Activating her thermal scanner, Samus began frantically looking around the room, her arm canon at the ready, expecting something to attack at any second.
"You must be tiring yourself out, Aran." A gentle voice stated, coming from a speaker somewhere in the pitch-black room.
"Identify yourself." Samus ordered, her voice standing firm, but her mind beginning to wonder who could possibly be speaking to her.
"Forgive me, hunter. You may call me Mor. I do not mean to cause you alarm." Mor responded.
"I hardly find just a voice to be frightening." Samus retorted, her canon still aimed to the air. A faint giggle could be heard from the speaker.
"As I would imagine."
"Why are you here?" Samus continued questioning.
"I was awaiting you, Aran." Mor replied. Samus lowered her canon a bit, curiosity gripping her.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"You received my distress signal, did you not? I'm glad you managed to find your way here."
"Why did you send that signal?"
"I wanted to speak with you, Aran." Mor responded.
"You used a class one distress signal to drag me all the way here to talk?" Samus said, somewhat frustrated, realizing she had likely been fooled.
"I had no choice, you rarely ever take the time to remain in one area for long, and I was desperate to bring you here." Mor explained.
"Why?"
"May I show you?" Mor requested. Before Samus could respond, the door on the far side of the room began to slowly opened, revealing a stark white, smoothed room beyond it. Cautiously, Samus approached the room, canon drawn. Once inside the room, Mor spoke up once more.
"Can you feel their presence?" She asked.
"What, exactly?" Samus questioned.
"My experiments, my pride and joy, my children." Mor answered, as the panels seemed to fold away from the walls. Behind the panels, there seemed to be endless rows of glass containers, each one holding a small, bluish-purple, jellyfish-like creature in each. Samus looked on, horrified.
"Are....those..." She stuttered.
"Not quite. They are not the metroids you are familiar with. You see, despite my best intentions, they are still....imperfect." Mor replied.
"Why are they here!?" Samus immediately questioned.
"You must understand, Aran. With the Federation being so bold as to attempt to capture the X parasites, biological weapons have simply become a necessary part of balance in this system. In order to quell the threat of one predator, you must have another at the ready. Rest assured. these creatures are loyal to a fault, and would only ever be released should it be deemed absolutely necessary." Mor assured. Samus looked on in abstract horror.
"No...I can't allow this.....this....this isn't how it's supposed to be. The answer to stopping the Galactic Federation's corruption doesn't lie in these things! You can't continue this!" Samus yelled in response, raising her canon to the tubes, ready to obliterate them. Before she had the chance to fire, however, a sudden chill struck her in the back of her suit. Samus fell to the ground, dazed, her vision growing blurry, her body feeling unstable. She watched as her Fusion suit began to fade before her eyes, leaving her in nothing but her Zero suit with her stun pistol, hardly ideal choices for this scenario.
"I am well aware of your....disdain for these creatures. Believe you me, Aran, I was well aware that you would probably try to attempt that before I even called you here." Mor stated, as Samus slowly began to pick herself back up.
"Then why even bother to call me here in the first place?" She asked, still breathing heavily.
"Simple enough. Ever since your assignment on the BSL station, your cellular makeup has changed to match parts of the original metroids. These missing pieces of DNA are precisely what I need to complete my experiments, and allow my children to grow into what they were meant to be. In short, you were the perfect source of nutrients for them." Mor responded. Samus' blood ran cold as she heard the tubes all around her hiss and slowly be lifted away, letting the creatures free. She immediately turned to flee back to the dark room with the elevator, feebly attempting to blast any of the "mocktroids" that pursued her, but it was no use. After only managing a few yards of distance, Samus felt a warm, pulsing feeling on the back of her knee, quickly turning to confirm that one of the creatures had latched onto her. As she attempted to swat it away, more and more of them swarmed her, latching on wherever they could, leaving her on the floor, unable to stop them draining her. Despite her apparently dire situation, Samus continued to thrash about, in a vain attempt to stop them. Though it seemed to be fruitless at best, she quickly realized that it may actually be working, as the mocktroids began to detach from her body. In just a few minutes, the creatures had fled from her and returned to their nesting tubes, much to Samus' confusion. However, upon getting back up to walk towards the tubes for inspection, she immediately tripped over herself, landing on her outstretched hands. Upon looking at her hands, however, a sudden realization dawned upon the bounty hunter, she had suddenly become a lot smaller than normal.
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