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Doomed are we All?: The Other Survivor of K-2L
Author's notes:
This is a fan fiction expanding on a new plot for a possible Metroid game revolving around the Galactic Federation. It can be loosely tied in with the official Metroid Manga, and will have plenty of twists and turns to come ahead. Eventually I will have art that will come with each chapter. And please feel free to point out any grammatical errors and spelling. I also understand that it will censor some swears out, I will not say the F word so if you see 4 ****, use your imagination.
Thanks a bunch!
-LT
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Chapter I: A Father’s Lament
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“A burning rapture of a dream, that’s what this hope of yours is Old Bird. You in your races’ pathetic experiments on us humans, leave K-2L immediately.”
“You do not understand the consequences; this will be our only chance for redemption. We are not harming the child, just altering him for better off.”
The room was silent as the human representative of K-2L pondered what the more logical choice would be when deciding the fate of the child.
The Chozo were bird like creatures and a dying race. At the meeting there were five of them all sitting on the opposite side of the table while doing negotiations with the humans. Compared to the young human race, the Chozo had a godly intelligence that put to shame anything a human could comprehend. Their eyes glazed over with a hollow stare, holding infinite knowledge of the universe and its truths. They were not warring creatures and dressed simply but still managed to make the humans appear as dwarfs. Their orator, Old Bird, was the wisest one and his opinion was trusted through out the worlds.
“You promise us this is the child you need and he will be well in your hands?” The representative lamented. It was his child he would be giving up, his only reminder of his late wife who had died in a mining accident most recently.
“We promise you. We will raise the child as our own, teach him our ways and for this the universe will be better off.” Old Bird reassured him, choosing his words wisely knowing it would be hard for the father to give up his newborn son.
“And the Aran child, what of her? Did you not say she could be a better candidate because of her age? Why my son?” The father asked. It was true, the Chozo’s and Old Bird did regret not being able to take the Aran child, but their studies and constant debating lead them to the newborn. Suddenly another human angrily intervened when he heard his daughter being mentioned.
“You will not take my daughter, Virginia and I will not allow it! You said you would take Piper’s son, take him and be done with it! We all know he is un-suitable to be a father after the tragic death of his late wife.” The man was gruff and was known for his persistence and hard work ethic. Rod Aran would protect his daughter and wife to the very end, he cared about humanity, but humanity and his family were not interchangeable.
“Rod, I’ve spoken to you already. Samus is a special child but she is too humane, a wonderful trait in its own right. But we need a younger child who we can shelter from the world and raise as one of our own. As you know, we Chozo can not have children anymore since the last of our females have died out.” Old Bird’s words were clear and decisive, the Chozo would be leaving K-2L with the newborn Axel, anything but and the consequences would be horrendous.
The men gathered around Piper who was now sobbing at the thought of his wife and their newborn’s life. All but Rod pleaded with the depressed man.
“Piper! The child must go; he will be better off! Humanity will be better off.” One man said while shaking him.
“Think of our own families, you know you are in no condition in raising a child!” Another man screamed. The debate grew to an uncontrollable noise making even Old Bird wince.
“Enough!” Aran intervened slamming his fist on the table.
He then placed his hand on Piper’s shoulder and drove his index finger into his own brow as he tried to think. “Piper, I know it will be hard. But you know Marina was a strong women and she would of understood the consequences if you didn’t give up the child. I couldn’t imagine giving up Samus. And I was out of line back there to put the importance of my child over yours. Please Piper.” With dry tear marks streaked across his face Piper stared into oblivion, something even the childless Chozo’s could understand.
The men and the Chozo sat there in silence, with all their focus on Piper. Moments went buy and the silence was putting everybody on edge. The warning the Chozo brought was of the human race destroying themselves in the quest for knowledge. But was it true, could a mere newborn, a helpless baby in a blanket really be their savior? The Chozo’s warnings were very believable and their presence was intimidating, anything they would of said the humans would of believed.
Piper then stood up with a glazed stare, he looked right through the Chozo. The Chozo stood up as a sign of respect.
“My child is my legacy. I loved my dear Marina to no end. Every time I look into our child's chubby brown baby eyes I’m reminded of her.” Then he put his focus on Old Bird, “You are a wise being, and if what you said is true, then I have no choice to give up my legacy. I entrust you with my baby’s life and the only memory I have left of my wife.” And with that Piper handed the birthing rights of Axel Piper Marx to the old group of Chozo’s.
