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  Mighty No. 9, Keiji Inafune's new Mega Man
Posted by: ClaudeLv250 - 08-31-2013, 09:27 PM - Forum: The Arcade - Replies (2)

Keiji Inafune has a kickstarter for an action/platformer in the vein of Mega Man, a collaboration of his company (Comcept) and MM vets Indicreates. $900k goal, WiiU/360/PS3 stretch goals.

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Will he succeed? Is this what we want?

Is this the only way to keep the spirit of Mega Man alive?

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  I Like Cars
Posted by: ClaudeLv250 - 08-11-2013, 03:34 AM - Forum: Claude's House of Pain! - No Replies

A long time ago, I wrote a poem about Captain Falcon's love of cars. It got plagiarized twice. The only reason I didn't repost it is because I forgot, so I'm fixing that. KIJ4 hasn't been posted either, but that's next.

Disclaimer: Captain Falcon and all other Nintendo related characters/things are the property of Nintendo, obviously.

Now, ClaudeLv250 presents: Poetry from Kirby's Insane Journey's universe:

I Like Cars - A Poem by Captain Falcon

I like cars!
Do you like cars?
Because I like cars!

I like cars that are pretty and fast
so fast that you won't see me driving past
cars can drive very long and go very far
Wow, I just realized how much I really like cars!

But what I like more than cars is my Armored Muffin
Her name is Samus, and uh...does anyone know what rhymes with muffin??
She's a bounty hunter, just like me!
She even takes me across the galaxy for free!
But sometimes I wonder...does she like cars?
Because I like cars!
They can drive very long and go very far!
Wait...I said that, didn't I?

Well...uh...I like cars!
Do you like cars?
Because I like cars!

I think Samus likes ships more than cars
Her ship can reach the stars!
My Blue Falcon can't go that far...
But I don't care...because I like cars!

I'm afraid to ask her about cars because of what she might say
Hey...you think I can buy her a car for her birthday!?
I'll paint it orange and red just like her Varia Suit!
And call it Kiwi because thats her favorite fruit!

Oh my god, I'm a genius!
Okay, maybe not...I don't know what rhymes with genius
I suck at poems, but I like cars!
My passion for them caused me to write this far!

Oh no! Yoshi is making fun of me for writing a poem!
If he doesn't stop laughing, I think I might have to own him!
Don't make fun of Samus or cars!
Or I'll Falcon Punch you hard and far!

I'm glad I got to write about what I like
even if I had to get into a fight
Hey, did my poem about cars make you want to drive one?
Maybe you can play F-Zero, 'cause racing is fun!!

...I like cars
Do you like cars?
Because I like cars!
And so does Samus!

I should probably change this to 'We Like Cars' now...

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  So this spam wave...
Posted by: ClaudeLv250 - 07-21-2013, 09:22 PM - Forum: Binhqx's Fix-it shop! - Replies (1)

We've got something to stop it, right?

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  Xbox One revealed
Posted by: ClaudeLv250 - 05-21-2013, 05:32 AM - Forum: The Arcade - Replies (14)

Can't believe I forgot to make this sooner.


Next Xbox gets revealed today at 10AM/1PM EDT, so this will be the thread for it.

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  E3 2013 thread (MEGAMAN IN SMASH)
Posted by: ClaudeLv250 - 05-20-2013, 01:05 AM - Forum: The Arcade - Replies (27)

It's almost that time of the year again. Will keep updating this post with all the conference times and some links.

June 10th
Microsoft - 9:30AM/12:30PM
EA - 1/4PM
Ubisoft - 3/6PM
Sony - 6/9PM

June 11th
Nintendo E3 Direct - 7AM (PDT), 10AM (EDT), 3PM (BST) (NA - EU - JP)

Other Stuff
Konami Pre-E3 Show - June 6th
Square Enix Presents - SE doing a livestream broadcast of their booth during E3
Gametrailers Pre-E3 episode - June 7th
"The Future of Final Fantasy" - Media-only event at 12/3PM on the 11th.

