Post by dark on Apr 14, 2012 21:43:20 GMT -5
Darkness - that was all she had ever really known, and all she ever really would know. Even during her ealiest moments, the earliest memories that she could recall of the light, something had always seemed off, wrong, out of place, and those memories seemed like they had been from a lifetime ago, from a different individual with a different life, and it had been there that the darkness had found her. What few moments of the light flickering during those moments had been drowned out by black, but it was not something that she had feared - she knew that the being should have been afraid, at least on some instinctual level even if it had been incapable of complex thought, but it had been too consumed by a hunger so basic that it permeated even those memories, a tangible feeling even now. Rather than fleeing it had embraced the black nothingness, consuming it all even as it grew both around and inside of her, the creature herself growing along with it. For the longest time it had been a simple monotony of memories and events, so monotonous that they all seemed to blend together into a mere few minutes.
And then there had been pain. Pain so blinding and a rage so powerful that even now it consumed her very being, and it had been there that she had become self aware, been born into the world, had finally been able to recall memories and thoughts her own rather than that of some other thing that had come before her. Even despite not thinking of those memories as her own, though, they still controlled her - they were an inseperable part of her very being, just as the very substance she sought to consume was. A paradox, really, and one that she didn't quite understand herself, but she didn't need to - she knew full well what would happen if she was deprived of the toxic substance her very being was made of, and she had no desire to travel down that path again, especially with the loss of Phaaze.
The very thought of the loss, though already several years old, filled Dark Samus with yet another wave of mixed pain and rage, both at herself for failing to protect what had been rightfully hers and at the being that had been responsible for it all, the gold clad doppleganger that had been present in all of her memories since birth - the being who had undone her on several occasions, each time more painful than the last. If nothing else, though Dark Samus was strong, and she knew it - she had returned from each encounter more powerful than before, but that wouldn't continue to happen if she kept exepriencing that undying death without more Phazon to replenish her body with after each time. It had been that purpose, that sole objective that had been her sole reason for existance for the past four years - the most basic of instincts, that of self preservation, something that all living things, regardless of how they were born possessed.
She had started out slowly, of course - Dark Samus was intelligent and learned from her mistakes. Without another source of Phazon in the universe she'd known it'd only be a matter of time before she faded away into something reminiscent of nothing more than a specter, and it had been with that thought in mind that she'd carefully worked to avoid attracting the Federation's attention or that of the being that the Pirates had named her after - she'd worked slowly but surely, spreading her poison to where she could on the world she'd been "reborn" on. It had taken a while, during which time she had encountered what she'd originally thought to be the world's natives, but after a time she had realized that she was far beyond the Federation's reach - the few of them that she'd managed to corrupt knew nothing of the government. Faced with that realization Dark Samus had accelerated her plans, once again confident in the fact that they would not find her or be able to stop her in time. That being said, patience had never been one of Dark Samus's strengths, and a short time after that she'd begin searching for mention of other worlds to corrupt, raiding the world's spaceports until she managed to steal a vessel and travel to its last destination - the world she was currently on, one by the name of "Earth".
She could not have been happier, if such a concept had even existed in her mind. A prespaceflight world, beyond the Federation's notice and reach, and even better technologically primitive enough to pose no real threat to her beyond a handful of individuals but advanced enough to make "use" of Phazon. From that point on it'd been a simple matter of corrupting the landscape, seeding Phazon where she could until she'd attracted the attention of one of them, a foolish one who believed he could control the substance. While Dark Samus had initially viewed him with a certain degree of disdain, he had proved far more useful and resourceful than she'd originally thought possible, and was proving to be an incredibly effective tool. That being said, though, he still had his limits, and after several months of waiting Dark Samus had decided to make another move of her own, without consulting him.
Arms tucked to her sides as she cut through the air like a neon blue missile, Dark Samus saw her destination approaching her from below - two very large, distinctive steam stacks protruding from a low lying building in the desert hardpan, on the outskirts of the nearby city that the facility provided power to, a mid sized river carving a path in the ground beside the complex. Primitive as they may have been, they had clearly seen her approaching them, and the facility was indeed guarded - as Dark Samus began descending down towards a courtyard in front of the complex that housed many of the facility's vehicles projectile weapons' fire erupted from the ground to meet her, for the most part doing nothing beyond eliciting a slight spark on her armored shell as a bullet shattered upon impact. A low, echoing laugh building in her throat at the utter futility of their defense, the Phazon being cut her flight ability, letting gravity and momentum take her as she curled into a fetal position, an opaque, shifting mass of blue forming a protective sphere around her moments before she impacted the ground - upon landing the sphere detonated, a blue shockwave racing outwards from her and sending cars, pavement, concrete and people alike flying.
Slowly and calmly standing up and covered in rapidly subsiding electrical blue discharges, Dark Samus briefly surveyed the damage around her before beginning a calm walk towards the facility - the parking lot was in ruins, with scorched concrete, twisted wreckage that was once cars and military personel barely recognizable due to radiation burns and blunt trauma scattered towards the edges of the lot. A good entrance, but nothing more - that hadn't even been a warm up for her, but it didn't matter. She hadn't gone there to fight - the humanoid had a far more specific objective in mind, and wasn't about to let anything stand in her way.
