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A while ago, I started messing around with the idea of writing my own script for a "Metroid" movie. I chose to build the narrative from a starting point that was hinted at in both "Metroid Prime" and "Metroid Fusion"; I also used the 1980s Nintendo comics as a reference. So, here's the small amount I have so far; suggestions?
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FADE IN:
The vastness of outer space. The year is 2560. The human race has colonized countless planets in the galaxy. Suddenly, from amongst the stars, a soft-spoken voice is heard. It is courageous, yet reflecting. This is the voice of Samus Aran.
ROLL MAIN TITLES
INT. - CATACOMBS, PLANET ZEBES - DAY
Samus narrates the following scenes, as we see a brief montage of her formative years, from her childhood on Zebes, to the beginning of her police career.
INT. - FEDERATION POLICE H.Q. - DAY
Samus Aran walks down the main corridor, for a meeting with her superiors.
ON SAMUS ARAN
Early twenties, modestly attractive. 5'10" tall; shoulder-length blonde hair; sparkling blue eyes. Dressed in a navy-blue and white uniform, carrying the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade. Her expression is one of confidence and sincere determination.
INT. - FEDERATION POLICE H.Q., CAPTAIN WALTERS' OFFICE - DAY
Captain Adam Walters sits at his desk, looking up briefly, as an officer's voice fills the room.
Samus enters through the doorway, standing at perfect attention.
A flash of anger crosses Samus' face. Walters notices, but decides not to press the issue.
Samus stands, and turning briskly, exits Walters' office.
FADE TO: INT. - SPACE HUNTER H.Q. TRAINING ROOM - DAY
SUPERIMPOSE: THREE MONTHS LATER
Retired space hunter Jeff Hastings watches carefully, as Samus runs through a holographic battle simulation. Her expression is cold, focused, and emotionless. There's no mistaking her intentions. Laser pistol at the ready, she spots a movement from the corner of her eye. Turning quickly, she fires without hesitation, and the enemy target fades from sight. The exercise ends, and Hastings smiles.
Samus, though tired, stares her superior right in the eye.
INT. - SPACE HUNTER H.Q. MAIN HALL - DAY
Samus exits the training room into the main corridor of the Space Hunter complex, where she is approached by a young man.
ON MARK SADLER
Mid-twenties; 6' tall; dark hair and eyes. Slightly muscular; casually dressed, considering the environment. He and Samus walk briskly, side by side.
His attempt at humor doesn't even faze her.
Her attitude finally makes Sadler step directly in front of her. Looking her right in the eye, he speaks with true concern, determination, and a slight hint of anger.
Samus stands still for a second, almost as if contemplating her next move. Suddenly, she lashes out rapidly, pinning Sadler to the wall in anger. Her voice is cold, almost deathly in nature.
She releases her iron grip on Sadler, and continues down the hall alone. He hits the floor, gasping for air, but manages to croak out one last question.
She stops and turns back to face him. Her voice is calmer now, yet still defiant.
INT. - SPACE HUNTER H.Q. COUNCIL CHAMBER - DAY
Samus continues her narration, as we see several counselors in deep discussion.
In the scene before us, several scientists from different star systems are discussing the numerous threats being faced. Admiral Laura Kaytar is the first to speak.
ON LAURA KAYTAR
Human female, approximately forty-five years old. She has bright red hair and green eyes. Her expression is one of both reverance and true fear...the first for the Council, the second for the situation at hand. She steps forward to address her fellow dignitaries.
This news takes the other Elders by surprise. Military commander Vilon speaks next.
ON COMMANDER VILON
Mid-to-late fifties; half-human alien species. Members of his race have yellow eyes, and faint blue veins showing through their skin. He is dark-haired.
Elder Dirk Baron pipes up, to offer his viewpoint.
ON DIRK BARON
Early sixties, human, with white hair, blue eyes, and a white moustache. His demeanor is calm and collected.
The name doesn't seem familiar to most of the Council members, who appear rather confused. To briefly explain them, Baron presses a button on his desk, which activates a small viewscreen nearby. The image is that of a small, green, dome-shaped creature with sharp teeth and three red internal nuclei.
This mention clearly angers Baron.
Laura Kaytar shouts loudly to gain everyone's attention, and silence the ensuing argument.
As Baron & Vilon settle their tempers, Kaytar once again addresses the Council.
A fourth member, Ryan Gilox, stands up to draw the members' attention.
ON RYAN GILOX
Early thirties; blonde hair, blue eyes.
This mention seems of no relevance to Vilon, and fairly interesting to Kaytar. Baron, however, listens closely.
Ryan's mention of the now-extinct race piques great interest. Vilon even seems impressed.
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FADE IN:
The vastness of outer space. The year is 2560. The human race has colonized countless planets in the galaxy. Suddenly, from amongst the stars, a soft-spoken voice is heard. It is courageous, yet reflecting. This is the voice of Samus Aran.