GameTrailers E3 All Access schedule Wrote:GT E3 All access Programming Schedule

On-Air and online via SPIKE TV, GAMETRAILERS.COM, GT iOS app, GT Xbox Live app

• Noon ET/9:00am PT – ALL-ACCESS Microsoft PRE-SHOW
• 12:30 ET/9:30am PT – XBOX: A New Generation of Games Revealed Press Conference
• 2pm ET/11am PT – ALL ACCESS COVERAGE (Exclusive demos, interviews, debuts, and more)
• 4pm ET/1pm PT – EA Press Conference
• 5pm ET/2pm PT – ALL ACCESS COVERAGE (Exclusive demos, interviews, debuts, and more)

Online via GAMETRAILERS.COM, GT iOS app, GT Xbox Live app

• 5:30pm ET/2:30pm PT – ALL ACCESS COVERAGE (Exclusive demos, interviews, debuts, and more)
• 6pm ET/3pm PST – Ubisoft Press Conference
• 7:15pm ET/4:15pm PT – ALL ACCESS COVERAGE (Exclusive demos, interviews, debuts, and more)
• 9pm ET/6pm PT – Sony Press Conference

Online via GAMETRAILERS.COM, GT iOS app, GT Xbox Live app

• Noon ET/9:00am PT – ALL ACCESS COVERAGE (Exclusive demos, interviews, debuts, and more)
• 1pm ET/10am PT – Nintendo Hour
• 2pm ET/11am PT – ALL ACCESS COVERAGE (Exclusive demos, interviews, debuts, and more)

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  Farce Ocean 3: Wings to Another Time
Posted by: ClaudeLv250 - 04-26-2013, 02:27 AM - Forum: Claude's House of Pain! - No Replies

[FONT=&amp]Introduction:[/FONT][FONT=&amp] I am a huge Star Ocean fan, to say the least, and have been ever since I played Star Ocean: The Second Story in 1999. I like to write, fan fiction included. I?ve been trying for ages to write the right Star Ocean piece. I actually have a few unfinished things sitting around (like Star Ocean Zero) that may see the light of day. But here we are with ?Farce Ocean 3.?[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]To get a bit more on topic, I originally envisioned Farce Ocean as a series of straight parodies of each Star Ocean. That idea evolved into alternate takes on their narratives. You will see what I mean when the story really gets started.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]Summary:[/FONT][FONT=&amp] If anyone knows me, they know that I am not a huge fan of Sophia Esteed. Instead of writing a bash fic like a lot of people would, I decided to explore the character from another viewpoint. This is an ode to Star Ocean 3, an alternate novelization, and an attempt to flesh out and give Sophia more of a role in the storyline. This is a story that adds a layer of uncertainty to the tale we all know, peppered with a bit of my personality. I hope you enjoy the ride back to SD 772.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]Disclaimer:[/FONT][FONT=&amp] Star Ocean and all related properties belong to tri-Ace/Square Enix. I guess the only thing I own here is...myself?[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]NOTE:[/FONT][FONT=&amp] To those that have read this before, this is a NEW prologue. What used to be the prologue is now the first chapter.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]Farce Ocean 3[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Wings to Another Time[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]by ClaudeLv250[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]Prologue ? Drifting in the Ocean[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]I had never felt so alone in my life.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]Painted before me was an endless sea of stars glittering against the depths of space, and the only thing protecting me from the cold vacuum was the glass-like canopy of the escape pod. The inner workings of the control pad sprawled before my fingerstips was far beyond my understanding, but the systems were user-friendly enough.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]An Earth-like planet slid into view, its atmosphere slathered in maroon hues and one side of its spherical body cresting with the luminous rays of the sun. The beautiful sight put me at ease...until the auto-pilot announced that it was taking me down for a landing. I wasn?t surprised, of course. This destination was inevitable. But there?s no easy way to prepare someone for their first landing from space.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]I gripped the seat and tightly shut my eyes as the ship broke the atmosphere. It wasn?t as bumpy as I expected, so I gathered some courage to open my eyes again only to find that my view was obscured anyway by the entry into the atmosphere. Once the ship plowed through the cloud barrier, my sight was flooded with the green of a forest, and it was approaching fast![/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]My pod slammed into the ground and only slid a short distance. That wasn?t anywhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be. I grinned and almost laughed...that was sort of fun![/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]I pulled my backpack from between my legs and slide it onto my back. The canopy lifted and I took a deep breath before leaping out of the pod. The short grass crunched beneath my feet. A thin, pretty minute layer of frost was trying to form. I blew into the air and watched the smoke that was my breath dissipate. Before me stood a forest and not far behind where the pod had landed was a ridge overlooking another expanse of trees. The sky was overcast; a wall of grey smothered any signs of the sun. Mountains in the distance kissed the cloudy skies. There was nothing unusual about the environment ? in fact, it could have been on Earth ? and yet, I knew this was an alien planet. I had landed on Vanguard III.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]I turned around and examined the remains of the escape pod. It was trashed for sure. It was only supposed to get me here safely, so I guess it had done its job. A sound pierced my ears, like a plane dropping in altitude but not quite as harsh. I turned and looked up to see another escape pod burst through the clouds. The blue jetfire from its back-thrusters cut out and it plummeted into the forest. The ground quaked and I saw debris fly into the air. That was probably Fayt?s pod, and it hadn?t landed too far from here![/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]Following what could be considered a trail, I sprinted through the forest in the direction of the crashed pod. I found an escape pod identical to my own perched atop a few downed trees. That was odd...this definitely didn?t look like the same crash site as Fayt?s pod in the game, but this was real life so I just accepted that there were more details than what sprites and polygons could convey.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]As the pod?s canopy lifted, I eagerly awaited for Fayt to emerge. What I saw first were the long locks of a brunette, before my sight locked with the teal eyes of...[/FONT]


