Samus spit water from her mouth, and attempted to shield her eyes from the warm water Elizabeth was pouring over her hair. After entering her quarters, Elizabeth had run a warm bath for Samus. When Samus had realized what she had intended to do she had struggled valiantly, but ultimately could not resist. She had simply turned Samus’ Zero suit upside down, and bounced it like a person trying to get a pillow out of a pillowcase, until Samus plopped into the bath. She had struggled at first protesting loudly that she did not want to “take a stewpid baff!” Now that she was in it, the warm water seemed to revive her. It felt good, and washed off much of the Chronotroid slime.
“I can wawsh mysewf…” Samus grumbled angrily through bubbles as her mouth was half submerged under the water.
“No, just…let me do it for you sweetie.” Elizabeth’s voice seemed maternal and slightly protective. Samus wondered what it was about this woman. She seemed so protective of her now, and almost as if she was saddened when Samus resisted.
“Ima big girl.” Samus informed Elizabeth, before she blew more bubbles under the water in frustration.
Elizabeth laughed, and continued to wash the little bounty Hunter. “I know you were. However, for now you’re not and I want to make sure you are nice and clean.” She poured more water over Samus’ head and the little blonde bounty hunter grit her teeth. Then Samus suddenly yelped, and began rubbing her eyes.
“OH! Are you alright Samus?” Elisabeth asked, grabbing a towel and washing the water from Samus’ face. “I didn’t mean to get any in your eyes! Please don’t be upset. I’m so sorry!” Her concern bordered on panic and it surprised Samus more than getting soap in her eye. Elizabeth looked at her frowning. “Are you o.k.?”
Samus nodded with the enthusiasm that only a child could muster and blinked her big blue eyes to clear them. “Ima fine.” She grumbled. When she stopped blinking, she saw that Elizabeth once again had the look on her face that showed she was in awe of how cute Samus was.
“Can I get owt now pwease?” Samus muttered, trying not to look any cuter to her confusing captor.
“Just a little more, o.k.?” Came Elizabeth’s soft reply.
Samus could not tell what it was, but even before she had been swallowed, something about Elizabeth seemed odd, perhaps innocent, despite her having killed those federation officers. It was like something in her head was crossed, or wired intentionally. Perhaps if she played along, she could figure out what was going on with her. Frowning, Samus nodded again, and continued getting washed.
“NUH UH! I’m not gunna do it!” Samus proclaimed. She stood in Elizabeth’s room, wrapped in the towel, which on her was like a ball gown. Her arms were crossed and she wore an angry expression. Before her, Elizabeth had pulled some clothes out for the pint sized little hunter to wear and they were anything but acceptable to Samus. They consisted of a tiny pair of pink ruffled panties, a short blue dress with a little chibi Metroids pattern on the skirt and little shiny blue shoes shaped to look like her power armor’s boots. Also Elizabeth had in her preparations prepared a little “S” logo on a band to put Samus’ hair up into her trade mark ponytail. Samus shook her head, and turned her back to Elizabeth.
“Why not?” Elizabeth asked playfully. “They would look cute on you.”
Samus whirled back around. “Ima not kewt!!! Ima bownty hunta!” She turned back away from Elizabeth. “Im not gunna weaw em!”
Elizabeth scooted closer and Samus turned back to face her. “Please Samus. Your blue suit is washing over there, see?” she said pointing to a device which was now sterilizing Samus’ suit of the toxin and slime. “You cannot walk around naked, or in a towel. It’s not proper, so come here and I will dress you.”
“No.” Samus proclaimed, but Elizabeth reached out and grabbed her by the leg. “NO! No!” Samus yelled in an almost bratty tone. However Elizabeth remained calm and pulled her up by her feet, the towel falling to the floor. Before Samus could react to how fast she had been grabbed she had been squeezed into the frilly panties and the dress came down over her head. She muttered and growled as Elizabeth wove her arms through the sleeves and her tiny head popped out the top of the adorable dress. She stared down in muted mortification at the outfit she was wearing. She wished she could activate her power suit and tear this little dress apart. She tried, but just as before nothing happened. However she still could not sense her suit and she resisted showing any sign that she had just tried to activate it. The toxin had to wear off eventually, so she would just play for time. Next came the little boots, and the hair piece, completing Samus’ transport to childhood hell.
