Samus Aran’s Personal Mission Log 443239.392
2245 Hours Local
(Shuffling, and the sound of a body settling down in a chair.)
Well, they’re bunked down for the night. I’m lucky two of them are short, or I’d be sleeping on the roof tonight. So, there’s still 31 hours left on the calculations for the quickest route to Final Fantasy, there’s a bird picking through my pantry looking for gods know what, and our Captain has dissolved into thin air while I was too weak from almost dying to try and stop him.
What a day.
The Captain’s back. Did I mention that? Fate spit him up on my doorstop for the second time in my far-too-exciting life, and I’d be lying to myself if my heart didn’t stop when I saw that jacket, thinking that he’d finally come back, to set things right when I screwed them up, and to make me believe that the rest of the team is still out there when everyone else just prays for their memory and brings flowers to their open grave.
That reminds me – Computer, set radar and scanners to maximum range in all incoming sectors. I don’t want to be surprised again.
(Faint beeps and clicks, and another sigh.)
This Captain… It isn’t him. It’s, heh… It’s his kid. His son. The one the Princess and I had a fight about while she tottered around the empty palace, preparing for the final battle while her ankles swelled like balloons, the one she was suddenly not pregnant with the morning before Mother’s forces stormed through the doors. Yeah, that one. He’s got to be eighteen, well-built and grown up and gods damn it, but he’s got the same exact smile. He’s got his mother’s eyes, though. His name is Charlie.
This is going to take some getting used to.
I… I think this is the Warp’s way of making things right. Why else would I happen to find a strong, steady signal from a Warp Zone that’s only rarely blipped on my radar, no matter how hard I scan, and why would it take me to the Palace of Power where three others were dumped at my feet to find the boy who would be Captain? I wish it had found a better way to do it – that bastard knocked a few of my arrays off the ship when he dinged it, and those things are expensive.
Back on topic.
Once again, I find myself saddled with a team that could not be more unprepared for whatever forces have decided to align themselves against us. One is a midget from some backwater world that talks in anecdotes and apparently farms; one is a kid – ten years old – and uses captured wildlife to fight his battles for him; one is a brash fighter pilot who thinks he knows everything and believe me, I think he’s the most sane one out of all of them. You know how much I hate brash fighter pilots who think they know everything. And the Captain, well… I can assume he has some natural ability, seeing as how he took down a Metroid single-handed, weak as it was.
Gods, that sound… I thought I was beyond that sound. Turns out I’m not. Some warrior I am.
It’s just that…
(She sighs heavily.)
Old Bird always said history is destined to repeat itself, and I’m starting to think he’s right. My life up to now has been a series of situations that have already happened to me, and yet they present themselves again and again and force me to analyze every mistake I’ve made over and over and try to find how I could have changed it for the better. I don’t think I’ve learned anything, aside from how to keep myself alive when everything is crashing down around me.
(A beep, and the tap of fingers on a keyboard. A frustrated sound from Samus.)
The Varia suit is still locking me out, even with energy recharged to full. That blast must have knocked out the reserve power tanks. It’ll take me ages to fix it, and I don’t have that time. There’s something out there, working against us before we’ve even gotten a chance to build this team up to a point where we have a remote chance of survival. Those two… They had powers I haven’t seen since… since he left. Even La— the Princess, I mean, when she held the Zapper and the Power Pad, had none of their powers. To summon up even a shadow of Mother… That took power beyond what exists in this world. And something tells me we’re going to be walking in their shadow, doing exactly what they want while we scramble to pull together. It gives me chills.
The others here have talent – even I can see that. It will take work, but maybe, just maybe, we’ll have a fighting chance. I think I can do that much. It’s always been my job, anyway – train the soldiers and send them off to war, until you can’t stand seeing them come back in boxes. So you disappear, or try to. But it always pulls you back.
As for myself… I’ll pull through.
Heh. Somewhere, Old Bird is laughing at me. Look where your granddaughter is, old man. Look how far she’s come. You should have given me Chozo brains as well as Chozo blood – maybe then I’d be able to figure out a way to keep this team safe without killing myself in the process. Do you hear that, you senile bastard?
Never mind. Stand by for mission resource log.
(A faint beep.)
Personal Status: Exhausted, bruised and sore, but alive.
Suit Status: Power resources charging to full without issue. Reserve tanks empty, likely damaged. A full scan is required to assess other damage. For now: Varia mode: Offline. Gravity Boosters: Offline. Screw Attack: Offline. Morph Ball mode: Online. Power Beam: Online, thankfully. Remaining resources limited. Looks like I’m back to where I started.
Ship Status: Dinged and with a few arrays missing, but otherwise fine. That kid better not take his dinosaurs out of their little balls, though, or I’m going to have words with him.
- A farmer, a Pokemon trainer, and a fighter pilot from the Corneria galaxy. Pulled a gun on the pilot, who pulled one right back on me. I like his instincts.
- The new Captain of the N Team, son of the previous Captain and heir apparent to the throne of Video Land. Seems like a good kid, if a little rash in his decision making. Just like his father.
- A Metroid, young and barely alive due to lack of energy on the ship. Killed by the Captain.
- Two humanoids claiming to be called The Freak and The Hacker. Wielded powers on par with the previous Captain at the height of his ability. Likely up to no good, to put it lightly.
- Mother, summoned by the Freak. I believe it was only a shadow of her, as there’s no way she could have survived close to two decades in that twisted wreckage. Destroyed by the combined efforts of the team.
Mission Summary: Find the Zapper and the Power Pad, likely hidden within the remains of the Palace. Defend the Captain, with my life if necessary. Train the Team. Protect Video Land. Find the Princess.
Current Destination: The Worlds of Final Fantasy. Gods help us.
Mission Status: FUBAR. Come back in the morning and I might be more optimistic.
Mission Log, complete.
(Another beep. Samus mutters softly under her breath.)
Why is it always the princess?
(With a final click, the audio file ends.)