[FONT=&amp]She had abandoned the hair-in-a-bun look, but it was still the one and only Sophia Esteed. ?Claude? You made it here too!?[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]I grabbed her hand without realizing it and helped her navigate down from atop the trees. You may be wondering about what she meant by ?too,? and how we could have possibly crossed paths beforehand. For that, I would have to go a ways back. You see...[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]?Is Fayt here too?? Sophia asked suddenly, cutting through my thoughts.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]I looked into the gray sky. No more pods had emerged, and I realized what that really meant. Only one person was supposed to land on Vanguard III. Taking myself out of the equation as the true anomaly in this situation, that meant that that one person had been Sophia instead of Fayt. Somehow, my presence had disrupted the natural chain of events. We were in deep.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]?I think we?re the only ones,? I admitted reluctantly, my voice nearly a whisper. Sophia?s eyes widened with fear. [/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]But before I can even begin to wade through the mess I had landed into, there?s time for just a bit of reflection. They say that before you know where you?re going, you have to know where you?ve been. So, about how I met Sophia...to begin, I?d have to go a ways back, like I said before...to the moment before I was pulled out of the life I knew and dumped into another universe at the random will of a super-being, like a fish out of water, ironically drifting through the star ocean...[/FONT]

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  A Link to the Past sequel announced for 3DS
Posted by: ClaudeLv250 - 04-17-2013, 10:03 PM - Forum: The Arcade - Replies (4)

The best Zelda gets a direct sequel!


Miyamoto talked about remaking LttP but I didn't expect a sequel. LttP perfected the Zelda formula, I can't imagine what a game built directly off of it as a sequel could do.

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  Duck Tales Remastered!!
Posted by: Cap - 03-22-2013, 11:52 PM - Forum: The Arcade - Replies (3)

Duck Tales Remastered!!
Coming to XBL, PSN and WiiU this Summer!!


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  Playstation 4 announced
Posted by: ClaudeLv250 - 02-20-2013, 03:36 AM - Forum: The Arcade - Replies (12)


Playstation meeting today, big show, lots of attention, will be livestreamed. Starts at 6PM eastern.

There's no way the the PS4/Orbis/whatever isn't announced here.

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  Soul of a Smasher Vol. II: Nocturne of Samus
Posted by: ClaudeLv250 - 02-17-2013, 04:16 AM - Forum: Claude's House of Pain! - Replies (5)