Elizabeth gasped, and cooed at her. “Ooooh you are just too precious. Here look at how cute you are.” She turned Samus to look in the mirror and Samus scowled at herself. She looked for the entire world like a 4 year old little “Disney princess” mockup of her former self, and she wanted to throw up. “Oh, don’t look so upset. You are adorable!”
Just then Samus heard a slight rumble come up from her stomach, and her little face went white with embarrassment. She was hungry and she had not even realized it until now. She hoped that Elizabeth had not heard it, but she had heard and was now smiling.
“Is my little hunter hungry!?” She exclaimed with a broad smile.
“Die you bith!” Samus squeaked.
“Bad girl! We don’t talk that way!” Elizabeth scolded her for her attempt at using foul language, but quickly scooped her up and placed her at the table. “I have just the thing for you!” She announced.
She reached into the food storage vault and retrieved a plate which she warmed in a small cooking engine. Samus could smell the food and was not sure what it was, but her little stomach rumbled just the same. She flushed with embarrassment at her body acting like it was that of a hungry little child, but after all that’s what she was. She gripped a spoon angrily and glared at her little booted feet, her cheeks reddening at her humiliation. The plate was then placed before her and her mouth dropped open. This was too much! She was about to explode from childish frustration at what she saw.
On the plate was a warm sandwich of peanut butter and jelly, shaped like a Metroid, hovering over a space pirate made of applesauce and carrots with a pea for its eye. Next to it Elizabeth placed a glass of milk, before stepping back and smiling like a proud mother.
“I do hope you like it! I made it special just for you!”
Samus stared at the plate, then at her captor, back to the plate, and then back to Elizabeth. A cold expression crept over her face. “Ima gonna kiww yew wen I get bak to noma. Yew no dat wight?” she said with all of the menace her four year old body could muster.
Elizabeth smiled, and nodded. “Yes sweetie. I know you are. Now eat up before it gets cold!”
Samus wanted to leap across the table and stick the spoon up Elizabeth’s butt… Still the food smelled too good to ignore. With a sigh of incredible exasperation Samus began to eat the food, slowly at first, but them with all the vigor of a hungry child. She began to scarf down the sandwich, and gulp the milk as quickly as she could.
Elizabeth squealed again. “Honey? Do you like it?”
“Fug yoo?” Samus said with a mouth full of peanut butter and Jelly.
An hour later, Samus lay in bed, wearing a blue pair of pajamas that resembled her Zero suit. She was thinking of ways to kill a woman with blue pajamas, but that was getting harder. She was full, tired and humiliated. However she had been watching her captor for any info she could use against her. So far nothing and now she was trapped. Elizabeth lay next to her, cradling her like she was really her own little girl. If she attempted to get up, she would surely rouse the attentive mother which she had now acquired. So she lay in the bed, wondering if this was what life would be like from now on and she grimaced.
“WARNING! TEMPORAL ANNOMALY DETECTED. ANOMALY BELIEVED TO BE A FOCUSED QUANTUM SINGULARITY. ADVISE CAUTION.” She jumped at the sudden internal warning.
“What now.” She muttered. This stupid thing was probably just reading another Chronotroid, feeding on something. “Damn.” She thought. Am I going to have to lay here and listen to my suit chirp all night?”
The thought had barely passed, when she realized and what had just happened.
“My suit!” She realized. “It’s back online!”
A quick glance at Elizabeth, and Samus immediately had a plan. If she activated her suit here it would wake her, so Samus needed to be clever. Samus started to get up, when Elizabeth stopped her.
“What’s wrong sweetie?”
Samus placed her hands behind her bottom and whimpered “I gotta go!”
After a second, Elizabeth smiled and walked her to the bathroom. Once inside Samus closed the door.
“Make it quick sweetie, It’s sleepy time.” Came Elizabeth’s voice through the door.
“Ok.” Samus muttered in a sleepy and grumpy tone.
Activating the eye piece she used with her Zero suit, the device appeared and clung to the side of her face. “System Access online.” she thought to the computer.
“System Standing By” looking nearby Samus could see an access computer that would tie into the ships main system.
