1: Uncharted Space and an Alliance
"Unidentified vessel. State your name and business."
"My name is Samus Aran. I am a bounty hunter employed by the Galactic Federation to assist in countering Space Pirate actions. I was recently employed to investigate the loss of contact with a cadre of marines on the planet Aether. I found that this world had been split in twain, one light, one dark. After destroying the dark clone of Aether, I engaged the warp to return to Daiban, the Federation capitol. The warp engines rattled and ruptured, sending me to this area of the universe, an area unrecognized as Federation territory. Who, may I ask, are you?"
"We are team, Jet Force: Gemini. We are the last team of a militia employed to protect the galaxy from an army of insect-oid drones led by a tyrant, called Mizar. We are composed of; myself, Vela Gemini, my brother, Juno, and our dog, Lupus.
We all spotted the large, blue ship that had come out of hyperspace. Team Gemini engaged their personal ships, while their mother ship was destroyed. I followed Vela because she seemed to be the team leader.
"Samus, what the hell!"
"We have very similar jobs, and although you are not Federation, you were in trouble, and I could not let the last of an anti-tyrant militia continue their business without rendering my assistance."
She led me to a large yellow ship and had called it the S.S. Anubis. Anubis, the god of mummification and the afterlife. We landed in the stern of the ship. I saw that she was about my age, mid-twenties, had blue hair, and was dressed in what appeared to be a simple blouse with mini-skirt. She looked shocked to see my orange, almost menacing-looking armour suit.
"What the fuck is that suit?"
"It's Chozo. They are an advanced bird-like race that raised me from a little orphaned girl."
"What and how do you shoot?"
"Energy-based beam systems and explosive missiles, through my arm cannon. Only the missiles use ammunition. What do you shoot?"
"I can collect a variety of ballistic weapons and explosives, all of which use ammunition."
I nearly burst laughing.
"A ballistic, ammunition-based arsenal. Wow, you do need my help. More so than I thought. I mean you don't even have armour, you're dressed like you are going to school, not ready to fight a war."
"Don't get a superiority complex just because you've got more advanced technology. As I am, I can take quite a lot of abuse; dozens of bullets or a few small explosions. Remember, I'm in charge if you want to assist us. And you will address me as; Ma'am, Miss Gemini, or Commander Gemini."
She's used to ordering people and won't truly respect anyone who is not as strong headed and bossy as she is. Respect is important, especially for her survival, if these insectoids use ballistic weaponry, their weapons will hardly damage me while doing a fair amount of damage to her.