The Inter-Dimensional Courtship of Bowser Koopa

Chapter 7
Touching Down


The words walked into Bowser’s eyes off the Scroll’s yellowing surface. The rest of the room was dark. A few red and yellow lights glowed from a series of flat metal panels lining the left wall. One of these emitted a display made entirely of light, technology once again outside his field of experience. The screen was blank, the color of moonlight. He had tried to interact with it and the other lights, but there was no visible means of control. Everything around him seemed to be made of foreign metal. A door that looked like a camera’s circular shutter remained closed at the opposite end of the room. He had not yet approached it, hoping to get some information on his surroundings before marching out into the open.

But none of that mattered just yet. The messages still scrolled, revealed in the soft light of the nearby holograms. Bowser memorized each detail, as hard as it was to do that just then. The notion popped up that this would be the least familiar “world” he had been to yet, filed it, shut it away.

When at last the damn words stopped, Bowser wrote back.

You’re going to get me killed! What about Sami? Will I see her again?”

“What makes you so worried about her all of a sudden? Could it be you two have hit it off so well,” Pit replied, the words moving at a slow pace that nearly drove him mad.

Don’t pretend that you don’t know. I get it. She’s the one you promised me. And then Bowser paused. Sami was his fated mate, wasn’t she? She fit the description. Not royalty, but noble in all the ways that mattered.

Bowser continued. She was going into battle. I think her side’s going to lose. I need to get her out of there, now!

The answer was slow in coming. “When you’re through here, you’ll find her. The sooner your done, the sooner she’s safe. But you’re right. She doesn’t have very long. Better hop to it.”

Bastard! Bowser scratched onto the scroll. Pit didn’t write back.

Still furious, the koopa stood still for a few minutes, trying to clear his mind. The urge to kill lessened. He moved toward the shutter door, listening intently for any sounds of approach. The metal walls looked to be thick enough to muffle any noise he might have made, but he didn’t dare take chances. As he expected, the shutter snapped open with a touch. Not daring to stick more than his nose out into the open, he peered to the left, then the right. A dim hallway stretched in both directions. It was made from the same dark metals as the room he arrived in. On the opposite wall there was nothing, but on his side doors with pale green lights set above were spaced evenly apart as far as he could see.

Nothing else. Even with eyes that made efficient use of scarce light, he was unable to see beyond a few yards. The green lights were the only illumination.

Easing himself from the doorway, he crept heel first to the next door to the left. He braced for the sound of voices and weapons fire, but heard nothing. The ship was as quiet as a burial ground. It occurred to him then that he had no idea what these “space pirates” sounded like. Pit had made clear that they were not human, but little else. Perhaps they were like roaches, fast and silent.

Bowser touched the shutter, still glancing in both directions. The door opened to a room exactly like his in every way. He caught sight of the black huddled silhouette a second before it was on him. From the right it sprang. He found himself inhaling loose hair, and felt claws rake his scales. Something was biting at his eyes.

The koopa shoved against the arched body of his assailant. It was barely enough to send the lithe figure sprawling. A cry like that of a human child pierced his ears. The being landed on all fours, tensing for another lunge.

“Stop! I’m on your side. Stop attacking!” he said. With both hands in the air he waved his arms back and forth in a gesture he hoped it would understand.

“I wasn’t born yesterday,” she said. He knew it had to be a her with a voice like that. And it had to be Felicia, because only a mission objective could provide such immediate pain. He wanted to call out her name, but bit his tongue and thought better of it. He was a stranger. And if he knew her name it would only make her doubly suspicious. His mind reeled like a slot machine, hoping for the right set of words to click into place.

He found them and continued. “I’ve been brought here against my will too. I don’t know where I am or who my captors are.” It was close enough to being true he thought.

“Well what do you know then?”

“That we could be attacked any second. We better move. If we want to get out of here alive. While they’re still distracted.”

The silhouette stayed still. What looked like a slender tail twitched back and forth from behind the rounded, hunched frame. “How do you know this?”

“For one thing, I don’t think our captors would let us walk out of our cells like this.”

“You lie. It’s a trick to get me to come out peacefully!”

Bowser pretended not to hear her. “Also, it’s quiet. Too damn quiet for a ship. I’m pretty sure we’re on a vessel of some kind. The name’s King Bowser Koopa by the way, and don’t you forget it.” He let out his usual chuckle. It sounded forced.