“Scan access port.”
“Scanning…” She waited for the computer to uplink to the system. “System accessed.”
“Access this vessel’s mainframe.”
“Accessing… Access achieved.”
“Download personnel file on Elizabeth Gilmore.”
The computer downloaded the file from Alpha’s personal system and displayed it. After only a few moments glancing through the personnel file, Samus began to understand Elizabeth’s strange behavior. She had been one of the scientists who were working on the Metroid program for the Galactic Federation, when the Zebesian pirates attacked the station to steal the Metroids. She was almost killed and her daughter age 5 named Hannah had been killed in the attack. What she read next froze her. When she brought up Hannah Gilmore’s profile her photo revealed her as a cute little blonde girl with a tiny ponytail, and a spackling of light freckles upon her face. Her cause of death was flashing under her photograph, and it made Samus shudder.
“Subject was in civilian bunker 23-B, when breach was made by Zebesian Pirate Entity designated “Ridley”. Death caused by severe blunt force trauma, and three large lacerations across the subject’s face and upper torso.”
Samus wanted to vomit. How many lives had that monster ruined? In so many ways she had stood in little Hannah’s place so many years before. Fate however had smiled on Samus, allowing her to live. If only she could have let Hannah know that Samus had avenged herself upon Ridley and little Hannah’s death as well without ever knowing.
“Shadow file detected in this profile.” Her suit suddenly chimed. As the name implied, Shadow files were hidden documents, often used by an administrator to keep private details from employee access. Normally these were hard to find, but the Chozo who had constructed her suit were masters of programming and artificial intelligence, as the bio-computer Mother Brain had been living proof. The suit was able to identify and decrypt it in a matter of seconds. Samus was not surprised that Alpha had shadow files on each of her employees, as the woman was notoriously untrustworthy; known for killing her own allies and employees. As Samus opened the file, it was a letter sent from an unidentified official at Delta addressed to Alpha from several months ago. It read:
I have dispatched my secretary Elizabeth Gilmore for the infiltration component of this mission. She is against the mission, forcing me to abduct her and send her in secret to you. Though she refused to participate in the mission, the cerebral conditioning I have subjected her to will make her obey every order you give. Her credentials will have been forged and official documents will arrive one week before she is scheduled to be on the station, ensuring that the Federation officials will accept her for the position. Be sure you command her to follow the plan and not divulge in anyway details of her mission, until you have arrived. Her conditioning was very in depth and will prevent her from finding any way of working around the conditioned orders. You should find her useful. Kill her when you have completed the mission.
Command words to issue orders to subject
Panacea: Causes her to enter a standby state in which orders can be given.
Miasma: Cause her to exit standby state, and execute orders.
Apothecary: Cause her to lose previous commands, and become unconscious.
Samus realized what was happening now and Elizabeth was not a murderer at all. Rather she was just a pawn, to be disposed of when this was all over. She wanted punch someone, but just then Elizabeth tapped on the door.
“Sweetie? Are you done yet?” Her voice seemed tired.
Samus flushed the toilet and deactivated her eyepiece. Stepping out she looked up at Elizabeth and stared for a moment. She had a plan, and now she needed to put it into motion.
“Little Samus?” Elizabeth asked.
Samus looked for a moment further, making sure this was how she wanted to handle this. Then she committed in her mind and spoke a single word.
As the two mercenaries guarding the cargo deck were engaged in a rousing game of “who would you rather do”, they were surprised when just as they said her name, Elizabeth entered in her sleep wear and smiled to them both. This was a shock and a pleasant surprise as both men had been considering her attractiveness and stood up to greet her.
“Ma’am? Can I help you?” asked the first Mercenary.
“Sure.” She said in a playful tone. “I can’t sleep, and wanted some company. Any takers?”
Both men felt a rush of excitement, but the harsh and brutal training Alpha had subjected every member of her crew to, ensured that this excitement was tempered. After all this was just a little too perfect.
“What’s really going on here?” The second man asked, as he gripped his auto shotgun.
“What, nothing!?” Elizabeth laughed as she spoke. “I am just bored and wanted someone to play with.”
Both men looked at each other and neither was buying it. This was just a little too suspicious and the first guard leveled his shotgun towards Elizabeth.
“Hands up!” commanded the first guard.
Elizabeth jumped back startled and put her hands up and started to plead. “Guys, this really isn’t…”
The second guard lunged for her, and grabbed her by the wrist. “Stand still!” he ordered. He pointed back to the first guard. “Better call this in.”
The first guard nodded, reached for the com-link in his belt and suddenly flew forward as he was struck from behind by a small figure. He tumbled into a stack of crates, his face smashing into a latch and he slumped to the floor unconscious. The second guard jumped back in surprise, and turned to face what had slammed his companion, stopping in shock as he caught sight of their attacker.
Standing where his associate had just been was a little girl, with a tiny blonde ponytail, wearing an odd small suit of armor that closely resembled the pictures he had seen of Samus Aran’s suit. It wrapped tightly around her torso, covered her feet with small but still oversized boots, covered her shoulders and arms, and left her abdomen and legs covered only by the loose blue latex like fabric he had seen Samus wear under her suit before. The little figure turned to face him, and leveled an oversized green arm blaster at his face. Then he realized that this was no imposter, but actually the same little girl that he had seen Elizabeth pull out of the egg earlier that day. This was Samus after all.
“Damn…” He muttered.
The little girl smiled with childish pride. “Bet yew did not know that I can tuwn on pawts of my sewt, and adjust theiw size too?” She asked with a pronounced lisp of a young child
Before he could answer, Elizabeth shoved him away from her; the little blonde girl leapt forward and smashed him square in the face with a boot. Everything went dark.
Samus slammed the canister closed and locked the panel from the outside. Both guards were unconscious and bound so they would not be getting out soon. Elizabeth looked at her from the small portal window of the canister and Samus smiled at her. She hoped that her command to have her stay in the canister and keep the guards quiet would also keep her safe. The next part of the plan would be risky and if she messed it up she could end up wearing diapers, sleeping in a womb, or going back so far that she would become nothing but an unfertilized egg. Her childish mind ran a little rampant and she imagined her body growing backwards into that of a baby, then a fetus, and finally her Zero Suit floating loose and empty in an egg filled with nothing but amniotic fluid. A horrible and humiliating ending, causing her to turn red with embarrassment.
She shook that thought from her head, and turned to face the other four canisters. Each one was sealed, containing a mature Chronotroid, which continued to growl and shuffle about as they inspected their prison for an escape route. She climbed atop a stack of crates to a position where she would be hidden and armed her missile attachment. She locked on to each of the metallic restraints, set her missiles to high heat and fired. With a terrific series of explosions she was sure the crew would hear each lock was smashed open as the missiles released a wave of thermal energy, causing the metal to become molten. Each restraint slowly melted, dripping onto the floor and several voices raised in alarm began to draw closer. With a pound, and then a creak of metal the closest canister door swung outward, revealing a hulking Chronotroid which stalked forward like a lion. The others soon followed and turned to face the hanger access as the voices of mercenaries could be heard on the other side.
Seeing and hearing this, Samus ducked out of sight, just as a female mercenary charged into the hanger, was pounced upon before she could stop, was striped by lashing tendrils, and swallowed like an anemone swallows a fish, screaming the whole time. The other Chronotroids lunged forward and an eruption of staccato roars and gunfire filled the hanger. Samus turned, accessed the main system and began unlocking doors towards the bridge. If this was going to work she was going to have to make sure that these things went where she needed them too. Following the retreating mercenaries, who were suddenly and surprisingly locked in by the ships systems, the Chronotroids barreled down the corridors. As they went they continued pouncing and swallowing “prey” as if starved to the point of madness. All they left in their wake was piles of discarded weapons, uniforms, underwear, and green egg sacs filled with adults who were on their way back to being teens or younger.
A loud chime woke Alpha from a deep sleep, causing her to roll her naked body over sharply, as she smashed the intercom button over her bunk.
“This had better be important or someone is going to die.” She growled as she sat up.
“Boss we got a problem!” Came her executive officer’s voice. “Someone just melted the restraining bolts on the Chronotroid canisters, and several of the bastards are loose on deck four!”
