METROID: THE KIHUNTERS
By
Storm Silves
(All similarities to Star Wars, Starship Troopers, Star Trek, or anything else with the word “Star” in it are totally coincidental)
Prologue
It has been three months since the destruction of Zebes and the apparent extinction of the Metroids. Samus Aran and Armstrong Houston have been hailed as heroes and rewarded handsomely. The Galaxy was at peace. Great War began.
At first no one noticed it. Nobody paid much attention to the planets in section Zeta. The Mother Brain had owned those for years now and they were totally devoid of natural life, so no one cared to look there. Then, "it" struck...
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It was a peaceful day on the Donian colony on Tsebnash, the fifth planet in the Calorhatt system. Chief defender Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip walked to work on this bright beautiful day the exact same way he normally did.
Dor’s job consisted mainly of monitoring any incoming traffic (there was very little), and making sure that nothing illegal was going on. That nothing illegal ever did go on Tsebnash didn’t matter. Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip was a nice, old man who thoroughly enjoyed his job. It was easy enough. All that he had to do was sit in his chair, and rake in the credits. If he thought that his Federation salary was
low, he just added another name to his own name to make himself look more grandiose, and asked. Nine times out of ten he got it. He was just thinking of adding Guback to his name when the call came in.
It was from the leader of his planetary patrols. “Sir!” He shouted over the intercom. Everyone just called Dor sir, as his name was too long for anyone to remember. “Sir,” he repeated, with a lot of static added, “There is a huge unidentified ship heading here. It won’t identify
itself. Should I send it off?”
“Let me have a look at the ship.” Dor said. The screen went on, and a picture of a huge, round, almost Death Star-like spaceship appeared. “State your name and your business” The
Chief Protector said with as much authority that he could put in his voice. There was no response. “Perhaps you did not understand me, I said...” Dor stopped cold. Three large laser beams incinerated all of his patrol ships. A multitude of little green fighters started to pour out. Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip hit the alarm button, signaling the small army to come out. The enemy ships were landing.
Watching from what used to be the security of his office, Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip watched literally thousands of large green insects make mincemeat of the space colony. For the first and last time of his life, Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip felt terrified.
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So, what you guys think? Interested?
By
Storm Silves
(All similarities to Star Wars, Starship Troopers, Star Trek, or anything else with the word “Star” in it are totally coincidental)
Prologue
It has been three months since the destruction of Zebes and the apparent extinction of the Metroids. Samus Aran and Armstrong Houston have been hailed as heroes and rewarded handsomely. The Galaxy was at peace. Great War began.
At first no one noticed it. Nobody paid much attention to the planets in section Zeta. The Mother Brain had owned those for years now and they were totally devoid of natural life, so no one cared to look there. Then, "it" struck...
--
It was a peaceful day on the Donian colony on Tsebnash, the fifth planet in the Calorhatt system. Chief defender Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip walked to work on this bright beautiful day the exact same way he normally did.
Dor’s job consisted mainly of monitoring any incoming traffic (there was very little), and making sure that nothing illegal was going on. That nothing illegal ever did go on Tsebnash didn’t matter. Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip was a nice, old man who thoroughly enjoyed his job. It was easy enough. All that he had to do was sit in his chair, and rake in the credits. If he thought that his Federation salary was
low, he just added another name to his own name to make himself look more grandiose, and asked. Nine times out of ten he got it. He was just thinking of adding Guback to his name when the call came in.
It was from the leader of his planetary patrols. “Sir!” He shouted over the intercom. Everyone just called Dor sir, as his name was too long for anyone to remember. “Sir,” he repeated, with a lot of static added, “There is a huge unidentified ship heading here. It won’t identify
itself. Should I send it off?”
“Let me have a look at the ship.” Dor said. The screen went on, and a picture of a huge, round, almost Death Star-like spaceship appeared. “State your name and your business” The
Chief Protector said with as much authority that he could put in his voice. There was no response. “Perhaps you did not understand me, I said...” Dor stopped cold. Three large laser beams incinerated all of his patrol ships. A multitude of little green fighters started to pour out. Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip hit the alarm button, signaling the small army to come out. The enemy ships were landing.
Watching from what used to be the security of his office, Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip watched literally thousands of large green insects make mincemeat of the space colony. For the first and last time of his life, Dor Coran Thun Badikarr Lipinazzer Fip felt terrified.
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So, what you guys think? Interested?