Metroid - The Deepest Anger
Metroid; it's one of my favorite video game series. In honor of it, I decided to write an e-novel. It's basically a prequel. It gives the information and what happened before Zero Mission. I hope you all enjoy.
-Chandler
METROID – THE DEEPEST ANGER
The moon Judin brightened the night of, according to human studies, December 28th, 3267. All was well with an alien race known to itself and others as the Chozo. Although quiet and antisocial, they were friendly and never meant any harm in any way. Many years before, the Chozo had visited our planet Dengel to make a peace treaty. Our scientists, so far, have not implied a reason why this species could understand every word we speak, and how they know our human languages, but the clues we found so far are absolutely mind-blowing! We never knew about these creatures before, but they treated us like family…
On the night of December 28th, the Chozo were celebrating their planet’s Christmas, known as “greatcelebrate”, which from what the Chozo told us, is Chynizen for “grateful times”. Their king, and also their Pope, Father Krun was gladly helping some young Chozo offspring get ready for some big celebration of their Christmas. Krun had spoken a verse from their holy book, and they gathered around a nearby alter. There only seemed to be one altar, but it the biggest altar you might have ever seen. The name of each and every Chozo ever born on their home planet had been engraved on the altar. It seemed as if every space had been filled. Yet, they always managed to find a place to put down their name.
Father Krun held up their holy book, and chanted a special ritual. “Come together now, my children! We shall pay great thanks for these lifelong gifts the Spacian Elders have granted us with! Please hold hands and join me!”
Every Chozo held hands with one another with warm hearts and seemingly happy smiles. However, one Chozo broke away from the group and charged at Father Krun with anger!
“You imbecile! This is not the time for celebrating and giving thanks! We will be tortured and ripped part by part! People, listen to I, Maznr, instead! I know what will occur! The prophecies-“
Father Krun put his arm against Maznr, almost making him fall to the ground. “You know the prophecies have been proven untrue! A great force was to kill the Spacian Elders thousands and thousands of years ago. Look now. The Spacian Elders are alive and well, and we’re celebrating. Whether you like it or not.”
Maznr stood in disbelief. “I would expect the lowly scum to believe everything will be lively and wonderful, but you, Father Krun? Surely, you must know we will lose our heads! Cruelty and-“
This time, Father Krun actually pushed Maznr to the ground, while his robe lightly moved in the slow wind. “Now you will listen!”
“Never, you demonic hellspawn!”
Father Krun became enraged with with Maznr’s unacceptable manners. He pointed his finger to two nearby Chozos. “Tyns, make sure this criminal spends this spirituous night in a guarded palace!”
“Yes, my lord” they both replied. Tyns were a special breed of Chozo. Fifty of each gender were born every 10 years, and were granted to live four times as long as a normal Chozo. However, their purpose was to be in military and help protect the holy and other guardians.
Maznr clawed each Tyn in the face. “I will never follow your ‘holy’ rules!” Maznr then grabbed the broadsword from the first Tyn, and the golden spear from the second. He began charging again towards Father Krun. Then Krun put his hand in the air and created a beam of glowing purple energy. He aimed it towards Maznr, stopping him in midair.
Father Krun slowly walked over to the time-frozen criminal. “I haven’t had to use these powers since the Shadowblood War, but it seems as if I had no choice. You, Maznr, have continuously mistreated and mocked both our race and religion. Therefore, you will kept in the Rain Cell until death!”
Maznr struggled to move, but his muscles wore out very quickly. Tears began rushing from his eyes. “No, please! I beg forgiveness! Please, Father Krun!”
Krun laughed to himself quietly. “Your father tried to use the same scam, my friend. I’m sorry. However, you should be thankful. You’ll get to see your father for the first time in ninety years.”
Maznr now began cursing in an ancient Chozo language. The sobbing had started again. Father Krun just called over the Tyns once again.
“Are you okay, brethren?”
The first Tyn wiped off some dirt from his backside. “We should be. Thank you for helping us, Father Krun.”
The second Tyn came up from the ground, still trying to wipe the little drops of blood on this forehead from the scratch. “Yes, great Krun! We are truly thankful.”
Krun smiled. “I’m glad I could help warriors with such great honor.” Krun turned over to Maznr.
“As for you, I believe your father is waiting for you.” The Tyns grabbed Maznr’s arms and began dragging him to the Rain cell.
The crowd, after seeing what had happened, gave much applause. “Thank you, children. Now, the real ritual shall begin!”
A Chynzian child in the back of the group began coughing. Krun didn’t notice it at first, but it became louder and louder. The child began to start coughing up minimal amounts of blood, but it was enough for Father Krun to be afraid. He took the child, among with the rest of the Chozo, to the Ancient Temple that the altar had been placed.
Father Krun set the child on a small rock ledge inside the temple. He put his hands over the child, seeking the sickness inside it. Krun backed away a few feet, and sighed hopelessly. “I’m sorry, my children, but I’m afraid Maznr was right. The prophecy foretold that danger to our race would never come. That is, unless one of the Chozo had caught a rare disease. Me and the Spacian Elders thought our race was immune. Perhaps this child was born wrong?”
The parents stood up from the ground where they had mourned for their offspring. “W-we are both of the Chozo race! We have no idea how this could have happened.”
Father Krun closed his eyes and grunted. “However it may have happened, all that matters is that it did. This rare disease is known as Evil Crossover. Good beings become evil, and vice versa. It looks as if this child may have encountered with a race we don’t know of. I’m extremely sorry, but we must execute this child before it causes any more trouble.”
