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Ride the Lightning
*Samus settled into her ship's seat with a sigh, setting her helmet aside and prodding the craft into motion. She ached, and a burning itch was spreading along her cheek and one side of her nose--she'd seen the veins of phazon corruption reflected in her visor. Realization struck like a blow: the LOL that had turned everyone into their worst enemy ( Read more... ) -
Reporting En Route
This is Hunter Aran, checking in. Ghor is dead, the vaccine is delivered, and your jar-brain is insane. Give me some better options.
*While she's waiting for a response, Samus punches in a string of commands for her ship, taking off and setting a course back to Bryyo.* -
The Bigger They Are...
*Samus let the ship's autopilot carry her away from Bryyo's imploding leviathan seed. Closing her eyes, she fought down another wave of nausea, pulling her helmet off in case the nausea won. There was still a smear of the blue sludge on her chin from the last time when she prodded her comm unit to life.*
The leviathan on Bryyo is dead.
*She ( Read more... ) -
First to Fall
*Samus slumped into the seat in her ship, letting slip a weary sigh before prodding the comm unit. She set the standard encryptions on the signal, then opened a comm line to the Olympus--and, just in case Ali was elsewhere at the moment, to her ship as well.*
This is Hunter Aran, reporting in. Rundas is dead, and I need a drink. -
(Untitled)
*The lift reached the control tower, and Samus and the other hunters piled out. She'd allow them this, that while there was a job to do they didn't waste time--even if Rundas had been preening over being able to "rescue" her earlier, not a word was wasted as they each took a control panel, priming Norion's orbital defenses. She was starting to ( Read more... ) -
A communique
*Samus left the GFS Olympus fuming, setting a course to dive for Norion, the planet below, while she prods a call to Ali's PINpoint into her portal device. While she waits for the call to connect, she balms her temper with a steady stream of muttering under her breath.*
Can't believe even those mis-hatched, Void-skulled, over-amped... civil ( Read more... ) -
The Burden of Commands [Prologue]
*On what is, in relative local time, a Monday afternoon in a cold month of the early twenty-first century, a message arrives on Ali's pinpoint, with the usual terse delivery of its author ( Read more... ) -
A Show of Hands
*Ali's ship hung in orbit over a moon of little interest, either to galactic civilization at large, or the two women currently within. To be sure, it might interest them at some other time, but for now Samus' attention was entirely on Ali, and Ali's thoughts were probably also focused on more immediate matters.*You did all that for him, and he ( Read more... ) -
Up to Spec [Ali, Doc^5, Nexus]
*Samus had lost track of time in her reading, flipping back and forth through the manuals the Doctor had left, leaving off one to search for something in another. By now, she was surrounded by open books, an empty tea cup, and the crumbs of whatever sandwiches hadn't been liberated by anyone else. She pored on, seemingly oblivious, occasionally ( Read more... )