Post by Iracundus on Aug 29, 2008 16:15:33 GMT -5
FOR THE LIBRARY:
I shall chronicle my first attempt at fan-fiction, as well as my first attempts to write competently. I shall start with the best, and work my way down to the worst. Nothing else.
________
Samus Aran had fought from one part of the galaxy to the other, but nothing prepared her for this. Sylux and Weavel, two of her most dangerous rivals, had set a trap for her. Now she was was looking into the eyes of one of her enemies.
Weavel's reputation as a Space Pirate was legendary, to the extent that when Samus had destroyed him during her Zero Mission on Zebes, his people rescued him and turned him into an even more dangerous being. Considering Space Pirates rarely cared for anything more than results, it was rather surprising to hear of him roaming space once more, now as a bounty hunter.
His blade was nearing her throat, and she could hear Sylux's ship, the Delano 7, nearing their position.
“I cannot tell you how long I have waited for this to happen. You took something from me that day, but you also gave me something in return. My ravaged body was beyond use, and my people took pity on me, repaired me, made me even better than before. You gave me the chance to strike back, foolish girl, I will not give you the same pleasure in return.”
He pushed her back, her weapons systems were offline. No Morph Ball, no rockets, nothing.
“Instead, take solace in the fact that I will make your death even more painful than mine was. And much slower.”
Sylux dropped down from his ship.
“Are you done berating the bitch, Pirate?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then grab her, put her on board. I need to have my own words with the woman meself.”
Weavel did not speak. Weavel and Sylux were rough equals in this mission, both driven by their contempt of Aran. She did not let Weavel lay his hand on her again. Instead, she obediently as she could, boarded the ship. Better to live and fight another day than to die on this rock, she thought.
The Delano 7's brig was cramped and lacking space, perhaps purposely claustrophobic as to instill a maddening feeling of entrapment. Samus wasn't used to being on the opposite side of such a cage, but she adapted. She always did.
The world was Fadur. Its true name lost to the ages, was a mostly dead world that belonged to an ancient race missing from this Universe. All archaeological evidence pointed to their strange records, which translated to them “leaving this plane of existence for another one”. Where they went is unknown, but considering the strange nature of their technology, anything was possible.
Her body ached. It was a long run, fleeing from the Galactic Federation. When she destroyed the BSL, her ties with the GF were completely severed. They considered her a threat beyond all levels and ordered her captured or killed. Space Pirates, for the first time in the longest, relished helping the Galactic Federation to hunt her. It, like the one between Sylux and Weavel, was an uneasy one at best, but the unified hatred and fear of her power. Fadur had a strange ability to absorb technologies. It removed her most latent abilities and left her stranded. She did not realize that Fadur was like this, however, and by the time she did, she down to nothing but pieces of her Fusion Suit. Even the parts that were dangerous to remove were gone-she was all but helpless.
Sylux walked in, his stolen GF technology humming strangely. It was all prototype.
“Now, now, it seems that I've made the catch of my life.”
Samus remained silent to his words.
“A completely helpless Aran, mine. Fadur was a great trap, no? The deeper you delved, the worse off you were. We took your ship while you were plumbing the depths of the place, and when you returned, helpless as a Zoomer, we trapped you.”
“That flimsy piece of metal wouldn't be any protection 'tall against my Shock Coil.”
Samus's cannon was down too. No methods of escape, no way to fight back...
“And when I get Weavel out of the way, there'll be nothing stopping me from selling you to the highest bidder,” he said, letting out a low chuckle. “After of course, I've finished off with you.”
“Don't worry, little Samus, I'll be real gentle with you-in any way I please!” The low chuckle turned into sadistic laughter as he left.
Her body was lulling her into a daze-sleepy. She couldn't keep up anymore, she fell down into the bench that furnished the cell.
An explosion rocked the ship as it entered faster than light speeds, but she was barely there to hear it.
