The Space Pirates fear her. The Hunter, they term her - a dealer of death in the armor of a race long dead. She has cast their best works down to ruin and ash. At Zebes, SR-388, Tallon IV and Aether and a dozen more worlds, they have met defeat at her hands.
They are a race of their own. Their name, given to them by a Federation that hates them, is a misnomer. No mere privateers, no mere corsairs - they are an interstellar power, a force that the star-spanning Federation fears. They are not villains by choice, but by birth.
And Samus Aran, orphan, Hunter, avatar of doom, chosen of the Federation, is killing them. All of them. A genocidal campaign; murder of a hundred thousand to avenge the death of two.
They say that there are more now; more Hunters. Warriors clad in metal, in ice, in the flesh of others. All seeking glory and wealth in the pursuit of the Federation's goals.
The Space Pirates fear Samus Aran above all others.
They are right to.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
SAVE THE BLAG DAY 1: The Hunter
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Srsly, you don't need those quotes in the tag.
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