This fan-fic is one half of a prequel to the greatness of John Morey and
Blake Wales. It is the side of the story that involves Samus Aran.
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Samus: Apprentice Hunter *Decided to change the title*
Chapter 1 - Her Next Mission
Samus was familiar with the whole spiele involving what she had done. It
wasn't even two days ago when she demolished the Subway Restaurant on Freigo
Street. She had beratings out the wazoo from Keaton, who was an idiot. Her
CO, Adam Malkovich, had called her to a most unusual spot for a mission
breifing, a bathroom, as he was probably in a rush to do other business. She
was only part-way through the breifing...(Where the dialogue will begin.)
"Why talk to me while you're taking a crap, anyway?"
"Well, here's something that you missed." Samus paces back and forth.
"Hel-lo, you didn't answer my last question."
"Lady, I'm in a hurry, if you don't mind. I have to see Keaton about
something when I get off of the toilet. An unknown party has hired Space
Pirates for some kind of cargo siege." Samus groans.
"Pirates out there? That's something outta my league." Adam shrugs.
"Why wouldn't there be? They're everywhere, Lady." Samus paused
in thought as Adam procured a device. What if these were the same pirates
that attacked her family...her home colony? She remembered how scared she
was, and that her mother, Leah, had told her to hide. She didn't remember
anything else other than the Chozo finding her in the ruins.
"Samus? Samus? Lady, I have your mission!" He displays a hologram on the
portable device. Samus looks at some of it, glancing at one of the names.
"Locuthis Schneider? Last mission I heard he had, it was to protect a famous
author from being assassinated. I also heard that he hired a pathetic sniper
who couldn't tell a rifle's barrel from its butt to perform the assassination.
He's a cheap asshole who's only in this for glory points. He wants to work
beside the most famous of all the bounty hunters: me, Samus Aran, the girl
wonder of the galaxy." Adam laughs nervously.
'Girl wonder? It's a wonder she wasn't arrested yet.' "Well, I'm glad that
you've still got your attitude, Lady. It'll help you put up with him." Samus
blankly smiled at Adam for a moment, while it began to click into her fantasy.
Her face then turned into the most contorted expression of anger that an
anime artist could express.
"WHAT?! I DEMAND THAT YOU GIVE ME A DIFFERENT PARTNER! Houston, Boba Fatt,
hell, even that...that...that green bean Chairman, Keaton! I would much
rather put up with his incessant YOU'RE INCOMPETENT shouts than work with
Schneider!" A man inside a black and streamlined Varia-type Power Suit walks
in.
"Welllll...so you'd much rather have Keaton shouting in -your- ear rather than
Hardy's? You're as tough as they say. But then again, everyone hates him."
Samus scowls at Schneider.
"Everyone hates you, too." Schneider steps back a moment.
'Damn, she is a tough one to shake up.' "Well, you're not everybody." He
offers Samus his hand to shake. Samus looks down and smirks evilly, grabbing
his arm tightly and pulling him toward her.
"Thanks, I'll remove your arm and clout you on the head." He immediately
pulls away from her and backs up another step.
'Shit...even tougher to shake than I thought.' "Anyway, I wanted to say that,
um..." Samus' face turns back to an irritated look.
"All that 'honor to meet you' crap? Save it. I got no honor for you. I
don't even have a good reputation...yet." Both Samus and Schneider walk out of
the bathroom with Schneider basically talking Samus' ear off about all the
marvelous feats he had done as a bounty hunter, but...*record scratch*-let's
turn briefly to Hardy (also inside of a bathroom) for a little funny part, eh?
Hardy peeks out of the stall to see a big man, way fatter than he was, in a
green general's outfit. He wedges himself into the widest stall (which is
still too small for him), and laughs to himself.
"Gya, ha, ha! They don't make bathrooms for men like us, do they?" Hardy
couldn't help overhearing the fat guy mutter.
"No, they don't. I seriously wish that Keaton had made more standardization
for the obese."
