Metroid Prime Soundtrack: Inside the Crashed Space Pirate frigate

It was approximately one month after the assault.

A single lone hunter swiftly weaves it's way through the water. Webbed feat and a respiratory system designed to allow it to breath most ideally underwater allowed it the performance required for it to never need to accomplish it's designated task. To scout and to hunt.

The Blue whale was sizeable beast for an earthly mammal. Coming in at a maximum of 181 tons and at a length 98 meters, the creature was the largest of any natural creature that existed on earth. At least, as far as man's records went.

The call was made. The creature was adequate for it's designed purpose. It dwarfed a hunter in size. It's claws would cleave through it's thick blubber hide easily, but a single slap might be something akin to being hit by a semi truck. Less than that's it's hide was thick, and the creature resisted more than a concrete wall would. Making a sizeable hole would take multiple cuts. Too much effort. It was far from efficient. And it was unnecessary.

*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

The New God of Gluttony burst from the water with 181 tons of meat in it's mouth, the momentum of it's charge carrying it to the surface with it's prize caught in between it's enormous jaws. Vibranium teeth with edges honed to an edge atoms cut a swath through it's flesh while pressures akin to that of a diamond forge crushed bones to dust. With it's prize in mouth and no need to stay on the surface, the creature dives down. Only a large pool of blood left in it's wake. It would surely attract packs of sharks. Killers whales. Perhaps other predators that usually inhabit the ocean.

More food for the the collective.

Over ninety five percent of the world's oceans remain largely unexplored by human kind. It made the ideal candidate for method of travel. The sky? Man was there. They had satellites in space. Man was annoying. The ocean? Satellites cannot scan the ocean, for it defeats all manner of electromagnetic radiation by nature of being a giant conductor. Visible light in itself was a luxury in the murky deep, and sound was usually a far better means of navigating. The speed of sound was faster in water at over four thousand feet per second and could travel for vast distances measurable in miles. However, it was less ideal in that it lacked the same degree of energy for diverse life. The ocean, was mostly a fridge, cold and unwecloming of greedy life that need large amount of energy.

For the first time in a long time, it's immense size had become it's greatest detriment. 181 tons of whale meat was hardly enough to sustain the 13,000 ton monster, it having lost over 65% of it's mass. The whale was for the collective that lived with it within the waters. Their systems were designed to more adequately process organic life than Nabuu. They were built to last and to have endurance. They could sustain themselves wholly on their own while the God of Gluttony starved. Chunks ripped off the whale were simply to feed the offspring within it. And nothing else.

Vibranium Armoring remained, and it got in the way of allowing sunlight to reach it in shallower waters. The creature was tall, but lanky. A shell of it's former self. And not one small enough to survive from mere fish. The Timesiphon had locked it's Q mirror in some sort of spacetime field and robbed it of it's unnatural source of energy. Instead, it's body had moved to consuming pockets of natural gas for itself. Megajoules of energy rest in merely a few pounds. Enough to sustain it. But this was disruptive to the echosystem. Invariably, it would attract the attention of societies the Ancient Nabuu had encountered in the past. Civilizations it knew existed below the surface and took conscious steps to avoid. It was weak and in no condition for such encounters. Even if it was still yet difficult to harm.

But it would never allow something so trivial as a small anomaly in the fabric of spacetime impede it's objectives. It would adapt and overcome, as it always had. It's mind, was one of the greatest tools in it's arsenal.

The Master required his servants more than ever, and they lived to serve for no purpose greater than the continued propagation of the whole on this planet. And the next. And so, they could search the oceans tirelessly in their search for something to sustain him. Their search spanned continents, over the course of months. Land, sea and air. But. Specifically, the chosen were the most key. For they took the very life forms that were the dominant species on the planet, and allowed the beast to use those advantages for itself. A flock could fly a long ways, and could easily be mistaken for birds. Ideal for carrying messages.

A single man appeared dove to the water. A week of being fed mutagen made him able to develop apparatus to live underwater. And he traveled far. But his journey had come an end.