The parents rose in disbelief. “No! Not our child! Please; take us instead! Our child doesn’t deserve to go!” The mother put her hand on the child, and Father Krun carefully took it off.
“I’m extremely sympathetic for your two, but if we don’t execute your child immediately, we’ll all die; along with the child. However, I believe in justice, so I will you parents a choice. Let me get rid of the child, or we all die. All the Chozo; wiped from the universe. Speak now.”
The parents began crying uncontrollably. The father fell to the ground and clenched his fists towards the sky. The mother kneeled next to him. She put her head down, then looked over to Father Krun. “Just kill it if you truly must. Please make it quick.”
“As you wish.” Father Krun closed his eyes as a tear rolled down his face…
Five minutes have now passed. All the Chozo lay down in the Temple , waiting for what to do next. They pray, and hope the Spacian Elders guide them…
Father Krun sat by the holy book, waiting for a response. He looked over at the poor child he had just put to death. The parents then looked over at him. Then the father began to quietly speak to Krun.
“Father Krun…I’m sorry to ask, but how are you sympathetic for us? Did you yourself have offspring?”
Krun held back the tears. You could notice he was rejecting his feelings.
“I’m sorry to have asked. Please forgive me.”
“I don’t blame you. I had to execute your own; the least I can do is be honest with you.”
The father let a small smile out. Father Krun knew he was trying to help. He just wasn’t sure if it was exactly helping.
A great beam of light shun the whole entire room! A being seemed to be in the middle of the light. Father Krun noticed the shape: slender, muscular, somewhat the perfect example of a Chozo. It began speaking in a voice that could freeze spines to ice.
“Father Krun…”
“Yes?” Father Krun began trembling in fear, for he does not know what is happening.
“It is I, Spacian Elder Yazanel. I am speaking from the Clouds; this is only a reflection of myself.”
“Yes, of course! Please, speak to us! We really need some support in these moments of our lives!”
“Thank you. As you all know, the prophecy is truly happening; our race is on the verge of extinction. All Chozos outside of religious buildings have been burnt to ashes by some sort of demon.”
Father Krun felt the tears coming back. All of the other Fathers have gone to help the older Chozos. His best of friends: now never to be seen again.
“All we know about the demon is that it has the form of a dragon. Me and the other Spacian Elders have never seen such a creature in all of our eternal lives. Yet, we know we are close to being gone for good. We must do whatever we can!”
The crowd stood up. The Chozos began cheering! But deep inside his heart, Father Krun knew something terrible was going to occur.
“Now, if we just use all…wait, who are you? Please show yourself!” Then a deep, deviant voice filled the land.
“Give me and Koyo the orb. The Life Orb. Hand it over and the your race will be spared.” The crowd became obnoxious. They started screaming and running towards the door. They finally reached the door, but were stopped by a shadowy wall.
“Fools. You think you can run away? Alright then. Go ahead.” Apparently, they took their chance. Each and every one of them, except Father Krun, ran outside. They just kept running and running. Eventually, they had stopped. Father Krun grasped his robe as he saw this draconic being swoop down and take a handful of Chozos with them.
“Get back inside!” Father Krun began to use his sorcery and telekinesis to manipulate the dragon-like creature. All it did was freeze for a short moment, then stare directly at Krun.
The dragon slowly walked over to Father Krun, and picked him up, letting the other Chozos fall to the ground from his horrific feet. It grabbed Father Krun, and brought his body straight to it’s face.
As Father Krun was being squished to death, he was able to notice an emblem carved into the dragon’s neck. “It can’t b..be…”
The dragon began gouging Father Krun’s eyes out, letting the blood flood the ground. “Yes, it is I. The myths and rumors are true. I, Ridley, am a true living space commander. Me and my army of Space Pirates will make sure the rest of your race become useless heaps of skin and muscle.” And Ridley snapped Father Krun’s neck and threw him to the ground. Then off Ridley went to get the Chozos he had kidnapped before. He flew straight up into the night sky as the rest of the Chozos watched in terror.
The parents were lying on the ground, crying. “This would have never happened…”
Another Chozo walked over by them. “What? This would have never happened? People, this is a prophecy! It can be proven untrue for a certain amount of time, but holy predictions eventually become true. Who are you to speak, anyways?”
The parents looked up. The father began speaking softly, “We were never given names. We had found each other and fell immediately in love, even if we didn’t know who or the other were. We wanted to have a child of our own, so that we could give someone the life they deserve; not the hellish ones we were provided with.”
That Chozo closed his eyes, and let out a breath. “Well, I am known as Jhin. Seeing as we are the only Chozos left, we must get that dragon creature somehow. Ridley? I believe that was his name.”
The two stood up. “Before we go…we need names. We were never officially given one by a Father. Please, we beg of you.”
Jhin looked back at them. “You, woman. You’ll be known as Klea. The man will be known as Hallow. Okay? Now just follow me.”
Hallow and Klea seemed very satisfied with their names, and went with Jhin.
As they we were walking, Klea began talking to Jhin. “How exactly shall we find that…Ridley being?”
“Don’t worry, my friend. With my teleportation abilities, even if it takes a while, we should be able to locate Ridley. Does this sound good to you two?”
Both Klea and Hallow nodded.
But when they did, a violet-colored warrior about the size of a Chozo came from behind a corner. As doing so, it pulled out what looked like a plasma weapon. “Stop, in the name of Ridley!”
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