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Operation Letifer: A personal project of.. One who for the time being will not be named, to avoid any future discrepancies towards him. A project intent on creating the "Ultimate War Machine", a herald for the end of wars, yet also the end of lives. A means to create the Ultimate Weapon. I hold no doubts for the goodness of his dream, he is older and wiser than I, after all. My symbol. How could I not?
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We have now begun with the Operation, ensuring at first, we pick and pluck mere animals with "Apex Genes" as he dubbed it. Essentially desirable traits that contribute to a more war-capable entity. So far no accidents nor issues at all.
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It has been a mere several solar days, yet our progress has been furthered exponentially, regardless of the specimens that have already expired. But a mere few deaths of mindless animals is not something anyone should care for.. Yet I cannot shrug something off about it. I will set aside these mysterious feelings and continue aiding my brothers in his mission.
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Through his word we have moved to specimens with more lethal traits, defensive, or offensive. And yet.. there’s something off with him, however.. The more we further our efforts, the more.. Determined he is on completing his work. The unknown emotions I felt weeks ago have returned and I cannot help but begin to worry, however I will hold fast my belief in him.
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I begin to feel like we are in over our heads, several specimens that have not died off from our efforts have managed to wreak a many casualties, yet he continues to press us to progress further and further, as we do so, I doubt our fruits and the consequences that bear from it, regardless of significance.. We have already caused the expiration of multiple lifeforms from our excessive pulling of genes, most if not all dying simply for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. None asked for their fate, we simply delivered it...
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I now understand these new feelings of mine.. They are horror and contempt of and for our actions, something I have not experienced. I know not how to comprehend it, yet I cannot tell others of it, for I may be expunged from the project, and I must see it through. Still I worry, but I do not know for what. These logs cannot be found.
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You are a fool. You may have found that which I have been writing in secret, but know this.. I know that you have been purposefully taking out any possible good traits such as intelligence, and that you have been sabotaging your own creation, your own dream. I know that you fear it. Yet only now you understand that you’ve gone too far, and cannot go back. Too late. I wonder, was it the inclusion of sapient and sentient species into the genes, or rather, the ecosystems we’ve destroyed with the countless species ripped from them and never returned. But above all of it, you must know this, my friend. . . There is a future for you, Gray Voice. Yet not one for me. I will not allow you to purposefully destroy something I helped you create, a project you entrusted to help you with.. I helped create this creature with you, something that is our creation.. My child. I realize now, my worry was not for you, nor our kind or efforts. Rather, for our creation- As any parent of any species, I will save it. I will throw myself to the gene extractor, and give it every bit of myself. And will ensure it can grow, rather be born mindless and feral. I will attempt to reverse as much of your damage to it as possible. I will ensure my child’s future. Likely you will have read this after I have done so. This is for you, my little Ridley.
”A worthless lifeform. I thought our intent was that of a beast. Not of a whining abomination.”
The first words to have been heard within it’s mere beginning moments of consciousness. Yet before even those words it knew only of pain, as if it’s parts did not belong together. As if, there was something wrong about all of it.. Something felt, off within its own mind. It lacked eyelids, or rather, knew not how to even use such a tool. And though they had been planning this for time unknown, their looks were not only that of disappointment, but also disgust. Feelings of inferiority and generally small already flowed through it, as just before they spoke it had rose it’s head to hear and in perhaps it’s own mind strength, bowed it down to the floor, it’s cries ceasing. It wished death immediately upon itself.
”Perhaps we should exterminate it and try again.”
Thankfully, such was nearing for it’s mercy. The pain of it’s own inner agony now overwhelming it, yet euphoria. A feeling that must only come from death, it pondered.. But such mercy did not come, rather, a pair of hands would lift it from the cold, harsh metal of the floor. And following it a voice, a gentle voice, yet one carrying scars within it.
”No. This is a living creature that we.. I, am responsible for.”
From this warmth, the abominable child felt something.. Kindness. It knew of generosity. So much did these feelings overshadow everything else, it could only cry in response, as it looked towards the Chozo.
”Fine. It shall be your responsibility, and yours alone, Gray Voice.”
Remember their faces, it shall know the faces of that which wanted it dead, to take away this bliss from it-- It will grudge against these creatures. No mercy for them like they had wished to give towards it. However it must pay attention to he who had saved it, “Gravoice” it believes they called him.. The name of his savior. It attempted to reach for him, it’s small, pathetic, malnourished and unnatural arm barely reaching four inches. Yet the old Chozo closed the gap, gently grasping it with his own hand.
From then onward, Gray Voice raised the creature not as a Bringer of Death, rather, as a fellow Chozo, indulging in it’s thirst for knowledge, showing it to the libraries of their race, learning, and adapting, not only to their records, their history, but also the history of the other creatures on Zebes. Despite this it felt something was wrong within it, as if it knew what it wanted but could never put it’s finger on what it was somehow. What it did know, was the looks of contempt of the Chozo around it, it’s feelings of inferiority and pain ever-existing.