Without a word Alpha leapt to her feet, grabbing her rifle and her underwear, her curvy and toned body jiggling in the motion. She was seeing red and someone was going to die for this screw up. Alpha was going to kill them personally. Pulling her panties up and her tank top over her tanned skin, she rushed out her bunk door. When she arrived at the bridge, her Executive officer was screaming orders over the com-link and arguing with a frantic voice on the other end. As she reached the Ex-O she could hear the voice at the other end cut off by gunfire and a motor like roar. The officer turned to face her with a shocked look on his face. She slammed her fist into his jaw and then roared to the bridge crew.
“Seal off the bridge! Decompress the rest of the ship! Blow these bastards out into space”
Her Ex-O stood, wiping blood from his face. “We would kill all the crew if we did that!” he yelled.
She pointed the rifle in his face. “Them, or you Tyler.” She growled.
Before either could react, a young black woman, the science officer interrupted. “Ma’am we can’t! Someone is overriding main control of the ships systems!”
‘Then override it manually!” She barked looking own to the officer.
“If we do that we have to shut down all systems for at least five minutes, we’ll be helpless…” argued the Ex-O, just before Alpha blew his skull out through the back of his head. His body slumped to the floor, and she pointed the rifle to the science officer.
“Do it!” She ordered. The science officer did as she was told and with the pull of several heavy levers beneath the console, initiated the manual override. With a dull hum, the ships systems shut down in a cascade, leaving the bridge in silence; only red emergency lights flickering overhead. In the distance the only sound that could be heard was that of gunfire, alien roars, and the muffled screams of Alpha’s crew.
Alpha seethed. It had to be that little bounty hunter brat. She cursed herself for not killing her sooner. “Form a battle line at the seal! No one or thing gets in here!” Her crew responded, grabbing rifles and forming a line aimed outward at the bridge seal. Alpha stepped back, and reloaded her weapon with a cruel grin. If that blonde brat thought this would be that simple, she was wrong.
From the air vent overhead Samus heard Alpha issue the order to form a battle line. The Mercenary was tough and she thought like a soldier. Samus however was a hunter and she thought like a predator. Alpha had fallen for the bait and now was time for Samus to finish this. Using her uplink she activated her ship, which the mercenaries had stored it in the same hanger as the Chronotroids. Brining its systems online, she ordered it to enter stand-by mode. She then used the link to open the canister that Elizabeth was in. As it opened, Elizabeth acted as she had been ordered, and rushed up the side of her waiting patrol ship and slid inside.
“Gotta make this look good.” Samus thought. Using the auto pilot, she had the ship exit the Hanger by blasting through the main bay door and rush out before the emergency seal closed to prevent decompression. Alphas ship bucked softly as the yellow craft blasted its way through and she could hear Alpha demand to know what that was. This was it, show time.
The ship began to buck again and again from impacts as Samus’ patrol craft flew the length and breadth of the ship, using its cluster missiles to destroy the vessels armament. Then with a loud hard bang the ship pitched to the side. Samus had just ordered her vessel to disable the thruster assembly aft of the ship, thus preventing any maneuvering or escape. The hard pitch caused Alpha and her soldiers to fall to the right, slamming into walls and bulkheads, as several were knocked unconscious or worse. Alpha herself was thrown over a railing and now held on with sheer will, as her rifle clattered away.
Acting as her instincts directed Samus kicked down and dove into the bridge, landing atop several of the crew as they attempted to right themselves. The crew collapsed again into a heap and Samus released the static build up from the suits core, releasing a bolt of electricity into the heap. Alpha’s crew screamed and wailed as the electricity rendered them unconscious. Samus leapt forward towards the command platform as Alpha righted herself and looked in disbelief at the pint sized bounty hunter now aiming an Arm Blaster at her.
“Give it up wady!” Samus ordered “O I wiww stun you too!”
For an instant Alpha looked genuinely surprised, before she started laughing out loud. Samus grit her teeth. And her nose wrinkled as she felt intense anger and humiliation rise within her.
“Shut up!” Samus yelled in a petulant tone.
