The Galactic Federation cruiser Nova Lord disintegrates in the upper atmosphere of the planet Arcterra as it is dwarfed out by Dark Samus’ flagship, the Annihilator. The cruiser was on a mission to attack the flagship. However, it underestimated the ship’s firepower, and was promptly captured after a brief skirmish. A laser shot rings out aboard the bridge of the Annihilator, and is followed instantaneously by the collapse of a Galactic Federation prisoner to the floor, a black scorch between his eyes. Weavel swings his pistol back into his holster, as Sylux silently forces Federation commando Ron Wyatt to his knees. The bridge doors open, revealing three ominous characters: Noxus, Trace, and Dark Samus herself. Wyatt stared into Dark Samus’ eyes. The red glow omitting from her black-silver helmet stared back. Dark Samus’ eyes could not be seen; her hate, greed, and power-hungry nature had caused her eyes to turn to a shade of bright crimson red, so bright her eyes were invisible to all who look upon her. “Why hesitate? Just finish this.” Wyatt says with unease. Dark Samus walks slowly to him, raising her left hand against his face, calmly stroking it. “In time, Wyatt. In time. First…I need something from you. Something precious…” Dark Samus cackled over her vocoder. The dark figure takes a couple of steps in front of Wyatt, before releasing a heavy sigh. Her tall figure lumbers over to a control console, and she inputs a small code. A hatch opens in the bridge wall, and a Metroid appears. Wyatt glances up, and almost instantly Dark Samus senses the fear sweeping over Wyatt. Metroids were infamous for being some of the deadliest creatures, especially in their younger stages; the deadly claws on their underside latch... ... middle of paper ... ...Her arm cannon opens at the front to reveal a large Kriken Combat Blade, a stainless steel blade capable of cutting through even the strongest materials like butter. The tyrannical figure places her left hand on Wyatt’s shoulder, while stroking the steel blade against his sweat-covered face. Are you going to kill me or not? Or are you to cowardly to do so? Just finish this… Dark Samus continues stroking his face for several moments before taking several steps backs on the bridge floor towards Noxus, Trace, and the other Hunters. After several more agonizingly long moments for Wyatt, Dark Samus swung the killing blow, decapitating Wyatt instantly. The commando’s head falls onto the floor, a blood trail closely following the severed head. Blood spurted out of the corpse’s jugular vein, as Dark Samus stood for several minutes over the fallen commando’s corpse.
and heaves the huge blade at her head. She sees his surprise as his sword
her face. The broken sword in the soldiers hand, which can be seen at the
The heavyweight, airtight bay door of the W.G. Scyld closed. The circular spacecraft detached from the Angel on My Shoulder repair base above Gyth, a tidally locked exoplanet orbiting a red dwarf star. In addition to the light sails retracting, the Scyld’s ion thrusters simultaneously fired a short burst as the ship moved away toward the Einstein-Rosen Dark Matter Bridge.
"Get over here!" The angered and scratchy voice bellows from deep within the strong, mean-spirited ninja. The ninja throws forth a blade that is fastened to the end of a long, black rope. The sharp point of the spear pierces the skin and takes root deep within the stomach of a screaming, young woman. Blood splatters from the impact, and the ninja forcefully retrieves the blade by pulling on the rope to which it is attached. The shrieking, young woman is lurched forward, attached still to the steel blade and without the ability to defend herself. Currently, she stands paralyzed and helpless at the hands of her attacker.
Samus Aran sits in an almost empty room in an office building on the planet Anadyr V. A glowlamp provides the only light in the room, a small aurora near the northwest side of the room. She stares into a HoloVision, watching the recent news. A Galactic Federation cruiser, Nova Lord, has gone missing in the Tetra Galaxy, near the outskirts of the planet Arcterra in the Alimbic Cluster. The last known contact was three days ago, with Federation Commando Ron Wyatt issuing a distress signal, indicating the mysterious faction known as Crimson Hunters was responsible. However, even though the faction is well known, the leader is unknown to anyone but Crimson Hunters members, as prisoners captured by the faction have never made it out alive to date.
Jake squinted and reached a hand to Dallas, grabbing his shirt. “Keep her away from me—or I swear—you’re finished.”
...h a large knife in hand. Sam arrives in a nick of time right before Norman was going for the kill.
“If not before, then do it now,” Ron’s tone is somber and serious. “And be cautious with it.”
“Same thing,” she mumbled into her hands. Toushiro rolled his eyes and walked up to the petite girl, wrapping his arms around her figure. “You really should stop before you get in too deep, though.”
“I do have a plan.”, Wyatt whispered under his breath, “And I can tell you, you won't like it.” Then Wyatt, unexpectedly,
“Yes or no?” he murmured ever so softly. Andrew nodded and Neil let his hand fall, pressing his palm against Andrew’s cheek lightly.
“Are you ready?” Cal Hawkins asks his girlfriend, Quinn Black. The two of them share an affinity with the past and are able, especially when joining their hands and focus together, to view events that have happened in the past. He sits down on the rug in front of his couch and reaches for her hands. Surrounding them, sitting on various pieces of furniture or the floor, are their friends.. the four men and women who are in this whole mess with them.
Breaking from his gaze, the hunter steeled himself and slowly pulled back the bolt, sure as to not alert the behemoth with the pronounced clack of the rifle’s metal. Inching his hand to the strap atop of his heart, sliding the lengthy brass cartridge from the cloth and pushed it into the chamber of the rifle. Pushing forward the bolt, he brought it back down and leveled the steel at the back and front with one another.
The man dropped the gun and pulled out a knife in fear in order to engage her in melee
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