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[#139] Navigation (Metroid Series)
Theme Prompt: 139 - Getting Lost
Title: Navigation
Fandom: Metroid Series
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 740
Summary: Samus Aran is not lost. She just needs to find a path from where she is to where she needs to be.
Samus Aran was not lost. She knew exactly where she was, and exactly where she wanted to be.
Unfortunately, those were two different locations, and the path between them was…convoluted.
The abandoned city had probably once been easy to navigate, but historical devastation followed by centuries of disuse had turned bridges into shattered drop-offs and roads into tangled, twisted death traps. Most of the streets were buried under rubble, and the ones that weren’t were covered in plant growth, making them hard to follow even when the plants weren’t dangerously carnivorous (which, she’d already found, some of them were). A route would seem promising, only to dead-end in a towering wall of unstable stone. There had once been navigation guides scattered around the perimeter, likely to assist visitors, but she had yet to find a single working one.
Her suit communicator blipped a reminder that the ship scan had located an energy signal matching her current assignment. She dismissed it with a faintly irritated click; she knew where the energy signal was.
She stood in what had probably once been the entrance hall of a massive building, before something had torn the roof off and left it open to the elements. If it had ever had signs, they had long since vanished, but given its size, central location, and apparently dramatic entryway, she thought it had probably been some kind of temple or government building once. She could see signs of a second floor, or at least a balcony, along the walls, though she wasn’t sure it would hold her weight even if she did jump to it. The floor was little more than a field of sand, blown into a small hill on the south side of the room. The only surviving fixture was a long-dried fountain, roughly in the center of the room; a tree had grown up through it to a respectable height and then died, recently enough to fill what was left of the fountain with dead leaves.
Cheerful, she thought wryly.
There were no apparent exits, besides the way she’d come in, even though the easiest route to the energy signal would have taken her straight through the temple. Most of the walls were lined with rubble, though some of it looked weak enough to shoot through – assuming there was something on the other side, which judging from the state of this room, seemed unlikely.
Something squawked harshly in the distance. Samus stood very still and tuned her helmet sensors to track the sound; the way it echoed and bounced off stone walls made it difficult to triangulate, but after a moment of scanning, the auditory tracking system informed her that the sound had in fact come from deeper in the temple. There was plenty of space on the other side of that wall, if only she could get to it.
Well, that was what explosives were for, wasn’t it?
Unfortunately, despite looking like a strong breeze would blow them over, the walls were annoyingly intact up close. She ran painstaking scans over every inch, looking for a weak point that could be destroyed without taking down the entire wall, and came up empty.
There was surely something. There must have been a way in once, after all, and unless someone had deliberately blocked off all the entrances (unlikely, considering that she’d found one without looking particularly hard), it should still be a weak point. She even backtracked out to the street where she had found the original temple entrance, checking to see if there might be another door she had missed that would lead into a different section. There was not.
Once again, her suit helpfully blipped a reminder of the energy signal’s location. She shut it down, gave the wall one last look, and glanced up at the sky.
Night was falling, and once it did, this planet’s local fauna would be out in force. She could fight her way through them, if she had to – but they were just animals doing what came naturally, and she would prefer not to kill them if she didn’t have to.
Marking the temple entrance on her map for future reference, she turned and made her way back along the winding, treacherous path that led to her ship. She would find a different way around – or, if it turned out that no other way existed, she would at least look at this one with fresh eyes.
Title: Navigation
Fandom: Metroid Series
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 740
Summary: Samus Aran is not lost. She just needs to find a path from where she is to where she needs to be.
Samus Aran was not lost. She knew exactly where she was, and exactly where she wanted to be.
Unfortunately, those were two different locations, and the path between them was…convoluted.
The abandoned city had probably once been easy to navigate, but historical devastation followed by centuries of disuse had turned bridges into shattered drop-offs and roads into tangled, twisted death traps. Most of the streets were buried under rubble, and the ones that weren’t were covered in plant growth, making them hard to follow even when the plants weren’t dangerously carnivorous (which, she’d already found, some of them were). A route would seem promising, only to dead-end in a towering wall of unstable stone. There had once been navigation guides scattered around the perimeter, likely to assist visitors, but she had yet to find a single working one.
Her suit communicator blipped a reminder that the ship scan had located an energy signal matching her current assignment. She dismissed it with a faintly irritated click; she knew where the energy signal was.
She stood in what had probably once been the entrance hall of a massive building, before something had torn the roof off and left it open to the elements. If it had ever had signs, they had long since vanished, but given its size, central location, and apparently dramatic entryway, she thought it had probably been some kind of temple or government building once. She could see signs of a second floor, or at least a balcony, along the walls, though she wasn’t sure it would hold her weight even if she did jump to it. The floor was little more than a field of sand, blown into a small hill on the south side of the room. The only surviving fixture was a long-dried fountain, roughly in the center of the room; a tree had grown up through it to a respectable height and then died, recently enough to fill what was left of the fountain with dead leaves.
Cheerful, she thought wryly.
There were no apparent exits, besides the way she’d come in, even though the easiest route to the energy signal would have taken her straight through the temple. Most of the walls were lined with rubble, though some of it looked weak enough to shoot through – assuming there was something on the other side, which judging from the state of this room, seemed unlikely.
Something squawked harshly in the distance. Samus stood very still and tuned her helmet sensors to track the sound; the way it echoed and bounced off stone walls made it difficult to triangulate, but after a moment of scanning, the auditory tracking system informed her that the sound had in fact come from deeper in the temple. There was plenty of space on the other side of that wall, if only she could get to it.
Well, that was what explosives were for, wasn’t it?
Unfortunately, despite looking like a strong breeze would blow them over, the walls were annoyingly intact up close. She ran painstaking scans over every inch, looking for a weak point that could be destroyed without taking down the entire wall, and came up empty.
There was surely something. There must have been a way in once, after all, and unless someone had deliberately blocked off all the entrances (unlikely, considering that she’d found one without looking particularly hard), it should still be a weak point. She even backtracked out to the street where she had found the original temple entrance, checking to see if there might be another door she had missed that would lead into a different section. There was not.
Once again, her suit helpfully blipped a reminder of the energy signal’s location. She shut it down, gave the wall one last look, and glanced up at the sky.
Night was falling, and once it did, this planet’s local fauna would be out in force. She could fight her way through them, if she had to – but they were just animals doing what came naturally, and she would prefer not to kill them if she didn’t have to.
Marking the temple entrance on her map for future reference, she turned and made her way back along the winding, treacherous path that led to her ship. She would find a different way around – or, if it turned out that no other way existed, she would at least look at this one with fresh eyes.
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