[X] Hide under one of the platforms (Spiderball or Repulsor) and keep talking.
-[X] If hiding is insufficient, freeze one or both turrets. Keep trying to talk.
-[X] If it's been quite a while, and it still isn't responding, use minimum force to blast the tank the rest of the way open, and scan the brain.
[X] MAKE
VERY SURE THE 'SECURITY' INFOMORPH IS CONTAINED.
...
(
rolled 99)
Getting under the central platform and rolling up its column's edge, all the while being soaked in nanogel and bombarded by the beam turrets, takes a massive toll on your energy reserves. However, its the only way to reliably get under the edge of the platform, above the gel and shielded from the turrets, where you're safe from further damage...or at least, so you hope. (ENERGY 273/800)
Fortunately, the turrets stop firing once your under the edge. You can tell they're trained on the platform above you, waiting for you to poke out, though. The seething pond of hot orange nanogel burns and bubbles just half a meter below the morph ball. You carefully limit your output to audio-analogue only to contain the Patrician's infomorph and try to resume dialogue.
"Please stop attacking. This isn't necessary."
I have lost control of my security turrets. I can't make them stop.
"Then I'll stay here, for now." You feel a bit of your childhood mentors' patient reassurance creeping into your mental voice. Has it ever done that before? You honestly can't remember. "Tell me what truly happened here."
Seconds tick by, nearly becoming a full minute. Then, more text.
I am prohibited from disclosing much of that information to an alien.
And then, suddenly, that sting.
"I'm not an alien." Your mental voice is colder than you intended. You quickly try to get ahold of yourself, seal off your emotions and not let your pain show itself. "I'm Samus Aran, of Zebes."
I have processed the data from the restoration booths in this area. You are an alien. It is probable that you and the invading infomorph share a common origin; you are both able to use our technology and speak our languages at will. Do you understand my mistrust now?
"This power suit isn't stolen. I was adopted by the people of Brinstar Colony, on the planet Zebes. I was raised as a chozo. The Zebesians gifted me with these augmentations. I might not have been born one, but I know that I
am one."
A longer pause. Multiple minutes pass by. Just as you begin to worry that the Gardener may have succumbed to whatever informational attack took control of its turrets, it responds again.
I've been tricked too many times recently. You will need to prove this.
"How can I prove it?"
Another pause. Even longer.
Then, the door swishes open, and a swarm of holtzes fly in, followed by an orpran. The latter hangs its lanky, spidery body over the edge of the entrance platform at an angle that lets it get you within its sites and starts firing. The greater holtzes drop their cargo on the platform above you, letting the lessers swarm down along the undersides to try to knock you back into the gel.
(
rolled 100, 48, 96)
Distracted as you are by circumstances and unable to use the best of your reflexes and sensors in the morph ball, you are unable to react before they do. The orpran's plasma beams you avoid by rolling back and forth under the platform, but this pushes you right into the climbing lesser holtzes, a pair of which tear you off the metal with their blades and drop you back into the burning sea before your bombs can shake them off. (ENERGY 321/800)
(
rolled 36, 89, 15, 50, 71)
You quickly unmorph and shoot up into the air with a burning splash and wake across the nanogel, your missiles blasting one greater holtz apart before you screw attack through a second; you recover missile ammo from its wreck, but that's really not what you need right this second. Unfortunately, while one of the turrets misses you with its reactive barrage, the other tracks you perfectly and lands a series of shots that disrupts your flight path and prevents you from spinning into a second holtz. You avoid the others' attacks, but then the orpran surprises you by leaping across the room and slashing at you in midair with both monstrous claws, one of which connects. You just barely manage to avoid being knocked back into the gel as it lands on the central platform. (ENERGY 246/800)
GO:
[] Write in.
SCAN:
[] You may subject one or more objects in this room to more intensive sensor scanning.
...
ENERGY: 246/800
MISSILES: 138/190
SUPER MISSILES: 5/15
POWER BOMBS: 11/18