“Fine. Not much choice anyway. Name’s Felicia. Aspiring actress. Like that helps me now.”

“How did you get here?”

The woman—at least she looked enough like a human woman—stood up and shook her head. “I don’t recall. One minute I was taking a midday nap in my apartment. Then I woke up in this room.”

“There’s always a way to get back. But we’ve got to leave, before others come.”

Without a sound Felicia hopped into the hall and drew up to his side. Bowser now saw most of her features in the faint green glow. She was a human female. Mostly. Human flesh and pale green fur alternated in horizontal stripes up and down her entire body. He guessed the real color was white, tainted by the current lighting. A pair of cat ears and matching tail came along to complete the look. Deep purple hair-human hair-hung down to her shoulder blades. She had tiger paws for hands and feet. The face was that of a cute human female. She wore no clothes. “Let’s find the exit, pronto.” Her high voice was lowered.

They crept down the hall in the direction that had been their left facing out of the doors. The hallway was unchanging. After a few minutes of travel, the metal corridor shook around them. Rumbling noises and the sound of groaning metal drifted to their ears. The cat woman looked at him with large eyes. “That sounded far away. But big,” she observed.

“Maybe there’s fighting going on. That could help us.”

“But why would ‘they’ be fighting, whoever ‘they’ are?”

Bowser did not reply, staring into the hallway’s undisclosed reaches. It would be pointless to tell her about this Samus bounty hunter, he thought. Wasting time and what little trust she held in him was too counterproductive at the moment. “C’mon. Let’s move further in. I think-“

He was cut off by alarms sounding off. One blaring note called out over and over in an even beat as a line of red strobe lights flashed on all at once. With the hallway bathed in squirming red light, Bowser could make out the hallway’s exit, roughly ten yards off.

They raced towards the door, unbalanced by yet another shutter, and punched it. With a popping sound it opened into a broad chamber with a low ceiling. Crates of varying sized were stacked in loose pyramids, but none blocked the sight of the next door on the opposite wall. They ran full tilt for the other side, each sensing a need to hurry.

The floor gave out beneath their feet soundlessly. There was nothing to do but flail their arms, falling face first into the black opening that suddenly appeared in the middle of the room as they ran over it.

The cat woman and koopa fell down a narrow passage, a duct of some sort. The passage soon opened up into a large hall. The ceiling was high off the ground, giving Bowser time to duck into his shell. Felicia braced for impact, ready to land square on all fours. By spinning his shell, the koopa was able to generate some upward lift, slowing his descent. The landing was rough, but nothing felt broken. Emerging from his portable house, he heard an oohff from Felicia. “You all right?” he asked.

She didn’t reply, her eyes wide and glued to the space ahead of them. Following her gaze, he saw what held her attention. More than a dozen pair of eyes glinted from bony faces. The creatures, Space Pirates, they had to be, looked every bit as surprised. They all wore metal armor of some various sorts. What little wasn’t covered up looked like reptiles with insect exoskeletons. A few had purple blades attached to their forearms, others held guns that looked nothing like the ones Orange Star and Black Hole armies were using.

Bowser belched the biggest fireball he could muster at the moment into the closest pirate. The alien screamed, a shrill, vibrating sound, as it flew off its feet.

“Hit cover!” he screamed to Felicia, before leaping behind a nearby metal crate. Then everything got fast paced.

+++

On the slopes of the Landi Hills the fog of war reigned. One recon unit survived, well hidden in woods it surveyed the western side of the valley. Sami was blind in the east. Only the clanking of tank treads and growling motors came could be heard from that direction. The woods lining the moister side of the small mountain range gave the Black Hole all the cover they needed while advancing. There had been speculative reports from the western recon units, before their destruction, of neo tanks. Speculative reports were fine. Easy to ignore.

Brown dust choked the air in whirlwinds along the beaten dirt road to the only large pass in the entire range. The concrete roads had been broken and scattered in defense preparations. The dirty air could not prevent the CO from seeing her last helicopter shot down by an anti-air unit sitting in an occupied city.

There were seven cities in the area. All had belonged to Orange Star at first. Over the course of a mere twelve days the five furthest now lay in enemy hands. Attempts at recapturing lost ground had so far failed. Money had almost dried up, which didn’t matter so much anymore since they only held one unit-producing base. Black Hole held two.