**
The Master Chief was fighting on the ancient ringworld. His MA5B was emptying into Jackals and Grunts that attempted to climb the hill. The hail of lead cut them down nigh-instantaneously. An Elite nearly caught him off guard, but his advanced training, his visual augmentations-allowed him to counter before any normal human could. He grabbed the thrusting Elite's right wrist and twisted it, as his MA5B fell to the mud. The alien's wrist was contorted to face itself, and he pulled the Plasma Rifle's trigger. He felt hot plasma wash over his energy shields, but the damage was definitely going to kill the Elite before it killed him. He pulled the rifle out of its hands and took into his own. After hosing it down with the blue plasma, he turned to firing Grunts and Jackals as they made their way up the hill. Marines were shouting and firing down, a few dozen versus hundreds.
He tossed a grenade down and seconds later, bits and chunks of the enemy flew into the soldier's faces. More Marines followed suit, and Covenant forces were turned into stew and ribbons.
One of the men yelled at the Banshees, but there was no way to fight it. The Spartan had the reaction time to dodge their fuel rod guns, the soldiers did not. A green explosion bloomed and engulfed the hill as the Chief ran down. He used the last of his grenades to clear a path into the grassy valleys below.
The Master Chief was under the cover of night now, the only light source being the explosions above. He sneaked through the trees, using them as his only cover. All he had as a weapon now was the Plasma Rifle, and it was low on energy as well.
A sticky situation, to be sure, but the Spartan knew how to fight. Now was not the time to fight, however. Stealth Elites would already have the advantage in this environment, his best hope was to stay low and out of the way.
This battle took longer than intended. The Marines were rescued, but he was left on his own due to strange circumstances. Echo 419 didn't come back for the last two groups of Marines, which led him to believe she had been shot down. Hiding in the grass, the trees, the rocks, the water-he knew it well, but now he had a new fear-one of being completely helpless to a wave of Covenant.
**
The Delano 7 jumped out of faster than light travel and hurdled. Samus was still in her sleep, drained to her last from Fadur, but Weavel and Sylux were doing what they could to keep the ship together.
By the time they impacted on the surface, they had slowed down considerably.
Samus awoke, hazy in her senses, and saw the serene view. Green grass, gray rocks, trees and flowing water. She heard an alien structure fire off somewhere, and then the streaming blue beam that went into the air, but even then she felt peaceful. Her HUD was online, but no map information was available. She then noticed the awe inspiring topspin of the creation.
A ring?, she thought to herself. Amazing...
She heard a belch of flame, one from her captor ship.
I shall chronicle my first attempt at fan-fiction, as well as my first attempts to write competently. I shall start with the best, and work my way down to the worst. Nothing else.
________
Samus Aran had fought from one part of the galaxy to the other, but nothing prepared her for this. Sylux and Weavel, two of her most dangerous rivals, had set a trap for her. Now she was was looking into the eyes of one of her enemies.
Weavel's reputation as a Space Pirate was legendary, to the extent that when Samus had destroyed him during her Zero Mission on Zebes, his people rescued him and turned him into an even more dangerous being. Considering Space Pirates rarely cared for anything more than results, it was rather surprising to hear of him roaming space once more, now as a bounty hunter.
His blade was nearing her throat, and she could hear Sylux's ship, the Delano 7, nearing their position.
“I cannot tell you how long I have waited for this to happen. You took something from me that day, but you also gave me something in return. My ravaged body was beyond use, and my people took pity on me, repaired me, made me even better than before. You gave me the chance to strike back, foolish girl, I will not give you the same pleasure in return.”
He pushed her back, her weapons systems were offline. No Morph Ball, no rockets, nothing.
“Instead, take solace in the fact that I will make your death even more painful than mine was. And much slower.”
Sylux dropped down from his ship.
“Are you done berating the bitch, Pirate?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then grab her, put her on board. I need to have my own words with the woman meself.”
Weavel did not speak. Weavel and Sylux were rough equals in this mission, both driven by their contempt of Aran. She did not let Weavel lay his hand on her again. Instead, she obediently as she could, boarded the ship. Better to live and fight another day than to die on this rock, she thought.
The Delano 7's brig was cramped and lacking space, perhaps purposely claustrophobic as to instill a maddening feeling of entrapment. Samus wasn't used to being on the opposite side of such a cage, but she adapted. She always did.
The world was Fadur. Its true name lost to the ages, was a mostly dead world that belonged to an ancient race missing from this Universe. All archaeological evidence pointed to their strange records, which translated to them “leaving this plane of existence for another one”. Where they went is unknown, but considering the strange nature of their technology, anything was possible.