"Ah, well. Bigger oaf than we, eh? Gyaa, ha, ha, haa! So-" The fat guy
tries to pull himself out of the stall, but can't even move off of the toilet.
"Aw, crap. Shouldn'ta pushed my luck. Hey, you're the security chief, right?
Can you, you know...call a crew down here to get me out of this stall?"
"I'm already on it." Hardy dials the number on his cell phone. "Hello? We
have a problem. There's a fat guy stuck in a bathroom stall-NO, IT'S NOT
ME!!! Someone else who's even bigger than I am!"
"GYAAA, HAA, HAAA!"
----------------------------
Samus had to go whereever Schneider went, after having read the contract
orders. She was his partner, but she was also a liability, being an
apprentice hunter, and she so wanted to see Schneider's face if she got
lost on purpose with him. She wanted to put herself in as much danger as
possible and see what his demeanor would be towards her. But she knew better,
she was being put on a probationary measure that meant her own personal hunts
had to go on the back burner.
"Say, Miss Aran? I think you could use a laugh before we work. How about we
go to the Funny Bunny Comedy parlor and see the performances?" Samus looks
at Schneider with her usual 'I will kill you if you piss me off' glare and
walks inside of the parlor doors. Schneider follows her in, just as a limo
arrives. He motions to the bouncer and gives him 500 Credits secretly.
"She's with me. Take it or give it to someone else, I don't want it." The
bouncer grunts. The bouncer stops someone else at the door and says:
"You fix cable?"
--------------------------------
"The last few acts were really blah. They were all from that one temp group.
I don't know what it was called, but whatever." Schneider waves his hand
at no particular direction. Samus leans over to look at the front-most
table.
"Hey! Is that Adam Malkovich?! So this is his business with Keaton."
"And now...Armstrong Houstonnnn!" A guy dressed in a dress and fruit hat
falls on the stage after pushing away the curtains. Samus laughs at the oaf,
watching him struggle to get up on the platform heels that he was wearing.
Samus turns away while he continues to fall twice more, watching a group of
police enter. A fat guy turns to face them.
"Ah, so you're finally here. Why does it take you idiots hours to trace a
call and set up a rescue team?" The sergeant walks up to Hardy.
"We were all set, but we couldn't find our jaws-of-life, so..." Hardy
facefalls.
"AAGH! You mean to tell me that-" Music plays further toward the stage.
"EVERYBODY LOVES HAR-DY!!!" Hardy shakes his head. More nonsense about
him. It was like this all evening with those last acts. Hardy sighs.
"Whatever, I've got you to deal with." Hardy points to the sergeant. "Do
you have the jaws-of-life now?"
"Yes, sir. We can perform rescue right away."
(Inside the bathroom) The guy in the green general outfit is still on the
toilet. "On top of spaghetti...oh, God, I want some spaghetti." His stomach
growls.
(Back in the parlor) "He's a healthy eat-er, and that's a 'fat'!"
Samus looks at the fool on the stage.
"I guess I can tolerate asking you a question or two." Schneider looks
at Samus with interest.
"Fire away then, Samus." Samus brushes her hair out of the way.
"Who the hell is Hardy?" Schneider's head slams on the table.
"Who is Hardy?" He laughs at that question. "He's that fat guy over there.
James Hardy, the Galactic Federation Chief of Security."
"Oh, a cop." Samus rolls her eyes. "So, who's the joker on stage?"
"Heh...Armstrong Houston, a bounty hunter. He's pathetic. Hardly gets
work because he doesn't come to a CO for commissions, he'd rather they
come to him. Have you even SEEN the condition of filth he lives in?"
Samus squirms a moment. This guy was a slob?
"Gods, I wouldn't wanna work with him."
"Ah, changed your mind about working with Houston, have you? Well, then.
I'd like to give you some information. Work alone or with me, it's your
choice, but in the end, I'll always still be beside you." Samus slaps his
arm.