A line of tanks and mechanized infantry held the line in front of the two remaining cities. The two cities were placed in front of the mountain pass like a pair of fangs in the jaw of a wolf. The HQ and base, which produced their equipment and soldiers, sat at the “throat”, to the north. The east city held a rocket unit, the west mobile artillery. The base sat close to the HQ in the north, inside the lower trail of the pass. One missile silo still held a rocket, all the others spent in the attempts to take back the cities. The units holding the cities fought a three front battle as enemy units rushed from the cover of the surrounding forests. Sami cursed at not having enough preparation time to clear the woods. Too late for regret. A five-tank unit was ready to roll out. Before its tread marks could be blown from the dirt by strong winds, the CO ordered the construction of a medium tank unit.

Another enemy wave issued forth. This one was weaker than the last. It could only mean they were mustering; this she had learned at a dear price of five cities. The anti-air unit and two mechanized infantries of the enemy were quickly pounded into so much smoldering chaff. But not before killing her best mechanized infantry unit, and blowing up more of her tanks.

As two belittled tank units joined into one, the fresh squad rolled up to take its place on the line. The report came in. The single MD tank unit had enough ammo for one more salvo. The third regular tank squad was dry, APC requested for a re-supply, ASAP.

“Commander. What’s your order?” her last sergeant asked.

“Re-supply the regular tanks first, of course. Then the others. The empty ones must have ammo to be of any use.”

“Yes Sir!”

Sami stepped away from the window. Placing her hands on the table, she leaned over the area map, dripping sweat on the plastic coated paper. Her head drooped down. She already knew the answer to her next question. “Where’s our air support?”

“Nell says the bulk of air forces are needed at Central. Supporting units will arrive in ten days, once-“

Sami ignored the rest. Any return transmission of hers would be ignored. She had to hold the Hills until what was left of Orange Star was ready to push back the invaders. They would never be ready, she knew, but didn’t want to believe. How does one fight off most of the planet? If she should fail here and now, Black Hole would be able to march in through their front door.

The APC drove south, along the shattered street to the waiting troops. The sun was setting on another day. Tomorrow her second MD tank unit would be ready to roll, and the APC would have both units re-supplied first thing in the morning. If things could go smoothly for just two more days, she could hole up until the backup arrived.

She walked back to the window to watch the APC shrink to a black speck. The low and stringy clouds around the setting sun were orange and black and red as blood.

+++

Bowser stuck his head over the crate and spat another ball of flame. This one took the legs out beneath his target, tripping the pirate face first to the floor. Return fire forced his head back behind cover, preventing him from confirming if the alien stayed down.

The shots the aliens fired came in two varieties. Yellow balls that looked like miniature suns, and thin, zigzagging beams of violet. No matter which kind of ordinance was fired, each left the surface it hit glowing white-hot for a moment. The koopa doubted his shell could withstand that kind of heat, much less his scales. Looking across the room he saw Felicia, hunkered behind her own crate. Her tail was curled close to her body, eyes shifting in every direction. It was some comfort to see her ready. Ready for what? He thought to shout directions at her, but could think of none.

Time ran out for thinking as one of the space pirates with a bladed forearm leaped over the crate, slashing at his head. The vertical swipe missed as Bowser jerked to the side on reflex. A notch was cut into his shell’s white edge as it continued to cut downwards. The alien drew its hand to the far left for another strike. The koopa lurched forward in a tackle, grabbing the thing’s waist with one arm, tripping the leg with another. This one did not wear as much armor as the others, but it seemed almost as heavy as himself. With the pirate pinned under him, Bowser raked his claws across its face and chest. Using his powerful legs, he jumped straight up into the air. He left gravity do its work, bringing his ass and the hard bottom of his shell down onto the dazed pirate. The thing vomited a greenish fluid as its abdomen was crushed by the koopa’s bulk.

Bowser stood up only to feel another blade stab into his right side. The pirate followed up with another slice up from the belly to his jaw. He could feel skin breaking open, blood pouring down his neck from under his chin. For a split second the cuts felt very itchy, then sharp with pain. It still felt as if a knife remained in his side. He ignored it. The koopa lunged forward for the thing’s head, both arms outstretched. In return the pirate jammed the blade into his left bicep. He ignored that as well, taking hold, and twisting until the neck snapped under his claws.

Bowser spun around, heaving the body at two gunners taking aim. The body caught four shots before hitting another pirate to the ground.

