5:00 AM. A wake-up call sounded, and soon everyone was up. She also stood up.
It was her first day on the Galactic Federation Army. She was already used to waking up early. She wasn't very familiar with the hard bed, however.
She was only 16, and yet ready (perhaps even eager?) to submit herself to the harsh routine. Sure, the army had other young soldiers, just not on her rank.

The room was pretty empty. A bed, a light, a closet and a door leading to a small bathroom. She didn't have much stuff, so it didn't mattered.
Near the bed was a small device. She realized it to be a radio and turned it on, hoping to start the day better.
"Classical", she thought, looking at the window. She didn't really see the point in classical music. For 200 years or so actual instruments had gone extinct, giving place to electronic devices and computers. It seemed pointless to her build frail wooden pieces from 600 years ago.
Actually, music seemed pointless to her. The Chozo weren't endowed with a sense of art as humans. Everything had to have purpose and function.
She thought that the music playing was probably written for dancing. As she too did not like dancing, the radio was turned off.

She opened the window and saw the gigantic complex of buildings. Even though the head of the Federation wasn't located on Earth, the Army pre-dated it, giving the imperialist efforts humans made. When they had won themselves a good number of colonies, they resolved to engage in diplomatic efforts. Diplomatic efforts should also probably be written with quotation marks.
She had never seen anything like that, and imagined what might be happening down there in the city. "Probably boring people living their boring lives", she mused and closed the window.

It was only 5:10, and training started at 5:30. She had slept in a top and shorts and was changing to her military attire. Her blonde hair was messy and short – she had it cut, but it still got in front of her eyes. Despite her age, she loooked like she was 19, probably an effect of her genetic makeup. She was different from everyone, and everyone was so different from her. She didn't know anyone, nor she wanted to.
Well, she did know someone. Commander Adam Malkovich had requested her transference to the army, under his command, of course, after seeing her phenomenal work in the Galactic Police. She also didn't like him. He was pretty bossy and cold, but seemed to treat her with some respect – to someone raised under the stern care of the Chozo, it felt like affect. Only remotely, but still.

Walking through the corridors, she attracted attention of all. Some knew who she was and commented in silence; others only stared, and most of them tried to fetch in their memory who she was and didn't find it. She made it to a room where she finally saw a familiar face. Adam greeted her.

"After the routine you should probably get acquainted with your partners. You're going to see them a lot." She certainly didn't want to know them, and their faces were, at most, hostile, with the exception of a hearty smile of a tall man. She was the shortest of them all (even though in a few years that situation would be turned around) and felt somewhat uncomfortable.

But she shouldn't fear her feelings. That was her chance, her opportunity to make justice, to get revenge. It would probably be better just to follow orders for now, but she knew her mission was above whatever they could assign her.

Adam gave the instructions, but she didn't really pay attention. When he was done, he asked "Any objections, Lady?". Everyone laughed – but she didn't really understand why, and why he had targeted her. The sentence wasn't very nice, but she knew that the scene would repeat. And repeat.
All the others made a 'thumbs-up'. It seemed kind of stupid. (The army had chosen the 'thumbs-up' due to its immense appeal during the time humans started interstellar exploration). She didn't follow.

When all were leaving, the tall man stopped her and said "Y'know, you're supposed to do the sign. To show you understood what he said."

"He knows I understood. I don't have to show it."

"Still..." he answered.

"I'll think about it next time."

"I'm Anthony Higgs. Sorry if the guys weren't too receptive. And you?"

"Samus" was all that she said, leaving him behind.

"OK then..." he said, leaving as well.

Hello there! This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction (or any kind of actual narrative fiction – my previous experience comes from some short comedy scripts).

I decided to write a bit on Samus' life in the GF Army, something that Other M could have definitively explored more. It's a subject I consider very interesting, considering the scarce information we have on it.

Anyway, it's done. I might write more if I feel inspired. And if any kind readers are willing to review this, I'm eager to hear your comments!