Here is a fanfic I did a while back and stumbled across recently. It's in the Hunters line of metroid, but not the whole Samus Skirmish and such.
War games
This is the war tale of a machine trained to hunt, kill, and survive. A machine based off the design of a space pirate commander who surfaced during an incident in the Tetra Galaxy. Under named "Weavel". The design was thought to be the perfect tactical design and had few flaws. The Galactic Federation had made numerous machines to serve the purpose of war, but these machines were different. They were not only compiled from metal and weapons. But had something no device ever possessed before...a mind. An advancement in neurocircutry allowed the machines to incorporate mechanics and nerve. They could think, act, decide, feel, and most importantly, survive.
Prologue
Ramegid's armor was badly beaten. In a fight like this, the power beam was more efficient at killing than in a physical simulation. He guessed he had taken more than 75 hits. He took cover in a small cavern.
"It's me and...Well, a volt happy enoema, a sniper, and another stealth fighter."
His Imperialist was over used but still operable. The Battlehammer had almost overloaded the nano scale nuclear generators into a nano scale nuclear explosion. He realized the Judicator he was carrying was never used.
"I hate this, half the time I'm hit by my own shots than others with this damn thing."
Just then he heard light footsteps running towards his hideout and Imperialist shots snapping through the air.
“Oh no, nuh uh. Not happening. I can't believe I'm about to do this."
He looked at his health and saw he only had 12 energy units left. Thinking of last ditch efforts, he found himself hurled through the air against his will by his own legs.
"Crap"
He charged his judicator and dove out in front of the stealth runner from Cylosis. Just as he caught view, he fired. The hunter was knocked back and stunned, and at the same time, killed by a headshot.
Ramegid suddenly realized waiting in his cozy little hole wasn't a bad idea. A shot flew past his head as he ducked. Rising up, he planted his left foot on the rock in front of him, leaned forward, and released. This sent him into a back flip dodging three more shots and an aerobomb.
"Wow that was pure luck. Let's not try that again...ever."
A glimpse to his left revealed the angle and position the beam was fired from. "Gotcha!"
As he peeked around the corner, a new problem showed itself, Mevod the enoema.
"No more Judicator stunts. I need something new. Something instant...something..."
A heavy foot thudded next to him. His subconscious reaction kicked in again. A sharp buzz filled into his right arm, and turned to punch the creature in the stomach.
Instead of a screech of pain and a thud, he heard a scream of death and two thuds. Mevod lied in front of him, in two.
"Whoa, that was an accident. And I thought I broke this stupid blade on that Kriken's head. Oh well."
He withdrew the blade from the wall and loaded his own Imperialist. The ammo counter was against him.
"Last shot, make it count. Maybe you guys have some green on you."
He checked the corpses by him for UA and to his luck, nothing. This shot was the one that could win this battle. Or lose it. He checked for the next shot's angle and height, and readied himself for a fight. To the death.
I'm thinking about going full on with this, but I need feedback.
Y'know, if this thread was supposed to die with no views, I think you blew that Idea.
You said you wanted feedback.
Here it is.
I commend you Maridia *claps lightly* it difficult to write a good Metroi fanfic. Although I would've liked some more charachter development and some buildup to the opening scene, it kinda left me confused like
'Why is he suddenly fighting."
Maybe explain it a bit better to draw it out and make the reader anticipate the fight.
:samus: Dead thread through and through :metroid: