His ship was gone, and there wasn't a damn thing either of them could do about it. If her ship had gone rogue and done something like that...? How embarrassing that would be. She hoped she could express all that when she silently patted his shoulder.
The journey back was an incredibly heavy one [numerous profanities included]. At least there were still plenty of other aparoids around to take frustrations out on.
"Darkrai..." Samus mused aloud as she cut a path back to the school with a very tired Blacky nestled safely between her shoulder plate and neck. After encountering Vashta's true form for the first time, the bounty hunter wasn't sure what to think of it, if she was thinking anything beyond, "...such a waste of time..." No one was injured, no one was fighting, but the request to not fall asleep around Vashta was curious. Did she have some power to alter dreams? Did she live in them? The fact she was able to use telepathy was probably just the tip of the iceberg, not that that was terribly uncommon here. Was there a limit to what kind of strange powers these Pokemon creatures could have...? "I suppose you don't know what she meant by any of that, huh?" Samus ask to both the air and Blacky, well aware the other Pokemon could not reply in a manner should would understand. If she had an answer at all, that is.
The headsets everyone had worn during the event provided fairly easy communication between anyone who needed a helping hand, or just wanted some company during the carnage. Samus had at various intervals, found herself fighting along with Falcon. Although she remembered one instance in particular, in which the Captain seemed to fight with someone else over the headset more than the alien bugs themselves...
"I'm busy kicking ass with. Two...really hot women."
"...?" Samus paused temporarily, only hearing one side of that conversation. There were... no two really hot women anywhere nearby. Samus was in her Power Suit, and very unappealingly covered from head to toe in dead aparoid bits.
"NO. NOT THEM. WHY WOULD YOU EVEN EVER SUGGEST THEM, THAT'S GROSS. NOW YOU'RE JUST PROJECTING YOUR OWN SICK DESIRES ON ME." Ah, Goroh, she guessed. "SO AM I! I'm telling Lisa." A moment passed and Falcon resorted to some inarticulate grumbling. Had to be Goroh. Samus shook her head went back to shooting bugs.
"YEAH WELL. SO AM I. I said that already, didn't I." Falcon continued to bellow over the headset to his rival, and continued to sound like a stupid four year old boy having an argument with another stupid four year old boy. "I NEVER SAID THEY WERE. CLEARLY I WAS TALKING ABOUT ACTUAL HOT WOMEN. YOU NEED TO PAY ATTENTION WHEN I YELL AT YOU."
"...SAMUS AND... YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN. PRINCIA MISSES YOU, GOROH." Of course that got her attention. Samus lowered her arm canon and listened, while Falcon seemed too self absorbed to notice the fact she was listening. "I AM POSITIVE. A BILLION PERCENT POSITIVE."
It was rather amusing... "FUNNY YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD TALK ABOUT FLACCID." Very amusing. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Falcon finally seemed done with his childish bickering.
Samus burst into a small, dark laughter, with all intent to catch Falcon's attention. Once she had it... she promptly zapped him in the butt with the grapple beam. He of course, did not take kindly to the sudden and unexplained friendly fire, and especially not after that argument with Goroh.
"You're a terrible liar." Samus explained.
Stupid fourty year old boys.
It wasn't often that a battle against a floating dinosaur skull would result in a temporary partnership that involved another woman driving a motorcycle and another man using a gun. Well... a samurai sword, actually. Then again, a battle against a floating dinosaur skull wasn't exactly an often happening to begin with. It did however, end in victory. The other duo parted ways while Snake and Samus made their way back to the school, Samus hoping they'd actually have enough gas after the day's antics to make it back before nightfall.
"That woman with Goroh..." Snake muttered against her back.
"EVA?"
"There's something familiar about her."
"You know her, Snake?" Samus turned her head to the side towards her passenger.
"No. Just... something I can't put my finger on."
"She's blonde. Rides a bike. Decent with a gun." Samus made sure her points were emphasized very dryly with a tint of sarcasm, "Maybe we're long lost sisters."
"Hah. I don't know if that'd be a good thing or a bad thing, Sam."
"Probably both."
There is only one blank spot in my memory, or rather something fuzzy and translucent. Something horrible I'm not always sure if I'm reliving or simply dreaming...
"Two weeks of war--of death and destruction ...and I've never felt so alive." A voice echoed in her head as her eyelids fluttered open. Was it her own voice? Were her eyes even open? Was she still dreaming? Everything was so dark. "Gghnn." Her vocal chords worked... for the most. Samus raised her arm, reaching in the air for any kind of sign that she was not dead and instantly felt sore everywhere. She became aware of her own consciousness and aware of the numerous bandages around her body. What the hell happened? Her eyes began to adjust to the dark room, picking out the edges of the bed, the curtain, the IV needle stuck in her arm. Why was she in in a bed in the school's infirmary...? She rolled her head to the side of the pillow and was only able to stare out a dark window, barely making out the sounds of fighting still going on.
Fighting... It started to come back to her. Picking up Kyle and Falcon, the comedy of trying to squeeze three sweaty men on the back of her bike, Otacon and Rouge showing up in a tank and then... Psycho Mantis.