Soul of a Smasher Vol. II: Nocturne of Samus
By ClaudeLv250
Introduction: I’ve been mulling over this saga for a while before fleshing it out. I always wanted to try writing a SSB story from a different angle and continuity than my main SSB series, Kirby’s Insane Journey. From the corners of my imagination came Soul of a Smasher, a slightly darker, more serious story.
Summary: This is the second story of the series, following Minuet of Link. While Link’s story isn’t over, it’s time to introduce another major character. Samus Crowe is a cop in Centropolis with the feeling that she was destined for greater things, but she had no idea how true that was when the Smash Brotherhood shows up amidst stirred up memories of her past life as galactic bounty hunter Samus Aran. It is time to reawaken the Chozo’s chosen one.
If you are new to the saga, I suggest reading Volume I: Minuet of Link. Things will make A LOT more sense that way.
Disclaimer: Samus, Super Smash Bros. and all related characters and properties belong to Nintendo and are used without permission. Sonic the Hedgehog is property of Sega. Don’t sue me, I just like to write! All original characters and material are my creations. If I borrow something from other authors, I’ll note it in the chapter.
Prologue – Dark Spaces
It began with a distress signal.
It always begins with a distress signal.
The distinct orange hull of Samus Aran’s gunship gleamed under the distant star as it approached the drifting wreckage of a frigate. Three prongs of different length formed one end of the vessel, while the other end was flat and cylindrical, giving it a unique design completely unfamiliar to the bounty huntress.
Samus guided her ship to a graceful landing upon the external deck. She rode the elevator mechanism as it extruded from the gunship’s bottom, with one thought thoroughly implanted in the back of her mind as she approached the frigate’s entrance: derelict ships often carried dark secrets within their ruined confines. She was quite familiar with that.
The blue light emitting from the door’s inner frame died out as if welcoming her as she approached, and the five metal panels composing it slid into the walls. The hunter cautiously stepped into the nondescript room as the door closed behind her. The airlock was working; that was a good sign of survivors.
A poorly lit, split hallway greeted Samus on the other side of the airlock’s door. She hazarded a guess and took the left path. The cacophonic moan of shifting metal permeated throughout the vessel’s haunting atmosphere; there was no telling what was left intact after the cataclysm that befell the ship and its crew.
Missile fire destroyed the debris blocking the doorway and Samus entered what resembled a bridge deck, devoid of life and scarcely lit by the emergency lights scattered about. Four rows of computers lined the command center. A quick glance about told her that she would be wasting her time if she was looking for the living here.
With her curiosity piqued, Samus decided to check the computers for clues. Most had been damaged beyond repair, but a computer at the end of a station flickered with power when prompted. Her visor scanned and interacted with the files that were on the uncorrupted partitions of the hard disk, and skimmed logs detailing the crew’s acquisition and sale of black market weapons. With her scanner, she pried further and opened the last security footage ever taken aboard the ship.
Short, white-skinned beings with long skulls scuttled onto the deck before being mowed down by a unit of elite pirates. Samus recognized the aliens as the elusive Krintorians, and she easily put together the events preceding the video: the Krintorians tried to sell weapons to the Space Pirates and, living up to their name, the pirates simply stormed the ship and took the weapons for themselves.
“Never make deals with Space Pirates,” she warned them posthumously.
Samus continued to watch the footage in silence as the Space Pirates retrieved the bodies of their victims for reasons she cared not to ponder on. Her eyes flickered upon the recording date nestled within the corner of the video. It was obviously set to the Krintorian calendar and with a simple protocol, was translated to Standard Galactic Time. The gaze behind her visor widened in realization.
“This wreckage has been here for years...”
The screech of metal emanated from the bowels of the ship once more. A red haze filled the room as an intense beam of heat ripped through the metal flooring and sliced through the equipment with minimal effort. Samus dove to the side as the beam tore its way towards her, and found her footing slip away as the floor collapsed beneath her.
Samus dropped into a large hallway and hit the floor in a kneeling pose. She held her position, using her heightened senses to detect her enemy. The walls around her took on the glow of flames; looking back, Samus saw a massive fireball engulf the end of the hallway and shoot in her direction.
Hurdling fallen debris, the bounty huntress ran with the added speed of her suit’s Speed Booster module. With a leap forward, she plowed through wreckage blocking the hall’s exit and slid into the hub of the ship’s long-deserted living quarters. Samus rolled aside as the fireball erupted through the doorway.