"Nice try, perv-guy." Schneider grunts and takes a sip from his water glass.
And Houston sang on, to the cheers and laughs of the audience...
---------------------------------
"Schneider." He looks at Samus. She didn't have her usual mad face at him.
It was actually more of a blank...sad face, even if she wasn't looking at
him, he could tell.
"What?" She shakes her head. What could be worse than facing pirates?
Worried about several things, Samus looks up at Schneider and weakly smiles.
"I...guess I should go check in with Ezzie and tell him I got a job. He's
always worried about when I'm gone for more than six hours. You don't mind
my going alone, do you? I can take care of myself."
"That's fine. I need to do some preparations for us, anyway. I'd be better
off alone, also." Samus and Schneider part ways on the sidewalk, Samus
heading westward to the apartments that she lived at. Schneider, however,
ducked into an alley. He looked around and then whispered. Three men in
black suits walk up to him.
"Mr. Schneider...We were expecting you. Do you have the information?"
Schneider hands over a disk.
"Thank you. This will tell us where the 'ME' are. You will be ascertained
to recieve some of them." Schneider also hands them a card.
"50,000 Credits. I want you to deal with a small problem." The men in black
look at Schneider.
"Oh. Oh! You mean her. Yes. We will keep her nose out of trouble for her
own good. Count on the agents of Marduk...she will either fear us, or die."
---------------------------------
Samus knocked on the door. "Ezzie? Ezzie? You awake?" She hears someone
shout faintly across the door.
"Yeah! I'm in the tub right now!" Samus opens the door.
"Get your head out of the gutter, you-" She drops her jaw in shock. For
once, the place was clean. Spotless without her needing to do anything.
"...you...ah...cleaned without me. I guess you must already know, then."
"Yeah. Adam told me about your job. Going after pirates, eh? Must be going
up on the ladder of your ranks. They actually trust you with that."
"Not completely...not yet. They have a senior hunter with me." Ezzie pokes
his head out from the bathroom door. His face looked as though he was dis-
gusted with something.
"Yeah...Schneider, though? As in...Locuthis Schneider? He's a glory hog,
I'll give him that. He takes every active commission and wraps it all up
in a single day. It's like he sets it all up to be easy for him-"
"I know, and earns twice what he pays his goons! Oh well." Samus walks to
the door. Ezzie rushes out of the bathroom wearing a pair of khaki pants.
"Hey! Tell Houston to come on over, I haven't seen him in a while." Samus
looks up suddenly. Houston? Wasn't he the guy on stage earlier...?
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Samus had no idea where to find Houston, when she heard someone mumbling
from outside of his open doorway.
"What should I buy for this? Maybe some extra Missile Packs...Energy Tanks.
No! Wait! Missile and Beam Upgrades! Yah! Missiles and Beams!" Samus
peeks inside of the apartment.
"Oh, gods...what a mess. Worse than Ezzie." Houston turns to face Samus.
"Who's Ezzie?" Samus steps into the apartment, raising her legs over a
pile of dirty clothes.
"My roommate. Game freak, uber-big-time."
"Wait...Ezzie Watskirchan?"
"That'd be him." Houston trips over a cord.
"Shit! I've not visited him in a month! Never seen you around here, though.
Maybe ya just were locked in your tidy little space of a room." Samus walks
up to Houston and motions to punch him.
"It SO happens that I have lived here for two years as an apprentice bounty
hunter on Alpha Centauri Station! Now, if YOU think that Ezzie is as much
of a mess-monger as you, you're sorely mistaken!" Samus looks at the sink.
Piled with dirty plates. "He DOES do the dishes. And he vacuums the floor,
when there isn't stuff all over it. It's my job to keep stuff off of it
as much as I can while there." 'Although he did clean without me tonight.'
"And what do you do for rent and bills? And food??" Samus folds her arms.
"He's got a steady job as a game designer. Works for Nintendo." Houston
picks up some dirty T-shirts.
"Ooh, big whoop. The oldest and best game company aside of SquareEnix."