SAMUS (V/O)
"Journal entry one. Where to begin? Ah, yes...twenty years ago..."
"Journal entry one. Where to begin? Ah, yes...twenty years ago..."
ROLL MAIN TITLES
INT. - CATACOMBS, PLANET ZEBES - DAY
Samus narrates the following scenes, as we see a brief montage of her formative years, from her childhood on Zebes, to the beginning of her police career.
SAMUS (V/O)
"I was born on a distant world. The natives called it Zebes. My parents were part of a recent human colony, founded by the Galactic Federation. One dark night, they were murdered during a raid by the vengeful Space Pirates. I alone survived, to be raised by a highly-intelligent race, known as the Chozo. For ten years, they trained me as a warrior, to help defend what was left of their society, should the Pirates ever resurface. When the last Chozo died, I left to attend the Galactic Academy. I wouldn't see my home again for nearly three years..."
"I was born on a distant world. The natives called it Zebes. My parents were part of a recent human colony, founded by the Galactic Federation. One dark night, they were murdered during a raid by the vengeful Space Pirates. I alone survived, to be raised by a highly-intelligent race, known as the Chozo. For ten years, they trained me as a warrior, to help defend what was left of their society, should the Pirates ever resurface. When the last Chozo died, I left to attend the Galactic Academy. I wouldn't see my home again for nearly three years..."
INT. - FEDERATION POLICE H.Q. - DAY
Samus Aran walks down the main corridor, for a meeting with her superiors.
ON SAMUS ARAN
Early twenties, modestly attractive. 5'10" tall; shoulder-length blonde hair; sparkling blue eyes. Dressed in a navy-blue and white uniform, carrying the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade. Her expression is one of confidence and sincere determination.
INT. - FEDERATION POLICE H.Q., CAPTAIN WALTERS' OFFICE - DAY
Captain Adam Walters sits at his desk, looking up briefly, as an officer's voice fills the room.
OFFICER (V/O)
"Lt. Aran has arrived, sir."
"Lt. Aran has arrived, sir."
WALTERS
"Send her in."
"Send her in."
OFFICER
"Very good, sir."
"Very good, sir."
Samus enters through the doorway, standing at perfect attention.
SAMUS
"Lt. Samus Aran, reporting as ordered, sir!"
"Lt. Samus Aran, reporting as ordered, sir!"
WALTERS
"At ease. Have a seat."
"At ease. Have a seat."
Samus takes the chair directly in front of Walters' desk, as he returns to his own. A moment of silence passes, and Walters speaks first.
WALTERS
"Are you aware of why you've been summoned, Samus?"
"Are you aware of why you've been summoned, Samus?"
SAMUS
"No, sir."
"No, sir."
WALTERS
"Well, as you know, the Federation assigns six officers every year, to the elite Space Hunter training facility. Officers attend a one-year session, at the end of which they are promoted in rank, and tasked with the most difficult of missions beyond home base. It has been decided that you are one of this year's recruits."
"Well, as you know, the Federation assigns six officers every year, to the elite Space Hunter training facility. Officers attend a one-year session, at the end of which they are promoted in rank, and tasked with the most difficult of missions beyond home base. It has been decided that you are one of this year's recruits."
SAMUS
"Permission to speak freely."
"Permission to speak freely."
WALTERS
"Granted."
"Granted."
SAMUS
"Captain, the Space Hunter program is mainly reserved for those with much more experience. Why me?"
"Captain, the Space Hunter program is mainly reserved for those with much more experience. Why me?"
WALTERS
"Samus, things are worse in this section of the galaxy than you know. Six months ago, one of our sentry ships reported a strange signal. Our technicians matched it to frequencies used by the Space Pirates. We believe they may be reforming. You are the only known survivor."
"Samus, things are worse in this section of the galaxy than you know. Six months ago, one of our sentry ships reported a strange signal. Our technicians matched it to frequencies used by the Space Pirates. We believe they may be reforming. You are the only known survivor."
A flash of anger crosses Samus' face. Walters notices, but decides not to press the issue.
SAMUS
"Sir...I will report to the Program at once."
"Sir...I will report to the Program at once."
WALTERS
"Very good. I will inform Commander Hastings immediately. Good luck."
"Very good. I will inform Commander Hastings immediately. Good luck."
Samus stands, and turning briskly, exits Walters' office.
FADE TO: INT. - SPACE HUNTER H.Q. TRAINING ROOM - DAY
SUPERIMPOSE: THREE MONTHS LATER
Retired space hunter Jeff Hastings watches carefully, as Samus runs through a holographic battle simulation. Her expression is cold, focused, and emotionless. There's no mistaking her intentions. Laser pistol at the ready, she spots a movement from the corner of her eye. Turning quickly, she fires without hesitation, and the enemy target fades from sight. The exercise ends, and Hastings smiles.