A flaming figure was jettisoned from the center of the blast and rolled to a crumpling halt near the center of the room. Samus’s instincts warned her of approaching the burning mound, and were ultimately right. The mound unfurled and stood straight up. Under the low light, Samus could discern the curves of a woman, and an unnatural sheen to her skin. Trailing linens adorned her body in tantalizing places, the fabric flawless even after exposure to flames.
She started towards the bounty huntress, placing one bare foot ahead of the other in a slow, deliberate stride. The room was filled with her presence, an otherworldly atmosphere about her...perhaps even demonic.
Through all the spacefaring, I’ve never met anything quite like this...
“Hello, Miss Aran,” she greeted through the shawl around her face, her voice cold and biting. “Your reputation certainly precedes you. The tales of your exploits are so miraculous that you are considered a cosmic fable amongst the grunts of the galaxy.” The woman stopped in her tracks as Samus’s arm cannon found its aim placed upon her. “Did I say something wrong?”
“You’re not saying much of anything for someone that just emerged from a fireball in a derelict ship,” Samus replied.
“Where are my manners? I’m Avira, and it is Father’s wishes that I undo you.”
“Get in line,” Samus remarked flippantly. “I am the enemy of entire races. Neither you nor your father are a special case.”
“Ah, but we are. You must be eliminated not because of what you have done, but what you can potentially do. And who am I to disobey Father’s wishes? It would be an honor to reduce the legendary Samus Aran to ashes.”
Any more talking was a commodity Samus could not afford now that she was deeply ensnared within the trap laid by her mysterious adversary. She had escaped from tighter scrapes than this, but if it was a fight Avira wanted, it was one she would get in spades.
Avira held up her right arm, revealing a golden bracelet tightly hugging her wrist. The bracelet erupted in flames, expanding into a ring of fire large enough for the woman to grip in her free hand. She tossed it like a burning chakram slicing through the veil of night.
Samus leapt aside as the ring of fire whirled toward her at startling speeds. She fired three shots of the power beam into Avira’s stomach, watching each one ricochet in futility before she landed on her feet.
The chakram of fire embedded into the wall before exploding, pelting Samus with flaming shrapnel. Avira used the distraction to close the distance and grabbed Samus, hoisting her into the air with one arm and tossing her like a ragdoll into the opposite wall.
“I don’t need a suit for my feats of strength,” Avira jeered, refusing even a glance upon the fallen huntress. “Mortals are so easily outclassed, even with their toys.”
“I have a remedy for pyromaniacs,” Samus murmured as she picked herself up. The tip of her arm cannon flared up with an icy blue globe of energy; a thin layer of frost slithered its way along the length.
A subzero burst from the fully charged Ice Beam engulfed Avira’s legs, cementing her to the floor. Samus quickly followed up with an impressive somersault through the air, her body crackling with the whirling, coarse energy of the Screw Attack module. She came down upon the demon woman, her spinning body drilling Avira into the ground until the flooring gave out and they plummeted into the chamber below.
Samus launched a grapple beam, using the tethering wire to grip a catwalk. Avira slammed against the metal of the large but long defunct generator meant to power that quadrant of the vessel. She bounced hard off of the surface but landed on her feet with the grace of a wildcat, and had already summoned several more chakrams.
Samus evacuated the catwalk with a quick leap before the barrage of fiery chakrams reduced it to metal shavings. She twisted her body, evading more chakrams before using her aerial momentum to land a dropkick into Avira’s face. Her opponent was reeling, and she chanced the opportunity by firing a missile that launched Avira through the metal plating of the large generator.
No more than a few seconds had passed before a crude spear of flames soared out of the hole and punctured the right shoulder of the power suit. The spear exploded, blowing apart one of the spherical shoulder guards that were characteristic of Samus’s appearance. She knelt in pain, feeling the exposed circuitry and inner shell of the armor.
The suits internal systems shrieked in alarm and her visor bombarded her with information at a frantic pace; her energy tanks had been depleted by over a third from that damage. If Avira was holding back and that was only a fraction of her power, Samus knew she had to end the fight as soon as possible.
Avira climbed out of the hole in the generator. “Bitch,” she snarled through her sharp teeth, the shawl around her face obliterated from the missile. The thin, pointed face of a woman looked upon Samus with scorn through the reptilian slits of her bright amber eyes over high cheek bones. Samus understood the oddity of Avira’s appearance in the low light; her skin was covered in olive colored scales, which also explained her resilience.
“I was going to incinerate you and be done with it, but now you deserve whatever torture I settle on. Father never said you had to die quickly.” She opened her hands and unleashed a jet stream of flames upon Samus. Even the protective power of the Varia suit faltered under the intense barrage of heat.