Houston throws the shirts into a basket. "It so happens that I'm treating
myself to a clean apartment because I got me a big-ass lump sum of Creds,
and you only get chump change with your job, if you can get one!" That
stung Samus like a hornet's entire nest. She wasn't boiling at this guy
earlier, but now she was, and hit him so hard that he toppled over the
couch that he was knocked into.
"SON OF A BITCH! Don't you DARE diss me! I've been trained to fight, and
quite possibly for years more than you! You're just some filthy asshole
who got filthy rich quick! And how?! By dressing up as the Chiquita Banana
Lady and singing about Hardy! You are so LOW and RUDE!! I would never work
with you on a bounty mission!" Houston struggles up over the couch.
"FINE! I'm quitting the Guild soon, anyway! I'd HATE TO BE YOUR PARTNER!
SOMEONE WHO WOULD BE THE ABSOLUTE SLEAZEBALL PUTTING UP WITH YOUR BULLSHIT,
JUST SO HE CAN TRY TO GET A PIECE OF YOUR ASS!" Samus walks outside the door
as it closes, then punches it, causing a large dent in the door. Schneider
looks at Samus with surprise.
"Did that hurt?" Samus looks down at her hand. Red, and it did hurt.
"Yeah. I'm lucky I'm not bleeding. I shouldn't have hit the door that hard."
She hears Houston scream and swear about the door being jammed shut because of
the sizeable dent she made. "Oh well, it serves him right. He ought to be
quarantined in that pigsty." Samus shakes her sore hand and walks away.
"Miss Aran? You might want your Power Suit for this job." Samus looks at
Schneider, grinning.
"Naw. I don't need it. Not yet, anyway. We aren't leaving the station for
a while. I just saw something suspicious while heading back here...and I
think that it's our quarry."
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(The next chapter gets a little silly and serious at the same time. I've
decided to blot out what little DBZ elements were in here and call it an
'unknown party' instead. After all, spies in the Federation don't get a
lot of info these days. ^_^)
Blake Wales. It is the side of the story that involves Samus Aran.
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Samus: Apprentice Hunter *Decided to change the title*
Chapter 1 - Her Next Mission
Samus was familiar with the whole spiele involving what she had done. It
wasn't even two days ago when she demolished the Subway Restaurant on Freigo
Street. She had beratings out the wazoo from Keaton, who was an idiot. Her
CO, Adam Malkovich, had called her to a most unusual spot for a mission
breifing, a bathroom, as he was probably in a rush to do other business. She
was only part-way through the breifing...(Where the dialogue will begin.)
"Why talk to me while you're taking a crap, anyway?"
"Well, here's something that you missed." Samus paces back and forth.
"Hel-lo, you didn't answer my last question."
"Lady, I'm in a hurry, if you don't mind. I have to see Keaton about
something when I get off of the toilet. An unknown party has hired Space
Pirates for some kind of cargo siege." Samus groans.
"Pirates out there? That's something outta my league." Adam shrugs.
"Why wouldn't there be? They're everywhere, Lady." Samus paused
in thought as Adam procured a device. What if these were the same pirates
that attacked her family...her home colony? She remembered how scared she
was, and that her mother, Leah, had told her to hide. She didn't remember
anything else other than the Chozo finding her in the ruins.
"Samus? Samus? Lady, I have your mission!" He displays a hologram on the
portable device. Samus looks at some of it, glancing at one of the names.
"Locuthis Schneider? Last mission I heard he had, it was to protect a famous
author from being assassinated. I also heard that he hired a pathetic sniper
who couldn't tell a rifle's barrel from its butt to perform the assassination.
He's a cheap asshole who's only in this for glory points. He wants to work
beside the most famous of all the bounty hunters: me, Samus Aran, the girl
wonder of the galaxy." Adam laughs nervously.
'Girl wonder? It's a wonder she wasn't arrested yet.' "Well, I'm glad that
you've still got your attitude, Lady. It'll help you put up with him." Samus
blankly smiled at Adam for a moment, while it began to click into her fantasy.
