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[#120] Offline (Metroid Prime)
Theme Prompt: 120 - Technical Difficulties
Title: Offline
Fandom: Metroid Prime
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 381
Summary: Samus Aran's mission starts with losses.
The error messages arrived in a steady stream, like the background beat of a hated song.
Offline. Offline. Offline. Offline. Offline.
It wasn't unfamiliar. Samus had lost tech before - regularly, actually, some to enemies who thought negating her tech meant negating her abilities and some to the sort of wear and tear that was normal for anything being dragged across galaxies and back. She knew how to repair and rebuild the simpler pieces, and the complicated ones could sometimes be replaced or retrieved if stolen.
But it was very, very unpleasant.
Leftover static rippled through her suit, sending jolts through her limbs and down her spine. She gritted her teeth and ignored the pins-and-needles prickling. The base suit was still mostly intact, and it would reset itself soon enough.
She tried to ignore the scrolling error messages and focus on the map beyond them. There wasn't much to it. Most of the Chozo records she had access to dated from before 'The Great Poison' (whatever that was - she wasn't looking forward to finding out) and the Galactic Federation records were limited. Any information she brought back from this mission would probably be a welcome addition to the archives.
But first she had to survive that long, and as she watched reports of damaged and offline weapons scroll across her HUD, that sounded like more and more of a challenge.
Her ship settled down on Tallon IV's surface with a rattle and jolt that made her wince. The ship was going to need repair too, and the rain she could see misting the viewscreen wasn't going to make that easy either.
Minimal weapons. Minimal armor. Broken ship. No map. No data on local threats. Entirely too much data about the space pirates that would be coming down to the surface after her, if they weren't already there. Impossible odds and minimal chances of success.
Samus squared her shoulders and dismissed the last of the error messages, resetting her HUD to clear any further alerts. Technical difficulties didn't matter. This was her job. If she couldn't do it, weapons or no weapons, suit or no suit, she didn't deserve her title.
Without a backward glance, she strode toward the ship's ramp. She would figure out the technical problems on the move.
Title: Offline
Fandom: Metroid Prime
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 381
Summary: Samus Aran's mission starts with losses.
The error messages arrived in a steady stream, like the background beat of a hated song.
Offline. Offline. Offline. Offline. Offline.
It wasn't unfamiliar. Samus had lost tech before - regularly, actually, some to enemies who thought negating her tech meant negating her abilities and some to the sort of wear and tear that was normal for anything being dragged across galaxies and back. She knew how to repair and rebuild the simpler pieces, and the complicated ones could sometimes be replaced or retrieved if stolen.
But it was very, very unpleasant.
Leftover static rippled through her suit, sending jolts through her limbs and down her spine. She gritted her teeth and ignored the pins-and-needles prickling. The base suit was still mostly intact, and it would reset itself soon enough.
She tried to ignore the scrolling error messages and focus on the map beyond them. There wasn't much to it. Most of the Chozo records she had access to dated from before 'The Great Poison' (whatever that was - she wasn't looking forward to finding out) and the Galactic Federation records were limited. Any information she brought back from this mission would probably be a welcome addition to the archives.
But first she had to survive that long, and as she watched reports of damaged and offline weapons scroll across her HUD, that sounded like more and more of a challenge.
Her ship settled down on Tallon IV's surface with a rattle and jolt that made her wince. The ship was going to need repair too, and the rain she could see misting the viewscreen wasn't going to make that easy either.
Minimal weapons. Minimal armor. Broken ship. No map. No data on local threats. Entirely too much data about the space pirates that would be coming down to the surface after her, if they weren't already there. Impossible odds and minimal chances of success.
Samus squared her shoulders and dismissed the last of the error messages, resetting her HUD to clear any further alerts. Technical difficulties didn't matter. This was her job. If she couldn't do it, weapons or no weapons, suit or no suit, she didn't deserve her title.
Without a backward glance, she strode toward the ship's ramp. She would figure out the technical problems on the move.