The bounty hunter sat in the seat of her cockpit. The only sound was the white noise of the engine pipes

within the ship. She simply looked out beyond the window of her gunship into deep space. Infinite

space.

Inside her protective helmet, Samus closed her eyes to drink in the depressingly small pockets of peace

she could obtain within the galaxy. It has been decades she has been bounty hunting across the

galaxy. She has toppled empires and butchered gods. She has been everywhere and lived a life far

beyond that of a normal human being by a long shot.

Yet the pain never seemed to end. Ever since she had lost her parents in that tragic colony assault, a

Spark of rivalry had been born. One that had ended, then returned, and then once again ended just to

return again.

Tears would have run down Samus's eyes at the endless vendetta that she vows to see through. But no

Tears came, not inside the suit. The mere feeling of encasement reminded her of the powerful warrior

that She was. It was only without that shield to her life, did she feel so naked and helpless.

Samus always wondered if the Space Pirate military commander would have won the cruel game had it

not been for her suit. She had lost count as to how many times she had faced her nemesis.

She sat up in her seat and began going through her message files on a terminal in the cockpit. Most of

the messages she had sent were replies to contracts and rewards. But she still had that one that she

never mustered the courage to send.

She found it rather futile really. A stupid idea after everything she and the one called Ridley had been

through. What they had done to each other. This offer of hers was not typed by the powerful bounty

hunter known as Samus Aran. Instead, it was written by Samus Aran the little girl. That small twinge of a

naive little girl buried somewhere deep in the abyss of that chozo armour.

While small and naive, that little girl was also hope. Hope that an endless hellfire amongst two bloody

foes could end.

Samus remembered when she had first met Ridley on the colony. The beast had butchered countless

innocent lives. But that hopeful little girl and her mammalian pet bravely went up to Lord Ridley, making

the most innocent of offers possible. An offer right before the spark of a warrior.

Countless years later, the experienced bounty hunter sat in her ship, staring at that unsent message,

pondering with a wrestle between hope and doubt. Then a red flash reeled in her attention.

One of the many consoles was glowing with a distress signal:

"COLONY 8-W2: SPACE PIRATE ASSAULT"

In moments, the orange Gunship of the Galactic warrior chased through the stars like a thousand times

before.