As it grew it began to become refined, consistent with every passing month, soon it was more than a mess on the outside- It was reaching perfection. From a mix of fur, scales and skin, to a mix of mostly skin and scales, and partial fur, to finally, only skin and scales. Though it’s size was still half that of the Chozo, it was practically complete looks wise.. And yet still their contempt assaulted it constantly, but this time, it no longer cared, for it focused on itself, and had the love of what it deemed the closest thing it had to a father. But still something felt wrong, off about it’s choice of life. How it wished to live, knowing not of its origins and the intentions behind it.
Still it thrived, beginning to befriend the wildlife around, finding a small, furry companion around.. And from it he felt.. Something odd. Something different than what he normally knew. Something that pulled him towards it. He ensured to remember it’s scent, he didn’t particularly understand why, he simply told himself it was so he could track it and ensure he never lost it, and kept it close and safe, a kindness he always said to no one but himself.
His life was rather swell, upon the age of 13 years, until he had decided to venture too far, far too far. It was then that he was swiftly kidnapped by the Kromus, by the Space Pirates. Yet within his confines he was neither tortured, nor harmed at all. Rather, he was put in a cell for but a few days, left to hunger. This was at the behest of their Leader, who ordered they not “Damage the goods”. Though a few days only, the hunger and degrading hope he would be saved was driving him crazy, his mind panicking throughout his cells. He had never learned of isolation, thus was unprepared as his own instincts began to teach him, tell him of the truth of the universe- And with such a realization, peace was made from within him. He understood what was so out of place with his life- He knew what he was and why he was so full of contempt for himself, a killing machine such as himself, was not fit for pacifism. He was born to exterminate. Not help.
So quick, was his progression into this monster, that when they brought his now moderately sized, yet still small companion over, before they could give the ultimatum of spare his friend and starve, or to eat a creature he cared for, he had already lunged and devoured it, ripping and tearing pieces of it’s pathetic flesh. Even the bones were not left behind, rather, pieces of it’s fur. To watch such a desperate-- No- They saw his face, and they knew, it was not out of hunger and a desperation to sate it, rather- It was a desire to sate his own bloodlust rather than to be filled on his meal. His size even grew afterward, growing a few feet in height. Though they attempted to close and lock the doors before he could release himself, he was simply too fast, tearing through one and then devouring another whole, the pigmentation of his skin changing to a dark orange. With such fueling his bloodlust, he began to reach the bridge, looking for the Leader of this ship. The leader of his captors, or perhaps, the captor himself. And upon meeting, he immediately attempted to devour the other, only to find he was over his head, being sent into a wall, left with a hole in his chest. With such pain returned, he looked towards the Leader, who seemed to smirk and scoff at his weakness. “Don’t think I was never prepared for you breaking. Rather, I always knew you’d show your true nature.” And then turned towards what he deemed as more pressing matters. Yet Ridley leaped again, only to be sent back though this time he landed onto his feet, and leapt once more, knocked back yet again. Slowly he began to get closer. It wasn’t until it was too late, that the Pirate Leader realized the determination of this abominable thing, as it grabbed him by the head, and chomped down, eating and devouring his flesh slowly but surely, the color of his skin and scales changing again to something red, his size reaching around seventeen feet. When he finally finished his meal, he turned towards the now kneeling, mercy-begging Pirates, and taking the place of their Leader.
Hundreds of years later
K-2L, a pitiful human colony, it was. Yet something was off as he sat and watched, waiting, this was familiar, unknowing, ignorant of a sensation he felt should be common sense. Was it beauty? Bleh, something to purge from himself, his pitiful “conscience” getting in the way yet again. One day it will be the death of him, he simply kn--
Yet he heard a noise behind him, a child, trying hard to think of something to say. Most likely underneath a “speaking” age, hearing next to him a Pirate informing him of their success “Lord Ridley, the facility has been captured, we have begun the transference of the containers inside.” A simple glare and a “good” was enough to have them leave, yet even he was surprised, to hear the young child speak out his name, as he turned towards her. “A-Are you.. M-Mr. Ridley..? I-I’m S-Samus.. Th-Three years old..” ..What a polite young girl, his first thoughts. Looking at her, he could feel his cold heart warm, the webs that strung it together being pulled. She was so.. Pitiful. Something began to ache.. But why? What difference does a child make? Why? ..Why?! WHY!?? “You’re not scary.. I’m perfectly fine.. E-Even if you look different… W-We can still be fr-friends..!” Was.. Was that why..? Did he want that..? Why? What’s special about her, this insignificant child? She makes no difference, if anything she’d just be another casualty-- Was she- Was she his chance at salvation? To save himself from the hundreds of years of loneliness? Of needless strife? ...Yes, he did indeed want that. But.. “I’m sorry, little miss-y, but.. That simply cannot happen, no.. It’s impossible…” Her eyes looked in curious sadness, left to wonder why as he began to get into a more active standing position.. His conscience within prayed, prayed for something.. For this child. How could he befriend her? After all.. “Well… Because..”