A yellow sphere of heat punched into his stomach. Once second later a violet beam hit his right side. The force of it spun him around. He fell to the floor, onto his belly, still bleeding. He felt numb all over.

Pulling himself back around to face his attackers proved difficult. It was as if his muscles couldn’t flex properly. It was that last shot, the violet beam, he decided. Some form of electricity.

Halfway across the large chamber he could still spot Felicia fighting off two more blade wielders. The knifes, shaped like jagged flames, spun about in swirls of trailing light, but the aliens they were attached to had some how become transparent.

The cat woman let out a three-strike combo, retractable claws exposed. The hits seemed to take their toll even though they looked light, for one of the twirling blades clattered to the floor as the pirate body faded back in. Felicia had just enough time to duck a haymaker from the other. She countered by kicking up with both hind paws. The pirate was pushed back, but did little good. A demobilizing violet beam glanced her back. The smell of burning fur and skin wafted to Bowser’s nose.

A spasm rent Felicia. She let out another high-pitched cry and lay still.

Bowser felt some of his strength returning. Pushing his head off the floor, he noted the large puddle of blood that had seeped from his neck and chin, and swallowed his nausea. He had made it to his knees before someone shot his shoulder. This time he fell onto his back, and could not roll over.

What he could do was watch as a golden orange metal sphere dropped from the same overhead tunnel he and Felicia has used a few minutes earlier. It landed next to the space pirates surrounding the cat woman’s unconscious body, and produced several pulsing objects, each a smaller orb of blue light. The orange metal ball opened and reshaped itself to form an armor wearing humanoid. As it finished its transformation, the objects it had left behind—which Bowser’s intuition told him were bombs—sped up their strobe lights and exploded simultaneously. The blasts were compact and potent, tossing the pirates around like rag dolls. The koopa couldn’t believe it two seconds after seeing it all play out. I’ve lost my mind. Gone loony in the heat of battle, just like a weakling. It isn’t real, he thought.

But the vision persisted. The walking armor was now returning fire on the twice-ambushed pirates. Its own beam was strong, dropping many in under ten shots. The armor sidestepped or jumped over most return fire. Any that hit fizzled and left no marks. Once the pirates were reduced to three, the gun arm of the armor released three metal flaps that lined the barrel like flower pedals. The armored humanoid fired two rockets into each pirate’s chest with the grace of a chef cutting potatoes in half.

When the last pirate sagged against the wall dead, an eerie silence once more filled space.

Bowser worked his jaws, trying to form words. Two syllables made it out. It was enough to get the walking armor’s attention. It approached, taking every step slowly. When it was about ten feet away, it stopped to take what appeared to be a long, hard look at him. The koopa saw a darkened visor were a face might be. He knew that it was the human bounty hunter Samus Pit had mentioned. Who else would come to a place like this to fight such things?

The gun arm of the bounty hunter remained raised. Bowser figured it might be because he resembled this person’s enemies. He pointed to the prone Felicia, in hopes that her good looks would sway the hunter’s judgment. Seeing his gesture, the hunter walked over to the cat woman, who stood out like a blue goomba in this place. Taking another one of its long stares at her seemed enough. The hunter turned to him and stated in a metallic voice: “You will help me carry this one to my ship. There, I can treat your wounds and bring you to the nearest space station for pick up. Do you understand?”

Bowser nodded, understanding enough.

+++

The Galactic Federation had hired her to collect and return one non-human life form to their custody. Not three

Samus Aran the bounty hunter refilled her armored suit’s power supply and missiles. The two aliens were recovering in the medical wet tanks she had installed just for this mission. She had counted every last kill, twice, just to be sure that the entire forty two space pirate crew had been eliminated. All accounted for.

The two she had picked up were of unknown species. And sentient. They had been fighting for their lives before she had closed in of the pirate’s life signatures. Their injuries were largely flesh wounds, but were about to be slain by the crew, meaning they couldn’t be too valuable.

Looking at the map of the space pirate frigate, there was one last area she had not explored. Containment. These two had come from there, she was sure of it. Her true target should still be there as well.

Samus checked on the two life forms and found that all was normal. They would sleep soundly, cushioned in bath of water and specialized enzymes.

It took all of fifteen minutes to retrace her way back to the last battle site, and up a floor to Containment. Utilizing her heat-sensing visor made sort work of checking every room. Walking down the metal hallway, looking through every unopened door, she was surprised to see that every holding cell she came to was empty. In pirate vessels it was standard to carry a myriad of species for research.

