I sat still, the chairs here were overly comfortable. Red plush material, I shook my head at the idea, what's the point, they're useless if no one is ever going to sit in them. "Expensive Federation Chairs" my mother liked to call them, I remember her hatred for them, and I can understand it. The General sat comfortably, no doubt, he went through the paper work, explaining the details of our long mission. I just sighed in annoyance.

"1986, I know how much briefings bore you, and I know you dislike working with a partner. We need both of you, this mission is important to our safety from the other half of the galaxy." The General hissed in my direction. "We need you to be cooperative here, we don't need another Aran." I glared at him, he knew very well that was both an insult and a compliment.

"Well, I'm not into politics, but you know very well half of those human colonies and most of Earth would agree to leaving the Federation and join the other species." I huffed, he sat there, his face showing no emotion. "System Alliance or not, you gotta admit, it's funny how screwed the Federation is." The General leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk, in turn resting his head in his hands.

"Then you understand how important this mission is, 1986, the Galactic Council and the Galactic Federation don't get along very well. Without this mission, innocent lives are at stake on both sides if we ever go to war." I remained quiet.

"Forward the briefing to my system, I will check up on it when I've left the planet." I grunted, I stood up turning away from the General. I kicked the back of the chair to push it into its place under the desk. My partner eyed me carefully.

She had large pointed ears, the hair on her head forming more of a large, spiked mane. Her top canines extended slightly over her bottom lips. She had a short tail, the tail was covered in a kind of fur, yet the fur can be used as a shield against bullets, acting like a Non-Newtonian fluid in a sense. She was a rare human hybrid, while not a natural occurring one from a close, hominid like species. Her species was grown and developed in a lab, they were made for their strength in the Invasion Wars. Their honor and magnificence has been tarnished and they're treated like animals. Slavers often will go to great lengths to get even two of these human hybrids, the money they fetch is worth the while. How long they live, also contributes to their price.

She's a human hybrid, but with her piercing glare, she looked more like a hungry animal.

"Come on, we have work to do." I grunted towards my partner. Her left ear just flicked, in annoyance no doubt.

"1986, while you don't like briefings, I have to have a briefing for a personal mission of mine. If you insist on leaving, you can dock your ship with the Umbra, otherwise, wait outside." Her voice was emotionless, typical of most human hybrids and aliens, I scoffed.

I walked onto my ship, enough space for me and five crew members, if I ever needed crew. She was reliable, innovative… no, she might have been, but new tech couldn't be fitted with the ship. Opening the door into the cockpit, I took a deep breath in the dimly lit room. Ambient blue lighting filled the room, a sort of calming effect. I slumped down into the pilot's seat, it wasn't the overly comfortable Federation chairs, but it was good enough.

I pulled up the computer's main screen, the holoscreen glowing a soft orange. I typed in the coordinates for the Umbra, it was a massive battleship from the Invasion Wars. It's been centuries since the war, yet a couple of the ships from the time still run perfectly, even getting upgrades by the Federation.

The Umbra was just outside Daiban's atmosphere, landing it isn't a hassle, getting it off the ground is. The ship rocked a bit, leveling itself out, I braced as the ship flew forward, as if it was a slingshotted. It would take a few minutes to reach the Umbra, and that was fine.

Exiting the cockpit, I looked around the ship's main area, screens flickered. I walked towards the closest one, looking for the briefing. To my surprise, it was fairly short.

Hunter Team Delta 25 are to locate and retrieve any artifacts or materials that relate to Samus Aran's power suit. Hunter 1986 and Hunter 806 will need to use their talents to finish this mission. This mission is about two years long, the mission will be renewed if the mission has made considerable progress.

Those idiots are still trying. I laughed, well, I could just hand them a power suit, but who knows how long that thing has been out of commission, and I would have to rip it away from Samus. My power suit is still in Samus' possession, and retrieving it is nearly impossible.

"Docking procedure initiated." The computerized voice of the ship announced over the comms. I sighed as I prepared myself.

I stepped off my ship, I was greeted by a young man, he looked similar to 806, yet he was owned. A collar was clasped around his neck, while not of ownership as I looked over it, it was more of a worker collar.

"I thought 806 wanted her species freed." I grunted, the man looked at me, his head slightly cocked to the side.

"806? You must mean August, she's our boss, we work for her by our own will. She freed us, and we are free to leave any time, but she protects us." I looked him up and down, he really believed what he just said. I just scoffed and went on my way, clicking shoes following after me. "I was instructed to show you to your quarters while you were on the ship, please if you would follow me."

I paused, I motioned for him to take the lead, he happily bounded forward, taking the lead position. As we walked through the halls, I noticed there were small children running around, the same hybrids as 806. They looked at me and froze in horror, more staff coming out and ushering them away.

"Why are there children aboard a battleship?" I asked, the man kept walking.

"The Umbra is no longer fit for duty, we're now a research vessel, sometimes we will arrive to defend other fleets or to carry cargo for the Federation, but I assure you, this ship will not see real action." I sighed, I would've loved to be on an active duty battleship. "But it still has its class."

"Class? It's still a Hunter SS-3016? Even though it doesn't see action..."

"Yes, our systems will work, but we don't have any good firepower anymore, hope you recognize we can fight." I smiled. A somewhat active battleship is okay for me.

We turned a corner, stopping in front of a room.

"This it?"

"This is it." He smiled, he handed me a keycard, scanning it in the door's scanner, the door swished open. It revealed a spacious room, well, spacious for a ship. A bed sat in the right corner with a dresser near the door. A desk sat near the right side of the bed, atop sat a computer. The floor was metal, but a good soft rug covered most of the floor. Straight ahead was a large window looking out into the expanse of space, well right now it was looking mostly towards Daiban. "August hopes you enjoy your stay."

and with that, the man was gone. I wandered over to the bed and flopped down. It was comfortable, overly like the Federation chairs but... I think I can deal with it. I closed my eyes and sighed.

I'm going to make sure, that I finish this mission.