Sympathetically Old Bird replied to the lamenting father, “Mr. Marx, you made an admirable decision, which obviously seemed hard on your behalf, we truly honor you and put your priorities over ours. With time running short we leave you one last time to say goodbye to your child. We will tell stories of his fathers greatness when he is of age to further his own ambitions. Your name will not be forgotten Mr. Marx. We thank you, the universe thanks you.” With a wave of his hand the other Chozo’s left the meeting room, Old Bird was the last one to leave, walking slowly behind so elegantly that the old stubby bird seemed as if he was hovering. Gods indeed.
Truth to be told. No one exactly knew what the Chozo were planning to do with Axel. The Chozo were known to tamper with nature for which only the Gods should be allowed to, but oddly no one questioned their motives. They were a trust worthy race which could be seen by their demeanor and every choice that was perfectly calculated not allowing room for mistakes.
With the looming threat of the space pirates invading human colonies across the galaxy. The Galactic Federation appeared not to care about any mining colonies and the space pirate attacks. It seemed to be a good investment, what would be the harm in letting the Chozo raise a human? Being separated from other humans would lead to a great hero, a hero not bogged down by the norms and taboos of society that most humans succumb to.
Then other men quietly filed out of the room after the Chozo, whispering in relief to each other. All but Rod and Piper remained, standing in the dark echoing room. He had one last thing to say to Piper, “You are the better man.” As he walked out of the room, he passed the nurse carrying Axel; the supposed savior, to be held by his father one last time.
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Chapter II: A Void Underneath his Ribs
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Earth; where humanity originated. Now almost forgotten by the entire human race who were now stretched across the universe. In its most prominent years Earth was a utopia compared to what it is now. Oceans were still blue, crime was for the most part suppressed and its people were separated by borders. Now the Earth knows no borders, the oceans are filled with putrid filth, crime is no longer illegal; but a trade and people do not care about petty nationalities. Once considered to be God’s cradle, Earth was now a misbegotten spec, having no known worth throughout the universe.
His heavy steps echoed in the alley way, he could feel his heart beat in his throat, his fingers twitched and he started to sweat from his anxiety. It was finally his turn to shine, all he had to do was walk into the butcher shop and steal a couple pieces of meat. It was rumored that the butcher came across some pork on the black market and now was savoring the fabled meat in his cold refrigerated safe, all for himself.
He had to be accepted after completing this task. Facom: the leader of the Bubonic Plague, told him after stealing a couple of ribs his initiation into the gang would be complete. Axel was only 12, but to be accepted by a group of people would mean the world to him. He never felt like he fit in with his almost too normal family. His father worked long hours at the local marijuana manufacturing plant and he would find him passed out drunk every morning on the couch. His mother was a quiet unsettling lady who would spend her morning cleaning, and her afternoons reading romantic novels.
Axel would always try to talk to his parents. He would ask them about life, politics, sex, marriage and space; but they never had any answers for him. They would mostly ridicule him for his quest of knowledge, telling him it would cause him great calamities one day. They were not that engaging as parents and for that there was a void in his heart.
But all that was about to change, he was going to become somebody. He would no longer be Axel Marian Jones, but Axel the newest member of the Bubonic Plague. Now he just had to plan how he would go about stealing those pork ribs. The butcher, Mr. Fines, was sure to have all sorts of security droids and Maxell cameras on site, and no way would he’d be flash frozen by one of those security cameras again; he had to be quick.
Entering the side door, Axel was now in shop’s back room. He was only armed with a farlet energy knife which was safely tucked under his belt. The knife was archaic in design, but it was light, quick and effective. The room was quiet and cold. Pounds and pounds of animal meat hung from the ceiling, so desecrated you couldn’t tell what they were, they could have even been human. In the far corner of the room across a large steel table, a Maxell security camera beeped as it panned back in forth with its search light. If even one hair on the top of his head was seen he surely would be frozen and have droids upon him in seconds. Luckily he finally thought up a plan. Mr. Fines was out for the night, so he had plenty of time to get the ribs and get out. It would be easy.