The more Samus recalled the events that happened after hearing the psychotic psychokinesis user's voice infiltrate her mind and control her body, the more she wished it were all just a bad dream, some terrible nightmare and not real. Loosing her mind, that laughter in her head, her body moving of it's own accord like a helpless puppet on strings, nearly killing everyone she cared about the most in the process... A real monster. Knocking her out came at the price of her Power Suit and REX's legs, but those could be rebuilt. There were more important things that could not be simply rebuilt...
Samus looked at her bandaged hand again, wondering how desperate and confusing things had gotten to the point no one was able bring her to her own gunship for recovery. Wondering who actually carried her all the way here and who stayed and who didn't. Who couldn't. How much she had hurt them... Now she laid alone and confined to an infirmary bed, unable to do anything more than stare out the window and brood with her own thoughts, all of them incredibly unpleasant. Samus didn't plan on staying here very long; She was effectively her own worst nightmare.
"I'm sorry." She breathed to no one in particular... and everyone all at once. To anyone who would listen...
...It was Friday the 13th when it ended.
--...END RECORDING.--
Has it really been a year already? A year since that terrible aparoid invasion and all the fighting. I won't deny I often miss the action. It's what I do best.
I remember it all so clearly...
Jeff couldn't sleep that night, but that was alright, Samus couldn't either. They had both been hearing voices; distorted mental whispers of a shape shifting alien race hungry for assimilation drawing closer and closer to their fair school.
"If I had a mom I'd want her to be just as smart and pretty and cool as you are and I hope that's not too weird I'm sorry..." He eventually told her as he sat at her kitchen table, awkward and nearly stuttering over the confession.
Vague allusions, hints, embarrassing car ride discussions and plenty of jokes had been made regarding that... but that was the first time she had ever heard Jeff actually say that he looked to her like a mother... After being stunned into a small reflective silence, for a brief moment Samus, openly and without regret, she treated him like a son.
"Okay, so that means I get to go tuck you into bed now." Her son. Apparently her son was a spoiled son who seemed to warrant free head-rides to the couch. "Aww, don't you think I'm a little too ol-- ... weeell, I guess it's only fair. ...Mom."
The bounty hunter found it wasn't quite as bad, awkward or weird as they were both expecting. She carried him to her couch and set him down in a mass of blankets, taking care to remove his glasses in the process so they wouldn't be crushed. "You should get some sleep."
"Sorry again for waking you up." He apologized for probably the third or fourth time. "Um. Good night, Samus." And that was the first time Samus recalled feeling any anticipation for the bugs to arrive through the many days of previous preparation. If only so she could destroy them like any protective mother would.
"...Goodnight." Sleep came a little easier that night.
Seeing nearly two hundred kargoroks reinforcements fill the sky just a couple of days before the first wave of aparoids arrived was one thing... Seeing them all try to find a suitable perch was another. The school's roof simply could not contain all the beasts at once, lest the structure of the entire building bow under their weight, not unlike far too many pigeons trying to squeeze on one power line. The first kargorok Samus encountered near her gunship she was tempted to send a warning shot with her gun, despite it being an ally, but refrained.
She always had a certain reservation when it came to birds... most birds.
Samus was at first, completely torn between laughing her ass off and joining Falcon in his murderous rage when he discovered his own space ship flying over head seemingly of it's own accord without him in it. It didn't take him very long to convince her [numerous profanities included] to do the latter, as the ship seemed to be engaged in a battle with an all but too familiar space dragon. At least two of them.
Unfortunately they were only so fast, he could only chase his vehicle only so far. By the time they had arrived the aparoid Ridleys were already destroyed. Samus never even got a chance to land a single hit on one which left her feeling incredibly unfulfilled. Unfortunately for Falcon, it was all he could do to watch his own ship fly off into the sunset, and all he could do to watch the horror of Ganondorf and Rawk Hawk speed away in the Blue Falcon to act out whatever twisted sexual fantasies they had in mind. It was all Samus could do stand there and feel just as helpless as she was sure he was feeling. His ship was gone, and there wasn't a damn thing either of them could do about it. If her ship had gone rogue and done something like that...? How embarrassing that would be. She hoped she could express all that when she silently patted his shoulder.
The journey back was an incredibly heavy one [numerous profanities included]. At least there were still plenty of other aparoids around to take frustrations out on.
"Darkrai..." Samus mused aloud as she cut a path back to the school with a very tired Blacky nestled safely between her shoulder plate and neck. After encountering Vashta's true form for the first time, the bounty hunter wasn't sure what to think of it, if she was thinking anything beyond, "...such a waste of time..." No one was injured, no one was fighting, but the request to not fall asleep around Vashta was curious. Did she have some power to alter dreams? Did she live in them? The fact she was able to use telepathy was probably just the tip of the iceberg, not that that was terribly uncommon here. Was there a limit to what kind of strange powers these Pokemon creatures could have...? "I suppose you don't know what she meant by any of that, huh?" Samus ask to both the air and Blacky, well aware the other Pokemon could not reply in a manner should would understand. If she had an answer at all, that is.
