Porky slowly turned around, looking at the two intruders with an evil grin. A bit of his eyes could sort of be seen behind those locks of his. Those eyes of his were filled with spite and malicious intent. "I'm so glad you could join me, gentlemen," Porky said. Seeing where this would go, Porky pressed a button and the red eye turned off. The
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Porky's last words were absolutely one of the worst things he could have possibly said. He unknowingly just lit an already volatile powder keg, a conscious vein of Samus Aran that she was not a walking weapon, and she was never going to be. She was going to decide her own fate--not those that 'made' her, and especially not someone like Porky.
Falcon went completely unheard.
If there was any time for Samus to be more frightening than she was already, it was with the absolute hatred and almost demonic tone that she spoke to Porky in as she latched onto the front of the machine, "I'm not a weapon..." She smashed her free fist onto the glass capsule, causing a tiny crack. "I'm NOT A WEAPON." She slammed it down again, not breaking it but causing more spidering cracks to form and pushing the mech back a little... which was intimidating enough on it's own right since the capsule's glass was ridiculously thick and strong. Her last and final physical attack, she slammed the whip across the entire front face of the spider mech which pushed herself back, as she was trying to push the massive mech off the back end of the Flyer. "AND GET THE FUCK OFF THIS SHIP."
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