Alpha slowed her laughter and opened a palm towards Samus, a few tears in her eyes. “Sorry short stuff, but you have to admit… you really aren’t too impressive right now.” Samus gripped her hand around the firing mechanism as she felt herself losing her cool. “Oh, I am sorry little sprout.” Alpha continued, “I could get you a juice box if it will help you calm down?” Alpha slapped her hands down on her hips “Or maybe you need a nap?” With lightening reflexes, Alpha pulled the pistol from her side and fired point blank at Samus, emptying the clip as fast as she could. Samus saw it coming and activated her high jump boots, shooting to the celling out of the fire, where she shot back at Alpha. Alpha dodged to the side, and landed behind the communications console where she reloaded her pistol, and laughed again.
“Oh I am sorry; I did not mean to insult your little ass!” Alpha rose and fired another volley towards Samus as she landed, several shots ricocheting off her shoulder plates. “Perhaps you need a bottle, or your diaper changed?”
With that Samus launched a missile at the console, Alpha diving away as the missile turned the console into a twisted wreck of metal. Alpha scrambled on all fours towards the nearest bulkhead and hurled a black object at Samus. “Here, have a time out kid!” Alpha mocked. Realizing it was a grenade; Samus fired her grappling beam at it and with great force swung it back at Alpha. It exploded before it got there, sending Hunter and Soldier alike diving away. Alpha laughed again as she landed near her rifle, snatching it up and turning back to Samus. Samus saw this and dove behind the command chair as a hail of magnetized bullets showered around her.
Over the roar Alpha laughed mockingly and advanced feeling she had the advantage. “You know, maybe I won’t kill you! Maybe I will stuff your little ass back into one of those monsters, and then tape you going all the way back to whatever happens when you stay in there too long!” She continued advancing. “Then I can watch it on fast forward again, and again. Watch the mighty Samus Aran be killed in the most pathetic and humiliating way possible! HOW DOES THAT SOUND YOU LITTLE BITCH!”
With that Alpha charged into the chair, smashing it aside and aiming her rifle to where Samus had been. However Samus was not there. Instead a glowing orb remained that was starting to blink very fast and a strange orange ball which rolled away at high speed. “SHIT!” screamed Alpha as the bomb exploded, her weapon taking the brunt of the blast, as she and it were blown back. She landed hard and struggled to catch her breath. Her vision caught movement as the little orb was coming back towards her, with an orange glow trailing behind it. Instincts telling her to get up as fast as she could, Alpha leapt up, her ears ringing and her head spinning. A blast landed between her legs, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. Samus was at almost point blank range, aiming her arm blaster at Alpha’s stomach.
“I sed… give it up wady… ow ewse I wiww shoot you ded!” Samus growled.
Alpha started to raise her hands over her head, but suddenly her eye emitted a blast of white light. Samus’s visor caught it in time to keep her from being blinded, but her vision was blurred. Alpha slammed into the little hunter, her knee landing in Samus’ unprotected stomach. Samus lurched back, and ducked under Alpha’s high kick. Alpha tried again but Samus suddenly dropped down, rolling with an orange flash into the same orange Spherical form, which bounced up into Alpha’s chest like a kick itself. With a yelp, Alpha fell back, but as Samus unrolled from the Power ball she could see Alpha pulling a pin from another grenade. With a huff of anger Alpha threw the Grenade past her towards the unconscious crew.
In an instant Samus rerolled herself into the power ball, bounced up into Alpha’s side sending her sprawling and rushed towards the grenade. Alpha recovered from the hit by rolling towards the seal, past her fallen soldier and into the depths of the ship. Samus reached the grenade and rolled atop it, putting herself between the unconscious crew. With a blast that resounded through the hall, the grenade went up and Samus felt the pressure pass through her little body. However her suit had been designed to deploy explosives in the form and easily withstood the blast, protecting the crew at the same time. Samus deactivated the Power ball, just as the power flicked back on, and the ship came back online. She ran to the console and sealed the door to the bridge, before bringing the ship back under her control. Looking at the security system she could see Alpha moving towards the hanger.
“Good…” Samus thought to herself.
As Alpha neared the hanger, her body was slick with sweat and adrenaline filled her body. She was almost there! Once she reached the hanger she could escape and blow the ship apart. However she rounded the corner and found the hatch sealed, a decompression warning flashing on the console.