Axel quietly approached the steel table as the camera was panning to the other side of the room. He quickly shot underneath the table before the camera started to turn back towards him.
“Stupid butcher.” He snickered to himself, “What kind of brainless ‘pirate’ leaves a safe door underneath a large table, unseen by the 10,000-credit security camera he so reluctantly bought to keep thieves out?”
His cockiness would cost him. As he reached out to open the safe’s door suddenly the table above him rose! A murky figure stood in front of him, letting out a bellowing laugh at Axel’s ignorance.
“He he he, ha ha ha, ho ho ho. Do you believe that me the grrreat Mistah Fines, would allow some urchin to steal his prized pork ribs, that he had to literally kill for?” Mr. Fines was a huge man, who was missing an eye. His hair was curly, black and greasy; showing signs of his age by the slight graying occurring at his temples. He would always wear his butcher apron too, no matter where he went. It was almost as if he thought he actually looked good in that blood soaked rag.
Mr. Fines snatched Axel by the hair and pulled him off the floor so he could speak to him at his own eye level. He stared at him with his one pulsing eye, which was twitching in pure anger.
“Who sent you? Was it the po-leece Guard? The Black hands? Or could it even have been the Secret Society of Lost Foods!?” Fines sneered at Axel, leaving spattered spit all over his face.
Squirming at the immense pain he was feeling at his scalp, Axel was able to grab his energy knife and thrust it into Fines’s eye. As the knife punctured his eye the blade heated up and instantly cauterized the butcher’s fresh wound; it felt as if his skull was on fire.
“Don’t touch me you dirty sack of fat.” Axel recited as if he was planning to get caught and utter that phrase on purpose.
Fine’s keeled over in pain with Axel’s knife still buried in his now puss infected eye. When he had a moment to collect himself he then started franticly wailing his fists around the room hoping to connect with Axel’s skull. “Do you know what I do to punks like you? I butcher them and feed them to the space pirates! You misbegotten child!” Fines let out in a chaotic laugh. Axel’s mission still wasn’t over yet, he still had to retrieve the ribs, and a bellowing, blind butcher would not stop him.
Quickly he opened the unlocked safe door and jumped inside into the room below. As Axel started to look around the room, it was too late. With a repetition of frantic beeps he knew he fell into a trap. Fines had another Maxell camera in the safe room, and with a flash Axel was frozen and left in the hands of the blind buffoon, who was now balling his missing, eyes out.
Axel had failed. And he was now a criminal, but that wasn’t the worst part, he was a failing criminal. The Bubonic Plague would never accept him as a member now, or worse they might even decide to kill him.
Once morning came, Mr. Fines was finally able to reach the police Guard with his Video Projected Telemark or V.P.T. When the Guard saw him through the device as he told them about the 12 year-old Axel blinding him as he attempted to steal his food, they couldn’t help but to laugh at his helpless and ridiculous situation.
The police Guard were no better than anyone else on the planet, they were all greedy jerks, who would only help the highest bidder. If you were shot, they’d only come for 50-credits. If you were raped 100-credits. And that was just for their assistance, there was no justice system. If you wished the assailant to be caught that would be 1,000-credits.
Never-the-less, the Guard promised they’d come and pick up Axel. But they only ended up unfreezing him and giving him a slap on the back for tormenting the butcher. They handed him his knife back as if it was a trophy for his “heroic” deed. Axel would probably have just rather of stayed frozen though and them have keepen the knife, it reminded him of his failure. He didn’t want to deal with Facom and the other members of the Bubonic Plague. But that would be the easy way out and for the “savior” it would never become reality. Cursed are the ones who have a destiny, may their trials fulfill their destiny.
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Chapter III: Scum of Earth
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The streets were empty, the sky was a garnishing-red and there was no hope for Axel Jones. Axel looked up into the reminisce of the warm sun; his eyes were still cold from his frozen tragedy. With dreading failure looming over him, Axel began to walk home; taking the main street he hoped he wouldn’t have a run-in with Facom. His thoughts strained as he walked and wished he was off this miserable Garden of Industrialized Crap called Earth.