The headsets everyone had worn during the event provided fairly easy communication between anyone who needed a helping hand, or just wanted some company during the carnage. Samus had at various intervals, found herself fighting along with Falcon. Although she remembered one instance in particular, in which the Captain seemed to fight with someone else over the headset more than the alien bugs themselves...
"I'm busy kicking ass with. Two...really hot women."
"...?" Samus paused temporarily, only hearing one side of that conversation. There were... no two really hot women anywhere nearby. Samus was in her Power Suit, and very unappealingly covered from head to toe in dead aparoid bits.
"NO. NOT THEM. WHY WOULD YOU EVEN EVER SUGGEST THEM, THAT'S GROSS. NOW YOU'RE JUST PROJECTING YOUR OWN SICK DESIRES ON ME." Ah, Goroh, she guessed. "SO AM I! I'm telling Lisa." A moment passed and Falcon resorted to some inarticulate grumbling. Had to be Goroh. Samus shook her head went back to shooting bugs.
"YEAH WELL. SO AM I. I said that already, didn't I." Falcon continued to bellow over the headset to his rival, and continued to sound like a stupid four year old boy having an argument with another stupid four year old boy. "I NEVER SAID THEY WERE. CLEARLY I WAS TALKING ABOUT ACTUAL HOT WOMEN. YOU NEED TO PAY ATTENTION WHEN I YELL AT YOU."
"...SAMUS AND... YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN. PRINCIA MISSES YOU, GOROH." Of course that got her attention. Samus lowered her arm canon and listened, while Falcon seemed too self absorbed to notice the fact she was listening. "I AM POSITIVE. A BILLION PERCENT POSITIVE."
It was rather amusing... "FUNNY YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD TALK ABOUT FLACCID." Very amusing. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Falcon finally seemed done with his childish bickering.
Samus burst into a small, dark laughter, with all intent to catch Falcon's attention. Once she had it... she promptly zapped him in the butt with the grapple beam. He of course, did not take kindly to the sudden and unexplained friendly fire, and especially not after that argument with Goroh.
"You're a terrible liar." Samus explained.
Stupid fourty year old boys.
It wasn't often that a battle against a floating dinosaur skull would result in a temporary partnership that involved another woman driving a motorcycle and another man using a gun. Well... a samurai sword, actually. Then again, a battle against a floating dinosaur skull wasn't exactly an often happening to begin with. It did however, end in victory. The other duo parted ways while Snake and Samus made their way back to the school, Samus hoping they'd actually have enough gas after the day's antics to make it back before nightfall.
"That woman with Goroh..." Snake muttered against her back.
"EVA?"
"There's something familiar about her."
"You know her, Snake?" Samus turned her head to the side towards her passenger.
"No. Just... something I can't put my finger on."
"She's blonde. Rides a bike. Decent with a gun." Samus made sure her points were emphasized very dryly with a tint of sarcasm, "Maybe we're long lost sisters."
"Hah. I don't know if that'd be a good thing or a bad thing, Sam."
"Probably both."
There is only one blank spot in my memory, or rather something fuzzy and translucent. Something horrible I'm not always sure if I'm reliving or simply dreaming...
"Two weeks of war--of death and destruction ...and I've never felt so alive." A voice echoed in her head as her eyelids fluttered open. Was it her own voice? Were her eyes even open? Was she still dreaming? Everything was so dark. "Gghnn." Her vocal chords worked... for the most. Samus raised her arm, reaching in the air for any kind of sign that she was not dead and instantly felt sore everywhere. She became aware of her own consciousness and aware of the numerous bandages around her body. What the hell happened? Her eyes began to adjust to the dark room, picking out the edges of the bed, the curtain, the IV needle stuck in her arm. Why was she in in a bed in the school's infirmary...? She rolled her head to the side of the pillow and was only able to stare out a dark window, barely making out the sounds of fighting still going on.
Fighting... It started to come back to her. Picking up Kyle and Falcon, the comedy of trying to squeeze three sweaty men on the back of her bike, Otacon and Rouge showing up in a tank and then... Psycho Mantis.
The more Samus recalled the events that happened after hearing the psychotic psychokinesis user's voice infiltrate her mind and control her body, the more she wished it were all just a bad dream, some terrible nightmare and not real. Loosing her mind, that laughter in her head, her body moving of it's own accord like a helpless puppet on strings, nearly killing everyone she cared about the most in the process... A real monster. Knocking her out came at the price of her Power Suit and REX's legs, but those could be rebuilt. There were more important things that could not be simply rebuilt...
Samus looked at her bandaged hand again, wondering how desperate and confusing things had gotten to the point no one was able bring her to her own gunship for recovery. Wondering who actually carried her all the way here and who stayed and who didn't. Who couldn't. How much she had hurt them... Now she laid alone and confined to an infirmary bed, unable to do anything more than stare out the window and brood with her own thoughts, all of them incredibly unpleasant. Samus didn't plan on staying here very long; She was effectively her own worst nightmare.
"I'm sorry." She breathed to no one in particular... and everyone all at once. To anyone who would listen...
...It was Friday the 13th when it ended.
--...END RECORDING.--