"I thought I was the only girl in armor…
with the weight of the world on my shoulders."
Samus Aran regained consciousness first. Shaking her aching head, she took stock of her surroundings. They had landed on an old derelict sea vessel. She was lucky, without her armor she probably wouldn't have survived the fall if… She gave a start and turned to check on her savior. What remained of the olive drab armor was heavily damaged. It wouldn't be much use to her any… wait, her?
Yes those were definitely what they looked to be, the chest piece had certainly hidden them well. Samus had not expected that. 'Funny,' she thought to herself, 'I, of all people, should not be making that assumption.' Her companion began to stir, and Samus shifted herself to make certain she was visible to the soldier. After a moment the brown orb that was visible through a crack in the visor focused on her baby blues.
"Hey." Samus said gently.
A ruined voice filter butchered the response, but it was still intelligible: "…Hey."
"How are you feeling?"
"I've been worse." To this the hunter gave an amused smirk. The soldier huffed and gave a pained attempt to stand.
"Not to fast!" Samus scolded softly, reaching for the helmet. "Not even the two of us are indestructible." As she lifted the offending headgear, she sucked in a stunned breath. 'She's beautiful.' The face was rounder than her own Caucasian features, with flowing lines and angular eyes which spoke of an East Asian ancestry. The hair was frosted brown and a bit flattened by the confines of the helmet, an issue Samus had to deal with on occasion as well, but the look suited the woman before her. "Come on," She continued after collecting her thoughts. "Let's get you out of the rest."
Samus pulled the other fighter to her knees, and began slowly removing the pieces of armor; revealing the black body suit underneath. It seemed to be made of a heavier material than the one she had, but it still clung to the toned shape of its wearer in the best ways possible. After dropping the last plate to the metal flooring, she pulled her temporary charge to her feet. The momentum caused the soldier to overbalance, she stumbled forward and Samus found herself pinned against a wall. A low heat pooled in her chest as the surprisingly taller woman breathed deeply near her ear.
"Sorry." Even without its electronic disguise, her voice was gravely and strained, as if she didn't use it enough.
"It's alright; just take it easy." The darker of the two pushed off the wall and they spent a moment looking into each other's eyes. "Sorry there wasn't have time for introductions earlier, was there? I'm Samus, Samus Aran."
"Mas- Jane. Call me Jane."
Author Note:
I'm sorry; I know I said I'd focus on one at a time but… I found out about Mr. Oum. And I just felt a compulsion to do this, a small extrapolation of a Halo/Metroid short he did a while ago. Just as my own little way of giving my respects to a great artist. I really enjoyed his work and I wish he could've had the time to do more.