HASTINGS
"That was five seconds faster than last time. Ten more, and you'll be ready for advancement. You must be pleased."
"That was five seconds faster than last time. Ten more, and you'll be ready for advancement. You must be pleased."
Samus, though tired, stares her superior right in the eye.
SAMUS
"With all due respect sir, those monsters killed my parents...I'll be pleased when I return the favor."
"With all due respect sir, those monsters killed my parents...I'll be pleased when I return the favor."
INT. - SPACE HUNTER H.Q. MAIN HALL - DAY
Samus exits the training room into the main corridor of the Space Hunter complex, where she is approached by a young man.
ON MARK SADLER
Mid-twenties; 6' tall; dark hair and eyes. Slightly muscular; casually dressed, considering the environment. He and Samus walk briskly, side by side.
SADLER
"Hey, Samus; how'd it go?"
"Hey, Samus; how'd it go?"
SAMUS
"To what are you referring?"
"To what are you referring?"
SADLER
"I heard you took the Space Pirate simulation with Hastings again. What is this now, your fifteenth crack at it?"
"I heard you took the Space Pirate simulation with Hastings again. What is this now, your fifteenth crack at it?"
His attempt at humor doesn't even faze her.
SAMUS
"Twenty-third, actually...not that it matters to you. What do you want, Sadler?"
"Twenty-third, actually...not that it matters to you. What do you want, Sadler?"
SADLER
"Ouch, woman! You don't have to bite my head off, especially right away. I'm concerned about ya is all."
"Ouch, woman! You don't have to bite my head off, especially right away. I'm concerned about ya is all."
SAMUS
"Completely unwarranted."
"Completely unwarranted."
Her attitude finally makes Sadler step directly in front of her. Looking her right in the eye, he speaks with true concern, determination, and a slight hint of anger.
SADLER
"What the hell is wrong with you? I start up one conversation, and you go all menstrual on me. I know how you feel; I lost my folks, too...but doing this to yourself won't bring them back."
"What the hell is wrong with you? I start up one conversation, and you go all menstrual on me. I know how you feel; I lost my folks, too...but doing this to yourself won't bring them back."
Samus stands still for a second, almost as if contemplating her next move. Suddenly, she lashes out rapidly, pinning Sadler to the wall in anger. Her voice is cold, almost deathly in nature.
SAMUS
"There is no way you or anyone in this complex can possibly understand how I feel. My parents didn't just die; they were murdered right in front of me. And no matter what you, Hastings, or anyone else says...the Pirates will pay for their crimes. I'll see to it myself, if necessary."
"There is no way you or anyone in this complex can possibly understand how I feel. My parents didn't just die; they were murdered right in front of me. And no matter what you, Hastings, or anyone else says...the Pirates will pay for their crimes. I'll see to it myself, if necessary."
She releases her iron grip on Sadler, and continues down the hall alone. He hits the floor, gasping for air, but manages to croak out one last question.
SADLER
"What makes you so different from them?"
"What makes you so different from them?"
She stops and turns back to face him. Her voice is calmer now, yet still defiant.
SAMUS
"They have something to fear."
"They have something to fear."
INT. - SPACE HUNTER H.Q. COUNCIL CHAMBER - DAY
Samus continues her narration, as we see several counselors in deep discussion.
SAMUS (V/O)
"Like everything else in this universe, the Galactic Federation had a foundation. It's main purpose was deciding how to combat large threats, and determining who to select for each mission. The Council had branches in every known habitable sector. Each was responsible for the safety of its citizens, and reported back to Galactic Control on Salor XII..."
"Like everything else in this universe, the Galactic Federation had a foundation. It's main purpose was deciding how to combat large threats, and determining who to select for each mission. The Council had branches in every known habitable sector. Each was responsible for the safety of its citizens, and reported back to Galactic Control on Salor XII..."
In the scene before us, several scientists from different star systems are discussing the numerous threats being faced. Admiral Laura Kaytar is the first to speak.
ON LAURA KAYTAR
Human female, approximately forty-five years old. She has bright red hair and green eyes. Her expression is one of both reverance and true fear...the first for the Council, the second for the situation at hand. She steps forward to address her fellow dignitaries.
KAYTAR
"Honorable allies, I feel it necessary to remind you of the task we face. As you know, sentry ships picked up Space Pirate frequencies three months ago. But we've just recieved word of another attack. Local transmissions have confirmed it's the Pirates, and not only that...but they're much more organized than we thought."
"Honorable allies, I feel it necessary to remind you of the task we face. As you know, sentry ships picked up Space Pirate frequencies three months ago. But we've just recieved word of another attack. Local transmissions have confirmed it's the Pirates, and not only that...but they're much more organized than we thought."
This news takes the other Elders by surprise. Military commander Vilon speaks next.