Samus began to worry that her living objective had escaped and ran off during the fighting, the same as her two new guests. She had worried for nothing; the outline of her target appeared, glowing, on her visor. It was bigger than what had been revealed in the briefing.

Shooting the shutter door with her primary blaster revealed an all too familiar sight. That of Ridley. Or, rather, one of his species. Samus retracted her hand from the trigger, which had been squeezed less than a centimeter from firing position. It was dormant, kept in check through tranquilizers administered via a metal collar.

The bounty hunter scanned the creature to confirm its status. It appeared that the collar also transmitted data on the specimen, for it uploaded a text file right into her computer. Words were then parsed through a translator and displayed.

Subject: #772113. A clone of Commander Ridley produced one federation standard month ago. No memory implants or environmental conditioning have been administered.

There was more, but the first three sentences told Samus all she needed to know. The Federation, every bit as much as the space pirates, wanted this specimen for its bio weapons program. Here it was, with enough drugs to keep the new Ridley under for the long journey back to the capital planet. With no memories or training, the clone could be brought up to serve the interests of the Federation, another weapon in their lacking arsenal.

Samus didn’t like it, but a mission was a mission, and the sooner it was finished, the better. She walked along the hall until she found the antigravity platform dispenser. With the press of a button, the floating palette slid out from the wall, ready to carry the heavy load back to her ship.

It was a heck of a time getting the clone’s body onto the palette and back to her ship’s holding cell. Many corridors were simply not wide enough to shove the sleeping cargo through. It took the better part of an hour before Samus’s ship blazed its way through space, heading for the nearest Federation space station. It would be the drop off point for both the clone and the two unknown life forms. The space pirate frigate dissipated in a burst of white light behind them, its self-destruct protocol complete.

The clone Samus placed in the aft hold, not bothering to lock the hatch. The two refugees, as she thought of them, were healed completely after five standard hours of space travel. By six standard hours of space travel, Samus was bored enough to revive them. The trip would last another four hours, too long to sit and wait, not long enough to go into suspension. If they turned out to be agreeable, time would pass quickly with company the bounty hunter figured.

Both creatures awoke at about the same time, startled and wide-eyed. The Chozo battle armor had come off after she was sure Felicia and Bowser meant no harm, but kept a plasma rifle on hand and in plain view, for assurance. Samus wore her favorite lounging cloths, a cloth tank top and shorts. It wasn’t the most modest outfit, but she was sure the aliens wouldn’t care, and she had no use for bashfulness. After allowing them to clean up and refresh themselves, Samus sat them both down to ask about their origins. Their stories were expected, if not a little confused. Neither seemed aware of space travel and the greater cosmic community. Both, predictably enough, were home one second, and awake in a cold metal cell the next. Typical of space pirate tactics. She sensed the one calling himself Bowser knew more than he put on, but she had no desire to push him into telling. Their business was not hers.

It happened that after their palaver Bowser invited himself to more food rations and Felicia approached Samus with her offer of gratitude. Placing both paws on the bounty hunter’s knees, she began to lick the tops of her thighs.

“Why are you licking me?” Samus asked, moving to displace her paws. Felicia raised one eyebrow and smirked.

“You don’t want your reward?” there was a purr, then, “It’s about the only thing of worth I have to offer right now.”

Samus took what she was getting at right away. It would be a lie to say she found the offer offensive. Back in her early years as a galactic hunter, Samus had tasted about every sexual dish a human was fit to consume, which was considerable. Then she cut it off, shunning the physical dependency on others. After years with just her and her trigger finger, physical contact with another attractive life form sounded like a prize to her ears. Felicia was human enough, everybody could see that much. And willing.

“All right then. Lets go to the cockpit, so we don’t disturb our mutual friend.” Bowser was still absorbed in his second meal, and pretended he didn’t notice the women slipping into the ship’s cock pit.

Samus shut the cabin door behind her. She sat in her pilot’s chair and allowed Felicia to resume her kneeling position on the floor between her legs. Samus stroked Felicia’s long blue hair, luxuriating in it. The cat woman stroked her legs with her tongue, paying the most attention to the inner thighs, but not forgetting a few quick strokes behind the knees. Felicia’s tongue was textured, but not spiked like a cat’s. It was just enough extra sensation to make Samus curl her toes as Felicia played.

