The silver optics of the femme looked around, the latent antenna twitching before folding back against her helm. She peered up at the rusting, but still holding outer temple. It was almost strange being outside again, though where the warrior class Insecticons had gone after freeing her, Bright Optics was not sure. Though still grateful that his instincts had led him to her temple.
Bright Optics turned her attention away from her temple’s outer walls, examining the ware and erosion. The Rust Sea seemed to have extended its reach, though thankfully still shallow. At least it seemed that way. The femme walked out farther her golden-copper colors letting her blend in to a point, though having two sets of arms and a large ornate ring on her back also had her standing out.
The priestess paused, looking around and frowned a moment, her latten wings twitching before she turned. Her optics flashed blue before she started in a new direction. No longer wandering, but sensing a spark nearby.
What do you think of the chozo memories? Specially the last one... you know the one.
Has everyone checked out the Chozo memories? Need to hide spoilers? Yup?
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HOLY SHIT I’m so excited about those. The memories on the whole were super cool- the 3D effects on them (and all of Samus Returns’ cutscene stills) are fantastic. We haven’t seen many Chozo in the games outside of statues and ghosts, though we have seen them in some comics and manga, but it’s so cool to see Chozo in the flesh, in their prime, and to get a glimpse at the culture of SR388. The designs are awesome too.
And then we have memory 2d/10, which I am extremely hyped for. I wasn’t necessarily expecting a sequel hint- in fact, I wasn’t expecting one at all. The most I thought we’d get was a nod to Fusion and the X, which we did in the form of the last cutscene. I didn’t expect anything hidden in the Chozo memories.
Man, that cutscene plays like a creepypasta. It’s really unnerving the first time you play it. Big kudos to whoever for putting that in.
Me and @clayzee95 actually had a long-standing theory/idea that the Chozo can’t possibly all be good guys. Even though they are the enlightened race, with their levels of knowledge and technology, there had to be a bad bunch in there. I didn’t know if I’d ever see that idea come to light officially, but the fact that it has is both awesome and terrifying.
There’s not really a lot you can glean from the image itself- by the looks of it, these Chozo are not from SR388, and instead came on a “rescue mission” after the Metroids got out of hand. Did they come just to eliminate the others, or did they make them an offer which was refused? Maybe they just came to steal some Metroids and leave?
There have been evil Chozo before, unofficially. There was the non-canonical Nintendo Power-run “Blood of the Chozo” online story which featured an evil group called the True Chozo. I think it will be so cool to see something along those lines brought into the canon of the games. Chozo who use their race’s greatness for military strength and selfish gain.
I suspect that these Chozo will be involved in a Metroid 5, and I really hope it takes place after Fusion. Just when Samus thinks she can relax (minus being an enemy of the government) her own kin, the one who made her the legend she is, emerge en masse and evil and bring back the Metroids she was sure she’d destroyed. It could certainly make for a game- or even multiple games- with a scale as grand as the likes of the Prime Trilogy, with massive stakes and incredibly victories to be won.
At least three times now he’d fallen into a light recharge waiting for something to happen down on the surface of the planet. They’d only been there in any great force since the morning before, and preparations to descend were nearly complete. No communications from the lifeforms down there, no mass movements to suggest they were sending military to meet them-- the wait was excruciating. The wait extended prep time. He took no great joy in conquering, didn’t see the point in relation to the mission for which he followed the cause, but he couldn’t stand the waiting.
Others did the same not far away. The one which stood out the most-- largest, with a shape that wasn’t strange to him so much as it was rare to see in this place, for all their talk of equality --Envoy decided to speak to. Head propped on one disinterested fist, he called across the chamber, “You. Feelers.”
A Star Seeker stood out like a sore digit in a sea of Purple Decepticon insignias, but they were not exactly uncommon, especially when Neutrals were becoming more popular as free agents, bounty hunters, arms dealers and any other outside service that could prove profitable in wartime.
The Captain of the Damned Doradus is quick to dock on the edge of Space Station Argon and disembark with her crew. It was an impressive base and as close to as someone of her faction would ever get to entering Decepticon territory unescorted.
Spotting what looked like a guard, she makes her way over and pulls a datapad out of her subspace. Even though she had already gotten past space traffic controls, she still needed identification to prove that she was even allowed to do business here.
"Greetings,” she nods politely at the shorter brown and orange mech, and passes him her certificate of safe passage. “I am Captain Lazarette and this is my crew. I’m transporting stolen Autobot military grade artillery. Five crates of standard blaster, two crates of nullrays, two crates of neutron bombs and one crate of shrapnel mines. All of it safely stored away in the hull and all ammunition has been kept separate as requested.”
YOU WANT TO HEAR MY SHIPS? OKAY! LETS HEAR ABOUT MY SHIPS!
Chop Shop; Funny how one little ant stealing your datapad can turn into friendship and fondness for five parts as a whole or individually as the foundations for an Amica.
Licketysplit; What started as a quiet night out turned into Trepan breaking up a fight between a patron and a chair wielding bartender with a flash of needles. Since then, it is a giant clusterfrag of neither party admitting to calling their outings ‘dates’ or their living conditions a ‘relationship’. Really, they are just housemates and really close friends who share the same berth and washracks and occasionally frag. Totally just friends.
Tarn; oddly enough. A call from the tank to assist in the helm reading of one of those on The List turned into a pair of hangovers, and Tarn’s secret little love of sweets exposed. Trepan sent him a candy coated processor to seal the deal that one night of drinking hadn’t startled him off. If anything, it was a bright budding start to a little bit of murder and mischief. And since then? The level of trust is Tarn letting Trepan perform mnemosurgery on him willingly, and Trepan to soon reveal his greatest weakness.
Airachnid; Started off as a Wrong Place, Wrong Time moment which blossomed into mutual gain and Decepticon downfalls. Between pooling of resources, sass, snark, sarcasm, and a bit of unhealthy competition, what more do you want in a ship?
Tarantulas; A strange pairing, I know. But here are two people who’s method of getting the job done are rather illegal and yet so so fun. Between Tarantulas’ chimera project and Trepan’s homemade energon distillery, its a good time for malpractice shenanigans.
Scalpel; Who doesn’t love a maniacal murderous munchkin mantis with a brilliant mind and morbid humour?
Shockwave; A fellow lover of science and morbid curiosity, how could he not fall into step with the giant genius. Between their interactions, their development bloomed into that from colleagues to lovers. Through stargazing, chemical bonding, and adult ones, walking into cloaking shields, and finding the perfect pebble, this ship is ever a surprise with each interaction.
Clearcut; a mystery to Trepan. Most Insecticons are, so having one on his roster is more a paid research study along with security. Compliant in his orders and competent to the letter, smart but can hold his tongue, and trained impressively in that sword or putting additional limbs to use, Clearcut is quite the nightmare in a dark hallway. Trepan likes him.
Megatron; what do you call a party on the Lost Light and a raging hangover in the morning? Drunk Marriage. You guessed it! With undertones of fear and wariness in every interaction, both parties are eagerly awaiting that divorce form. And yet? Both dread it. Why? Who knows. Trepan likes to say that it is due to a loss of baked goods and Megatron immunity from his trial, but perhaps it is something more … domestic. Company, after being alone and judged so long.
