Prologue - Revival Recourse
How am I still alive?
One would think that a blue mist of... something floating in space wouldn't be able to run thoughts in its non-existent brain.
Why did everything fall apart at the last moment?
Where did everything go wrong?
Every time the mist ran these questions through it's proverbial mind, it always came to one conclusion.
It was HER fault. That wretch in that power suit used the power I so graciously gave her to destroy me!
This continued on for an unprecedented period of time, with the questions and the one answer looping through it's "mind".
This mist was formerly a being simply known as Dark Samus, who purely consisted of one substance: Phazon. However when one of the bounty hunters she corrupted came to Phaaze, the resulting battle ended in the planet's destruction and with it, all of the phazon in the known universe. Yet she survived still, now floating in the endless expanse of space.
Her drifting continued for quite some time until...
I sense.... no it couldn't be... could it?
Off in the distance was a leviathan seed, the corrupter of planets. She had forgotten that she launched one more from Phaaze right before the accursed federation launched their attack. Now it drifted like her; with no purpose or direction.
It was the reason why she hadn't dissipated as a phazon being. For the first time, she moved herself towards the Leviathan in hopes that the phazon inside hadn't gone... stale.
When she got close enough, she found out why it was so easy to "see" in the darkness of space. The phazon carried within the leviathan had grown out of control, leaking onto the outside surface and giving it a bright electric blue glow. The shell has grown soft, and it would be unlikely it can survive planetary impact intact.
Knowing what to do, the mist went inside of the leviathan and "possesed" the core.
It couldn't rest. A new planet must be chosen to become the next Phaaze. A planet where corruption could proceed unhindered.
Sensing a suitable planet, the newly awakened Leviathan set course for it. There were no tell-tale signs of technology on the surface, ensuring that the phazon spread will be unhindered.