Her body ached. It was a long run, fleeing from the Galactic Federation. When she destroyed the BSL, her ties with the GF were completely severed. They considered her a threat beyond all levels and ordered her captured or killed. Space Pirates, for the first time in the longest, relished helping the Galactic Federation to hunt her. It, like the one between Sylux and Weavel, was an uneasy one at best, but the unified hatred and fear of her power. Fadur had a strange ability to absorb technologies. It removed her most latent abilities and left her stranded. She did not realize that Fadur was like this, however, and by the time she did, she down to nothing but pieces of her Fusion Suit. Even the parts that were dangerous to remove were gone-she was all but helpless.
Sylux walked in, his stolen GF technology humming strangely. It was all prototype.
“Now, now, it seems that I've made the catch of my life.”
Samus remained silent to his words.
“A completely helpless Aran, mine. Fadur was a great trap, no? The deeper you delved, the worse off you were. We took your ship while you were plumbing the depths of the place, and when you returned, helpless as a Zoomer, we trapped you.”
“That flimsy piece of metal wouldn't be any protection 'tall against my Shock Coil.”
Samus's cannon was down too. No methods of escape, no way to fight back...
“And when I get Weavel out of the way, there'll be nothing stopping me from selling you to the highest bidder,” he said, letting out a low chuckle. “After of course, I've finished off with you.”
“Don't worry, little Samus, I'll be real gentle with you-in any way I please!” The low chuckle turned into sadistic laughter as he left.
Her body was lulling her into a daze-sleepy. She couldn't keep up anymore, she fell down into the bench that furnished the cell.
An explosion rocked the ship as it entered faster than light speeds, but she was barely there to hear it.
**
The Master Chief was fighting on the ancient ringworld. His MA5B was emptying into Jackals and Grunts that attempted to climb the hill. The hail of lead cut them down nigh-instantaneously. An Elite nearly caught him off guard, but his advanced training, his visual augmentations-allowed him to counter before any normal human could. He grabbed the thrusting Elite's right wrist and twisted it, as his MA5B fell to the mud. The alien's wrist was contorted to face itself, and he pulled the Plasma Rifle's trigger. He felt hot plasma wash over his energy shields, but the damage was definitely going to kill the Elite before it killed him. He pulled the rifle out of its hands and took into his own. After hosing it down with the blue plasma, he turned to firing Grunts and Jackals as they made their way up the hill. Marines were shouting and firing down, a few dozen versus hundreds.
He tossed a grenade down and seconds later, bits and chunks of the enemy flew into the soldier's faces. More Marines followed suit, and Covenant forces were turned into stew and ribbons.
One of the men yelled at the Banshees, but there was no way to fight it. The Spartan had the reaction time to dodge their fuel rod guns, the soldiers did not. A green explosion bloomed and engulfed the hill as the Chief ran down. He used the last of his grenades to clear a path into the grassy valleys below.
The Master Chief was under the cover of night now, the only light source being the explosions above. He sneaked through the trees, using them as his only cover. All he had as a weapon now was the Plasma Rifle, and it was low on energy as well.
A sticky situation, to be sure, but the Spartan knew how to fight. Now was not the time to fight, however. Stealth Elites would already have the advantage in this environment, his best hope was to stay low and out of the way.
This battle took longer than intended. The Marines were rescued, but he was left on his own due to strange circumstances. Echo 419 didn't come back for the last two groups of Marines, which led him to believe she had been shot down. Hiding in the grass, the trees, the rocks, the water-he knew it well, but now he had a new fear-one of being completely helpless to a wave of Covenant.
**
The Delano 7 jumped out of faster than light travel and hurdled. Samus was still in her sleep, drained to her last from Fadur, but Weavel and Sylux were doing what they could to keep the ship together.
By the time they impacted on the surface, they had slowed down considerably.
Samus awoke, hazy in her senses, and saw the serene view. Green grass, gray rocks, trees and flowing water. She heard an alien structure fire off somewhere, and then the streaming blue beam that went into the air, but even then she felt peaceful. Her HUD was online, but no map information was available. She then noticed the awe inspiring topspin of the creation.
A ring?, she thought to herself. Amazing...
She heard a belch of flame, one from her captor ship.