ON COMMANDER VILON
Mid-to-late fifties; half-human alien species. Members of his race have yellow eyes, and faint blue veins showing through their skin. He is dark-haired.
VILON
"In what way? The Pirates have always been mindless scavengers. They care for nothing but conquest."
"In what way? The Pirates have always been mindless scavengers. They care for nothing but conquest."
KAYTAR
"According to recent reports, all information suggests the presence of a leader in their midst."
"According to recent reports, all information suggests the presence of a leader in their midst."
Elder Dirk Baron pipes up, to offer his viewpoint.
ON DIRK BARON
Early sixties, human, with white hair, blue eyes, and a white moustache. His demeanor is calm and collected.
BARON
"No one's successfully communicated with the Pirates for two centuries, to say nothing of leading them. Where are they now?"
"No one's successfully communicated with the Pirates for two centuries, to say nothing of leading them. Where are they now?"
KAYTAR
"SR388 is our best lead so far, with regards to a possible base."
"SR388 is our best lead so far, with regards to a possible base."
BARON
"Now that's a planet I've not heard mentioned in quite a while."
"Now that's a planet I've not heard mentioned in quite a while."
VILON
"You know it?"
"You know it?"
BARON
"I was stationed there three years ago, with a science team. We discovered several new organisms, including the Metroids."
"I was stationed there three years ago, with a science team. We discovered several new organisms, including the Metroids."
The name doesn't seem familiar to most of the Council members, who appear rather confused. To briefly explain them, Baron presses a button on his desk, which activates a small viewscreen nearby. The image is that of a small, green, dome-shaped creature with sharp teeth and three red internal nuclei.
BARON
"These organisms are native to SR388 alone, and comprise roughly 60% of its ecosystem. They're parasites, feeding off biochemical energy to survive."
"These organisms are native to SR388 alone, and comprise roughly 60% of its ecosystem. They're parasites, feeding off biochemical energy to survive."
VILON
"So, you're saying the Pirates are trying to use these creatures as some sort of weapon?"
"So, you're saying the Pirates are trying to use these creatures as some sort of weapon?"
KAYTAR
"The most recent research appears to support that theory. Suggestions?"
"The most recent research appears to support that theory. Suggestions?"
VILON
"Just one: send an extermination team to the planet, and wipe out the Metroids. No weapon, no advantage."
"Just one: send an extermination team to the planet, and wipe out the Metroids. No weapon, no advantage."
This mention clearly angers Baron.
BARON
"I object! You'd destroy an entire race of beings, just to slow the Pirates down? That's insane."
"I object! You'd destroy an entire race of beings, just to slow the Pirates down? That's insane."
VILON
"No, Dirk...insanity is letting the Pirates gain control of this sector, when we have a perfect chance to destroy their greatest weapon!"
"No, Dirk...insanity is letting the Pirates gain control of this sector, when we have a perfect chance to destroy their greatest weapon!"
BARON
"The Metroids are living creatures! Their fate isn't ours to decide!"
"The Metroids are living creatures! Their fate isn't ours to decide!"
Laura Kaytar shouts loudly to gain everyone's attention, and silence the ensuing argument.
KAYTAR
"Enough!!!"
"Enough!!!"
As Baron & Vilon settle their tempers, Kaytar once again addresses the Council.
KAYTAR
"This bickering is pointless! Elder Baron is correct: the Metroid extermination is out of the question. If we kill those beings, we'll be no better than the Pirates themselves. We must strive to find a better solution."
"This bickering is pointless! Elder Baron is correct: the Metroid extermination is out of the question. If we kill those beings, we'll be no better than the Pirates themselves. We must strive to find a better solution."
A fourth member, Ryan Gilox, stands up to draw the members' attention.
ON RYAN GILOX
Early thirties; blonde hair, blue eyes.
GILOX
"If it pleases the Council, I have something to say."
"If it pleases the Council, I have something to say."
KAYTAR
"Proceed."
"Proceed."
GILOX
"There's a young woman in the Space Hunter program. Rumor has it she survived a Pirate raid as a child."
"There's a young woman in the Space Hunter program. Rumor has it she survived a Pirate raid as a child."
This mention seems of no relevance to Vilon, and fairly interesting to Kaytar. Baron, however, listens closely.
BARON
"Anything else, Councillor?"
"Anything else, Councillor?"
GILOX
"Yes, sir. Apparently, she was raised by the Chozo."
"Yes, sir. Apparently, she was raised by the Chozo."
Ryan's mention of the now-extinct race piques great interest. Vilon even seems impressed.
KAYTAR
"The Chozo were said to be mighty warriors. Perhaps this woman could assist us."
"The Chozo were said to be mighty warriors. Perhaps this woman could assist us."
GILOX
"Her name is Samus Aran."
"Her name is Samus Aran."