Thousands of feet beneath the wave, the creature glowed so the man could see him, spinning around to gaze into the eyes of an entity that still yet dwarfed him. To this man? The creature was nothing less than a god. A being who had so generously helped it and helped them to where they are today. A great, and benevolent spirit who had chosen them to live above all those.

But Gods had enemies. Other Gods. The False Deities who rampaged all throughout the world. They had to be destroyed. Nothing was unkillable. Not even a God, it so seemed. So? Then it must be that one would follow that which was most righteous. The being who was best for the people. So to did the man, a savant in knowledge, ascertain common knowledge of what humans called "Aircraft Carriers". So it seemed to that earth had achieved a small fraction of the power of the atom. Two percent. But this was magnitudes above the oil it normally carried.

It would due for now.

(The music stops here ;P)

Days later....

The ship shook.

"Send out a distress signal!"

"Open fire! Open fire!"

"But Sir! It's on the main deck!"

"I said OPEN FIRE!"

It's arms hugged the carrier before anything could even contemplate getting off the deck. A heavy thing. Over a hundred thousand tons. It was enough the Nabuu holding onto it was far from enough to bring it down. The creature from the perspective of humans, came from nowhere. It had no engines for their sonar to pick up on. It came in the dead of night where the wake it's movement created was invisible. And it held itself dangerously close to the vessel. Three bladed tails rose from the water, and the choice was made. Fire on the beast. Or let it drag the crew of 5,000 down with the functionally floating city.

To call Nabuu's emission an electromagnetic pulse was slightly inaccurate. This implied that it was brief. That it stopped. Rather, it was an emission of electromagnetic energy so intense that it fried all electronics in the area. Aircraft already in the sky. Communication gear instantly exploded, and parts of the deck near the Apical Predator had begun to melt.

The artillery rounds roared forth with enough rounds to rightfully rip skyscrapers in half. Armor piercing rounds achieved pressures akin to the core of the earth for a small period of time. The entire front part of the deck was cleared of personel. From the bridge the watched. The smoke cleared, and the creature seemed to have been moved by the blast. But ultimately, that was it. Clearing smoke showed no sign of actual damage from the creature.

It turned towards the remaining carrier battle group, it's mouth agape it inhaled and then from it's mouth, a wave of blackness jut out from it. The Flock flew forth out of it's mouth like a laser beam of teeth, flying towards the destroyers, cruisers. Their teeth gnawing through glass and steel with with chainsaw like efficiency. One can imagine what this did to crew. Nabuu had learned that human were fond of transmitting information. Thus, none of them could be allowed to survive. Some people who were so inclined to abandon ship would soon find that they wished to find sharks in the water. Sharks did not purposely seek to devour people.

*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH*

It's massive claws make short work of the steel, and cut through the core. It's mouth open, it's tongue tasted the air until it was met with the sweet sensation of Gamma Rays. The schematic was correct, and with it, Nabuu was able to precisely carve out the core of the carrier's power plant, ripping it out with little resistance. It looked, and if were capable of facial expression, it would be content.

Looking off, it saw that the flock had already collectively begun to sink some of the ships, Swarms of flying teeth tearing the steel of the hull apart as they flew around it like a swarm of bees. Men and women yelled inconsequentially as the ocean ran red with their blood, unable to possibly combat the things within them. As it stood on the flight deck of the carrier to get a good bird's eye view of the land, it saw floating slabs of steel. More relevant to Nabuu? They were easily retrievable pieces of evidence.

*SPLASH*

One by one, the rest of the battle group fell. Giant Vibranium Claws leaving irreparable holes in hulls and smashing them to the ground. With but one final call, the swarm of Flock returned, entering through it's open jaw and sliding in comfortably through various orifices in the body made to accommodate them. With no further reason to remain on the surface, the creature sank beneath the waters with everything else.

The enriched Uranium ultimately proved to be quiet the power source. 190 Megawatts was enough to live comfortably. For it to even grow and live sustain-ably for a while. But ultimately, if it was going to melt the vacuum, it would ultimately require more energy. More power. Much more. Perhaps man was so content as to allow the evolution of their bodies to be content. The Collective knew the God of Gluttony was seldom satisfied.

So the search continues.