“Damn it!” she screamed. She ran to the starboard corridor, to reach the armory, passing egg sacs filled with regressing members of her crew. She reached the armory and began to retrieve a large caliber anti-tank cannon from the lock box inside the armory. A low vibrating click droned from her right side and the violent mercenary slowed down to a crawl.
With a strange sort of shock, she turned almost in slow motion, and faced the sound. The very same Chronotroid which had swallowed Samus earlier stared with a predatory gleam at Alpha’s now seemingly tiny, almost naked form. It loomed over her and she slowly dropped the weapon, understanding there was no way she could raise it to fire before it pounced.
“A11… stay back…” She whispered, fear consuming her voice.
The tentacles descended from the great maw of the creature, slid across her skin, stripped her garments from her and she was swallowed naked with a hard chugging motion that lasted only three or four seconds. Though no one was there to see it, the last anyone saw of the ruthless mercenary was her naked bottom and legs kicking in the air before she slid like a sweaty and toned noodle into the mouth of a much more dangerous predator. Though she did not know this now or even later, the next sensation she would feel would come from the Federation decontamination team that would find her egg and remove her from it. As a newborn she would squeal and scream, as the medic team wiped her body clean, diapered her and placed a warm nutrient feed into her mouth. She would have no memory of this humiliating defeat, and start a new life adopted by a much more caring family, who would do their best to set her on a right path.
Samus sat in the bridge, sighing impatiently and reading her suit’s HUD.
Neutralization of toxin… 90% complete.
She hissed, wishing her suits healing abilities would work faster. She had been able to program the system to repair the damage done by the Chronotroids as she waited for her body to return to normal. Less than an hour into her wait a Federation Strike team had arrived and boarded the ship. Now they moved around the bridge of Alpha’s ship, repairing what they could and taking Alpha’s soldiers into custody. She had provided them with recordings, files and security date, bringing them up to date with all that had happened. She had also provided them with the unfortunate news that all of the Chronotroids had been blown out into space by Alpha. She had done this herself, but she figured blaming the newborn mercenary would be a believable story.
The commanding officer was amazed at her courage and strength, but furious that she knew about the now failed project. A few of the Federation soldiers had snickered upon seeing her, but none of them snickered when she presented her “bill” and what a bill it was. It was nearly ten times what she had made on the Mazar mission. This was unacceptable to the officer. He had been sent to recover the Chronotroids and now an outsider, a dangerous one at that knew of their existence. The beasts were gone and he was presented with an outrageous bill. He had his orders to at least keep this a secret and was not about to disobey. The commanding officer had been about to issue orders to have Samus detained, when her suit suddenly chimed.
Neutralization of Toxin Complete…
Samus suddenly grew to full height, her body shrouded in the enfolding and shifting plates of her armor. Now she towered over him a figure of power and metal, causing his soldiers to back away.
“Do we have a deal? Or do I have to get rough with you too?” Samus said dryly. “Because when I am done squishing you, I can send this data out over the net for the whooole galaxy to see.”
After a long and terribly uncomfortable silence, the officer paid the bill…
As Samus flew away in her patrol craft she smiled to herself, glancing back at the sleeping form behind her. Elizabeth was out cold, ordered by Samus to sleep for now. She was not sure what to do, but she knew she had to keep the woman hidden. At least until Samus tracked down her employer and made the bastard pay.
She set course for the Galactic Federation’s capital. It was such a busy world she could easily hide Elizabeth there and most likely find someone who could undo the conditioning inflicted upon her. Elizabeth had been a victim just like her, suffering at the hands of the space pirates. However unlike Samus Elizabeth had lost her child. Samus had first lost her family, then she lost in a sense her own child. She had lost the little baby Metroid, which had followed her like she was its mother. She had seen it twisted by Mother Brain and then killed after saving her life from the cruel pirate leader. She understood Elizabeth’s pain and would see the woman given some peace. She stood up and walked over to Elizabeth, pulling something she had made for herself recently from an alcove near her bed.
She lifted Elizabeth’s arm and placed the item in her hands. Elizabeth smiled softly and squeezed the small plush Metroid Samus had sown for her own comfort after losing the baby. Elizabeth was smiling now, squeezing the stuffed toy tightly.
“It’s a tough universe.” She said quietly. “If you can just stay strong, you’ll get through it.”