“So much smog.” He muttered to himself while looking up into the sky. His dreams would always take him beyond the smog and building filled sky; where he would be able to see the stars and not the dully-lit warning beacons from the ever-going sky scrapers. Collecting his thoughts he look towards his feet. “Am I destined to be grounded here, among this trash and filth? I just wish I had a place to call home.” Axel lamented.
Gazing down at the end of the street he saw a couple of dealers selling the latest energy-based weapons. Suddenly his focus was broken when he was rushed by a strong force from behind, striking his calves and knocking him off his feet!
“Got them ribs rat?” A dark figure grunted while standing over Axel.
“No…” Axel groaned. The back of his skull felt as if it was on fire from its impact with the concrete.
“Wrong answer!” the dark figure shouted while thrusting his steel tipped boot into Axel’s side. “We told you to get them ribs; compared to everyone else, your mission was sim-PLE. Ya waltz right in there, deal with that butcher and steal those pork ribs. But you just screwed up didn’t you?” The figure pulled Axel to his feet and slammed him against a wall.
Still dreary from the fall and then the kick in his side Axel tried to concentrate on his attacker. The figure was a tall-gruff human, no older than 20. Heavy dark bags outlined the bottom of his eyes, which was a probably a result of drugs and the lack of sleep. He wore a red hooded sweat-shirt with no sleeves; his hood was pulled tightly over his head while one purple lock of hair covered his left eye. Behind him was his back up, there were three of them; all wearing the same red-sweatshirts and with the same snickering grins.
“Facom, I tried I really did. The butcher was still there and..an…and the ribs were heavily guarded…ill try again…” Axel pleaded with Facom.
“Again? Ha! I’m sorry little rat your time is over, your chance is up, your destiny is done!” And with that Facom threw Axel into the middle of the street and took out his energy-knife; its blade was longer than Axel’s knife, it was more durable, and deadlier. “Your going to fight you piece of ****, take out that antique you have!” Facom shouted while holding his blade out pointed towards Axel. Weary Axel grabbed his knife from his belt and readied himself.
With one quick motion Facom had his blade underneath Axel’s neck; defensively Axel trusted the knife away and attempted to stab Facom in the arm. Facom was to fast and twisted avoiding any injuries; Axel only managed to tare a hole in Facom’s red-sweatshirt. “Ha! You are a rat, a sniveling little rat!” Facom sneered while he pulled out a Shiver-6x from his back pocket: the Shiver-6x was a quick quiet weapon which was preferred by the Bubonic Plague. He pointed the deadly weapon at Axel’s forehead and paced towards him. “Looks like we got him boys.” Facom joked while pushing the gun up to Axel’s forehead with a sinister smile.
“I’ll, I’ll, I’ll try….” Axel was frozen in shock; he didn’t know what to do. His legs felt like they’d collapse in on him. “BANG…BANG.” Suddenly two shots from a high caliber weapon broke the deadly confrontation.
“****, run! Screw this rat!” Facom and the rest of the Bubonic Plague made a break towards a dark alley way at the sound of the firing; just like a pack of rats. A sigh of relief came over Axel. As he turned around he noticed one of the dealers holding up a rifle, it appeared they were watching the whole time and decided they’ve seen enough. Axel gave a wave of thanks, and was acknowledged by a friendly nod.
Then embarrassment over came the 12-year-old and he started to sweat. What kind of wimp am I, he thought too himself. I couldn’t even defend myself! Axel crouched down towards the pavement and started to cry. He was helpless, and alone; and needed a friend.
He repeated and repeated the confrontation in his head until he was optimistic about just being alive. He stood up, threw his shoulders back and continued his walk back to his house. As he walked pass the dealers he gave them a gentle smile, understanding that there are good people on Earth. When his back was towards them one of the dealers came at him with a lead-pipe smashing it across his skull and knocking him out! His saviors mugged him; they took his knife, his last 5-credits and left him for dead, he laid sprawled out on the pavement in the middle of the street.
Earth always had its evils, but now even a “savior” can have there wrong intentions. Who do you trust on a planet full of thieves and criminals? Can you actually call them thieves and criminals when the world his filled with them? You just have to become a better thief or criminal to come out on top. Can a savior of the universe be evil and have good intentions or would he just become the savior of the wicked?
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This post has been edited by Luigitornadoe: Oct 7 2008, 09:58 PM
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Sep 23 2008, 09:27 PM
