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It all began on that cold winter night. Ice was forming once again on the windows of every building along the street and the lights of various storefront displays were fading as the blizzard knocked out powerline after powerline. Looking wearily from the window of the cafe, Samus knew that once again, she would never make it home to her small apartment. She glanced around the room, not caring if anyone saw her face, not many in the galactic rim would clearly recognize it. She sighed into her mug, believing at last that maybe she was getting too old for all this work; most bounty hunters she had known had retired years ago, yet she felt compelled to stay.
Infused with Chozo and Metroid blood, her body, as doctors had explained countless times, would outlive any other species, letting her age at an extremely slow rate. This she had known full well, having many young and bold adventurers offer their services to her over the years only to rear back in shock when they learned she was at least 30 years if not more, their senior. Regected by the Federation after the BSL incident, and accused of being a terroist and enemy of the state, it became harder and harder to find work; she finally became stuck on this desolet frozen planet, trying to live out the rest of her years in exile from everyone she ever knew. Looking up once more in vague hopes that her newest employer would show up, she saw only criminals giving her longing stares, though she responded with a stone cold face, making them turn away. A small squishing noise at the door made everyone in the room sharply look at the intruder of the snow-bound cafe. Samus instantly knew who he was, why he was here and wished that she had never accepted the notice, and was sitting in her room polishing her armor right now. Shade, cloaked in armor continuously, looked from behind his visor directly at Samus, then went quietly over and sat down across from her, giving good reason for everyone not to listen in by fingering a plasma-shock rifle on his belt.
Looking up at Samus, he said simply: "Have time for one last hunt?" She starred back at him for a second before replying boldly, "Definitely".