Activating the Morph Ball, Samus curled her body into a sphere and rolled between Avira’s legs with a burst of speed, leaving a small bomb behind before unfurling. Avira leapt through the bomb’s blast and extended ebony claws from her hands, raking them through Samus’s chest piece with little effort. The huntress stumbled back, pivoted on one foot and slammed Avira’s face with a wheel kick.
Avira held her hands parallel to one another, summoning a spear of fire energy in her grip. She made a quick jab, scraping Samus’s abdomen and piercing the skin below the armor. A burning pain spread outward from the wound; Samus felt as if liquid fire had entered her bloodstream. She fought off the pain and hooked her left arm under Avira’s, grabbing the woman by her neck. Samus lifted her into the air and slammed her into the ground; the spear escaped Avira’s grasp and its volatile energy erupted once it touched the floor. The resulting blast blew the combatants away.
“That was a good spear!” Avira’s face was scorched but she did not seem too much worse for wear. “This is taking too long,” she declared with a frustrated sigh. “Unlike some of my siblings, I’m smart enough to always have a backup plan.”
She snapped her fingers.
“EMERGENCY!” a monotonous voice blared throughout the ship. “SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE ACTIVATED. EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Avira’s lipless mouth curled into a grin. “Are you shocked? You should be used to this turn of events; things have a tendency to self-destruct around you.”
“The fact that I’m here now should have been your first hint that this trick never works,” Samus remarked.
Avira pulled hard at an invisible wire; a glowing whip of pure heat energy ensnared Samus at her feet before coiling up the rest of her body. The bounty huntress toppled over as she struggled with the constricting binds. Her adversary crouched and watched with a fascinated intensity, though she kept her distance.
“I’m shocked that you’re sticking around to the bitter end,” Samus said, fighting the whip. The heat seared against the suit and threatened to eat through it with prolonged exposure.
“I’ll stay as long as I need to,” Avira told her with a fixated gaze. “It’s efficiency and curiosity. I want to know if you’ll succumb first to strangulation by the Salamander’s Tongue or vaporization from the ship.”
The metal of the suit cracked and popped under pressure, and its systems warned Samus of the constant damage it suffered. It gripped the contours of her armor relentlessly, a fact that gave her an idea. It was risky, and she had maybe a second at most to pull it off, but it was her only chance.
Her arm cannon whirred to life, once again encrusted in frost. Avira chuckled; the cannon was in no position to aim where it counted.
In a flash of light, Samus deactivated the Power Suit, revealing the lithe body of the blonde woman inside of it. Samus pushed back against the metal floor, sliding out of the bonds and to her freedom. The searing whip grazed her blue Zero Suit as she escaped, but tangled uselessly in her absence.
She reactivated the Power Suit, her arm cannon still fully charged. Avira was slammed by the full power of the Ice Spreader, carrying her body through the air and imprisoning her against the wall where a thick sheet of ice grew on impact.
Samus gave her opponent a mock-salute before running the perimeter of the circular room to build speed. With the Speed Booster, she shot through the air and back into the residential area. Keeping the momentum, Samus ran back the way she came and leapt through the ruined bridge where Avira first initiated the encounter. The innards of the ship contorted noisily in spite of its impending demise...or perhaps because of it.
Escaping the airlock, Samus dashed for her ship. The autopilot kicked in just as she entered, pulling her away to safety before she could even reach the console. She strapped herself in as the Krintorian’s vessel began a series of spectacular explosions in the distance. Whoever decided a self-destruct feature should be mandatory for ships had inadvertently made her life hell more than once.
Samus deactivated her suit; thankfully, it was not beyond repair. She rubbed the side where the burning spear cut through her armor and pierced her skin. There was a dull, burning pain shooting through her body from the wound. She dressed it with antibiotics and a transparent, blue medical gel that sealed it shut.
Leaning back into her cockpit’s chair, Samus pushed the cavalcade of thoughts to the back corners of her mind. She would not worry about the odd appearance and origins of Avira, or the fact that she narrowly escaped yet another derelict ship that was a deathtrap in disguise. Now was a time of rest, and her closing eyes embraced the warm and comforting darkness of a rest well-deserved.
I’ve seen this time and time again, haven’t I? Rest for the weary. The same story.
...Who is this?
“Samus, wake up.”
I recognize the voice...that’s right, I understand now. I’ve been in this dream once before. And many like it. This is not real, no matter how visceral every moment, every feeling is.
“Oh, it’s very real. And I’ll open the door to truth, if that is what you seek.”

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