Her face then turned into the most contorted expression of anger that an
anime artist could express.
"WHAT?! I DEMAND THAT YOU GIVE ME A DIFFERENT PARTNER! Houston, Boba Fatt,
hell, even that...that...that green bean Chairman, Keaton! I would much
rather put up with his incessant YOU'RE INCOMPETENT shouts than work with
Schneider!" A man inside a black and streamlined Varia-type Power Suit walks
in.
"Welllll...so you'd much rather have Keaton shouting in -your- ear rather than
Hardy's? You're as tough as they say. But then again, everyone hates him."
Samus scowls at Schneider.
"Everyone hates you, too." Schneider steps back a moment.
'Damn, she is a tough one to shake up.' "Well, you're not everybody." He
offers Samus his hand to shake. Samus looks down and smirks evilly, grabbing
his arm tightly and pulling him toward her.
"Thanks, I'll remove your arm and clout you on the head." He immediately
pulls away from her and backs up another step.
'Shit...even tougher to shake than I thought.' "Anyway, I wanted to say that,
um..." Samus' face turns back to an irritated look.
"All that 'honor to meet you' crap? Save it. I got no honor for you. I
don't even have a good reputation...yet." Both Samus and Schneider walk out of
the bathroom with Schneider basically talking Samus' ear off about all the
marvelous feats he had done as a bounty hunter, but...*record scratch*-let's
turn briefly to Hardy (also inside of a bathroom) for a little funny part, eh?
Hardy peeks out of the stall to see a big man, way fatter than he was, in a
green general's outfit. He wedges himself into the widest stall (which is
still too small for him), and laughs to himself.
"Gya, ha, ha! They don't make bathrooms for men like us, do they?" Hardy
couldn't help overhearing the fat guy mutter.
"No, they don't. I seriously wish that Keaton had made more standardization
for the obese."
"Ah, well. Bigger oaf than we, eh? Gyaa, ha, ha, haa! So-" The fat guy
tries to pull himself out of the stall, but can't even move off of the toilet.
"Aw, crap. Shouldn'ta pushed my luck. Hey, you're the security chief, right?
Can you, you know...call a crew down here to get me out of this stall?"
"I'm already on it." Hardy dials the number on his cell phone. "Hello? We
have a problem. There's a fat guy stuck in a bathroom stall-NO, IT'S NOT
ME!!! Someone else who's even bigger than I am!"
"GYAAA, HAA, HAAA!"
----------------------------
Samus had to go whereever Schneider went, after having read the contract
orders. She was his partner, but she was also a liability, being an
apprentice hunter, and she so wanted to see Schneider's face if she got
lost on purpose with him. She wanted to put herself in as much danger as
possible and see what his demeanor would be towards her. But she knew better,
she was being put on a probationary measure that meant her own personal hunts
had to go on the back burner.
"Say, Miss Aran? I think you could use a laugh before we work. How about we
go to the Funny Bunny Comedy parlor and see the performances?" Samus looks
at Schneider with her usual 'I will kill you if you piss me off' glare and
walks inside of the parlor doors. Schneider follows her in, just as a limo
arrives. He motions to the bouncer and gives him 500 Credits secretly.
"She's with me. Take it or give it to someone else, I don't want it." The
bouncer grunts. The bouncer stops someone else at the door and says:
"You fix cable?"
--------------------------------
"The last few acts were really blah. They were all from that one temp group.
I don't know what it was called, but whatever." Schneider waves his hand
at no particular direction. Samus leans over to look at the front-most
table.
"Hey! Is that Adam Malkovich?! So this is his business with Keaton."
"And now...Armstrong Houstonnnn!" A guy dressed in a dress and fruit hat
falls on the stage after pushing away the curtains. Samus laughs at the oaf,
watching him struggle to get up on the platform heels that he was wearing.