Felicia finished pushing the shorts up to Samus’s waist to get at the full length of her legs. The bounty hunter waited for Felicia to graze her crotch, and when she felt it happen, she pulled the cat woman’s face to hers and kissed her, pushing her mouth hard into the other’s.

Felicia’s kiss was as entrancing as any she had felt in all her long years. The cat woman would bite her lower lip gently, and pull on it. Wanting to feel everything more intently, Samus broke away long enough to yank her tank top off. She wrapped both arms around the cat woman and hugged her tight. They resumed the lip lock, even going so far as to look into each other’s eyes as they went along. By the time Saums had moved to kissing Felicia’s neck, the pink haze of lust had filled her. Sitting back, the bounty hunter put her hands on Felicia’s breasts. Samus fanned her fingers out over the front of each breast, nipples between the middle and ring fingers with the palm of each hand cupping the underside. Kneading, she let each palm slip up and over the front surface, the fingers brushing the nipples peaking from the stripe of white fur. The cat woman’s eyes glowed; a small grin of enjoyment on her face for her bosoms had never been handled with such grace in all her life.

Samus gulped the left tit into her mouth with greedy earnestness. Felicia’s skin held a faint earthy scent; one that became more appealing the longer it stayed in her nose. Her partner gently pushed her face away so that she could return the favor. The tongue’s extra texture was a little rough on the sensitive aureoles, just the way the bounty hunter liked it.

Soon they both tumbled to the floor, kissing and grouping all the flesh within reach. Samus stopped to take off her shorts and, being fully naked, squeezed the cat woman close. A fine hum set itself in her body, urging her to stay entwined with Felicia. The full contact, the breasts touching breasts, fur tickling on skin, full thighs stroking inside crotches—it was more pleasure than the bounty hunter could contain within herself. Samus decided on the outlet for this bliss, and slid down to find Felicia’s vagina, loose and dripping. Pheromones came thick and heavy, peppering her nose. She dug her tongue into the love canal and swished it around. Felicia pawed at herself, rubbing her own tits, mewling like a newborn kitten. The bounty hunter grunted her enjoyment of the cat woman’s salty, savory sauce. Sucking labia into her mouth, Samus tugged on the folds much the same way as Felicia had her lower lip. She would let them go only to take hold and tug again. By now the cat woman was close. A few swirls around the clit were all that it took to bring Felicia crashing into her first orgasm in years, her tail swatting in a frenzy.

Not wasting time Samus straddled her partner’s head, muscular thighs flexing and sweaty. She sat on the cat woman’s face, immediately rubbing her dark red vulva up and down on the flicking tongue. Samus’s legs began to feel watery. Knowing that she was close to climax, she stalled by shifting her asshole over Felicia’s mouth. The stalling tactic failed. Sensitive skin made all the more receptive by years of neglect sprang to life with nerves Samus had forgotten ever having. “Ooohhh, just lick it until I cum.”

Felicia plunged her tongue into the twitching hole and rubbed Samus’s pussy lips with one paw, sealing the deal. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cried, and squirted excess vaginal fluid on her partner’s face.

Samus eased off her partner’s face and looked her in the eye. “That was fulfilling, but I’m still ready to go.”

“One more time. At least,” said Felicia. “Got something specific in mind?”

“Something I’ve never tried before. Should be fun.” Samus put on a look of pretend concentration as she spread Felicia’s legs. She split her own and scooted between Felicia’s sumptuous thighs until their groins were touching. In the scissoring position, both women ground into each other, hips rotating in tight circles. Being in high physical shape made it easy for them to support themselves with their arms, lifting their asses off the floor to hump in midair. Skin hissed pleasantly on skin, and soon the pace was hurried. Felicia came first, Samus a minute later. Both were quite this time, gritting their teeth and letting the nerves do all the talking. Once again, they embraced as if trying to become one body.

In the hold, the collar strapped to the Ridley clone’s neck ceased its tranquillizer dosages. Now it pumped hormones into the slumbering body—chemicals that prepared it for fighting, and quick movement. The tiny computer onboard the collar also fed stimuli to the brain, triggering instincts, telling the unformed mind that there was danger. A specific danger that it had been waiting to detect, and it must fight and kill this danger or die in the attempt.

The clone awoke to its final and true purpose.

Cast: Samus Aran – Metroid series.
Felicia – Darkstalkers series.