Samus turns away while he continues to fall twice more, watching a group of
police enter. A fat guy turns to face them.
"Ah, so you're finally here. Why does it take you idiots hours to trace a
call and set up a rescue team?" The sergeant walks up to Hardy.
"We were all set, but we couldn't find our jaws-of-life, so..." Hardy
facefalls.
"AAGH! You mean to tell me that-" Music plays further toward the stage.
"EVERYBODY LOVES HAR-DY!!!" Hardy shakes his head. More nonsense about
him. It was like this all evening with those last acts. Hardy sighs.
"Whatever, I've got you to deal with." Hardy points to the sergeant. "Do
you have the jaws-of-life now?"
"Yes, sir. We can perform rescue right away."
(Inside the bathroom) The guy in the green general outfit is still on the
toilet. "On top of spaghetti...oh, God, I want some spaghetti." His stomach
growls.
(Back in the parlor) "He's a healthy eat-er, and that's a 'fat'!"
Samus looks at the fool on the stage.
"I guess I can tolerate asking you a question or two." Schneider looks
at Samus with interest.
"Fire away then, Samus." Samus brushes her hair out of the way.
"Who the hell is Hardy?" Schneider's head slams on the table.
"Who is Hardy?" He laughs at that question. "He's that fat guy over there.
James Hardy, the Galactic Federation Chief of Security."
"Oh, a cop." Samus rolls her eyes. "So, who's the joker on stage?"
"Heh...Armstrong Houston, a bounty hunter. He's pathetic. Hardly gets
work because he doesn't come to a CO for commissions, he'd rather they
come to him. Have you even SEEN the condition of filth he lives in?"
Samus squirms a moment. This guy was a slob?
"Gods, I wouldn't wanna work with him."
"Ah, changed your mind about working with Houston, have you? Well, then.
I'd like to give you some information. Work alone or with me, it's your
choice, but in the end, I'll always still be beside you." Samus slaps his
arm.
"Nice try, perv-guy." Schneider grunts and takes a sip from his water glass.
And Houston sang on, to the cheers and laughs of the audience...
---------------------------------
"Schneider." He looks at Samus. She didn't have her usual mad face at him.
It was actually more of a blank...sad face, even if she wasn't looking at
him, he could tell.
"What?" She shakes her head. What could be worse than facing pirates?
Worried about several things, Samus looks up at Schneider and weakly smiles.
"I...guess I should go check in with Ezzie and tell him I got a job. He's
always worried about when I'm gone for more than six hours. You don't mind
my going alone, do you? I can take care of myself."
"That's fine. I need to do some preparations for us, anyway. I'd be better
off alone, also." Samus and Schneider part ways on the sidewalk, Samus
heading westward to the apartments that she lived at. Schneider, however,
ducked into an alley. He looked around and then whispered. Three men in
black suits walk up to him.
"Mr. Schneider...We were expecting you. Do you have the information?"
Schneider hands over a disk.
"Thank you. This will tell us where the 'ME' are. You will be ascertained
to recieve some of them." Schneider also hands them a card.
"50,000 Credits. I want you to deal with a small problem." The men in black
look at Schneider.
"Oh. Oh! You mean her. Yes. We will keep her nose out of trouble for her
own good. Count on the agents of Marduk...she will either fear us, or die."
---------------------------------
Samus knocked on the door. "Ezzie? Ezzie? You awake?" She hears someone
shout faintly across the door.
"Yeah! I'm in the tub right now!" Samus opens the door.
"Get your head out of the gutter, you-" She drops her jaw in shock. For
once, the place was clean. Spotless without her needing to do anything.
"...you...ah...cleaned without me. I guess you must already know, then."
"Yeah. Adam told me about your job. Going after pirates, eh? Must be going
up on the ladder of your ranks. They actually trust you with that."
"Not completely...not yet. They have a senior hunter with me." Ezzie pokes
his head out from the bathroom door. His face looked as though he was dis-
gusted with something.
"Yeah...Schneider, though? As in...Locuthis Schneider? He's a glory hog,
I'll give him that. He takes every active commission and wraps it all up
in a single day. It's like he sets it all up to be easy for him-"
"I know, and earns twice what he pays his goons! Oh well." Samus walks to
the door. Ezzie rushes out of the bathroom wearing a pair of khaki pants.
"Hey! Tell Houston to come on over, I haven't seen him in a while." Samus
looks up suddenly. Houston? Wasn't he the guy on stage earlier...?
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Samus had no idea where to find Houston, when she heard someone mumbling
from outside of his open doorway.
"What should I buy for this? Maybe some extra Missile Packs...Energy Tanks.
No! Wait! Missile and Beam Upgrades! Yah! Missiles and Beams!" Samus
peeks inside of the apartment.
"Oh, gods...what a mess. Worse than Ezzie." Houston turns to face Samus.
"Who's Ezzie?" Samus steps into the apartment, raising her legs over a
pile of dirty clothes.
"My roommate. Game freak, uber-big-time."
"Wait...Ezzie Watskirchan?"
"That'd be him." Houston trips over a cord.
"Shit! I've not visited him in a month! Never seen you around here, though.
Maybe ya just were locked in your tidy little space of a room." Samus walks
up to Houston and motions to punch him.
"It SO happens that I have lived here for two years as an apprentice bounty
hunter on Alpha Centauri Station! Now, if YOU think that Ezzie is as much
of a mess-monger as you, you're sorely mistaken!" Samus looks at the sink.
Piled with dirty plates. "He DOES do the dishes. And he vacuums the floor,
when there isn't stuff all over it. It's my job to keep stuff off of it
as much as I can while there." 'Although he did clean without me tonight.'
"And what do you do for rent and bills? And food??" Samus folds her arms.
"He's got a steady job as a game designer. Works for Nintendo." Houston
picks up some dirty T-shirts.
"Ooh, big whoop. The oldest and best game company aside of SquareEnix."
Houston throws the shirts into a basket. "It so happens that I'm treating
myself to a clean apartment because I got me a big-ass lump sum of Creds,
and you only get chump change with your job, if you can get one!" That
stung Samus like a hornet's entire nest. She wasn't boiling at this guy
earlier, but now she was, and hit him so hard that he toppled over the
couch that he was knocked into.
"SON OF A BITCH! Don't you DARE diss me! I've been trained to fight, and
quite possibly for years more than you! You're just some filthy asshole
who got filthy rich quick! And how?! By dressing up as the Chiquita Banana
Lady and singing about Hardy! You are so LOW and RUDE!! I would never work
with you on a bounty mission!" Houston struggles up over the couch.
"FINE! I'm quitting the Guild soon, anyway! I'd HATE TO BE YOUR PARTNER!
SOMEONE WHO WOULD BE THE ABSOLUTE SLEAZEBALL PUTTING UP WITH YOUR BULLSHIT,
JUST SO HE CAN TRY TO GET A PIECE OF YOUR ASS!" Samus walks outside the door
as it closes, then punches it, causing a large dent in the door. Schneider
looks at Samus with surprise.
"Did that hurt?" Samus looks down at her hand. Red, and it did hurt.
"Yeah. I'm lucky I'm not bleeding. I shouldn't have hit the door that hard."
She hears Houston scream and swear about the door being jammed shut because of
the sizeable dent she made. "Oh well, it serves him right. He ought to be
quarantined in that pigsty." Samus shakes her sore hand and walks away.
"Miss Aran? You might want your Power Suit for this job." Samus looks at
Schneider, grinning.
"Naw. I don't need it. Not yet, anyway. We aren't leaving the station for
a while. I just saw something suspicious while heading back here...and I
think that it's our quarry."
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(The next chapter gets a little silly and serious at the same time. I've
decided to blot out what little DBZ elements were in here and call it an
'unknown party' instead. After all, spies in the Federation don't get a
lot of info these days. ^_^)