I sat in base camp, the warmth and feeling from Bryce lingering on my body, making me shiver at the thought. Such a delicate touch, I felt the heat rise in my face, I shook my head to scare off the thought. I glanced over at 806 who was curled up on the slippery stones sleeping peacefully. I sighed, we made a stop at a smaller, minor planet, yet there was a possibility of documents being here and we had to scour for those documents. The Federation wanted to reconstruct the Legendary Power Suit, yet they didn't even know how it compacted itself out of the naked eye's field of view.

If it was my choice, I would be employed by someone else than the Federation, but that wasn't an option. They're the only ones willing to pay me and other Hunters. Being my only source of income at eighteen, beggars can't be choosers, even if it requires having to work with a polar opposite.

806, a cunning Bounty Hunter. Reportedly banks two billion Federation Credits, quite obvious when she owns a Hunter Class-SS(5-1)ship, with all that technology and having to pay her employees and buying all that food. Most of her Bounties come from spy, capture, treasure, and research missions, rarely is she ever offered something high that Samus Aran has refused to take. For being the human subspecies Animalias, she can easily pretend to be a slave for weeks at a time and get any information needed, while it does take awhile, she is one of the best spies out there, and who can resist the ability to own an Animalias acquired without dropping a couple credits?

She is my partner here just to get documents, and any valuables to transport or record for the Federation. A lap dog, quite literally, to the Federation. No one really knows my "legendary" kinship to a galactic savior, only a few living Space Pirates, and they are usually killed by the time they reach their ships, mostly by Ridley for failures, and or fun.

I turned my body, Ridley, that dragon has been quite dormant for some time, more than likely plotting against Samus, and I'll let him, I know he knows I exist, yet he has made no move to attack me, except for maybe that Space Pirate a few days ago. Yet attacking the planet Samus resides on is more than useless when she knows the turf very well. Bio domes cover the surface, private pets for Samus Aran, acquired as prizes or offerings, luring her out wouldn't be hard in all honesty, killing her would be the issue though. I grunted, why was I thinking of killing Samus Aran? My mother? A bitter taste flooded my mouth, she disowned me, that's why.

I reach for the message card that the Pirate had slipped into my pants when he attacked me. I know that sounds weird, but the card would only be activated by pirate blood and shoving it in my pocket and soaking me in his blood gave me the message, crafty Pirates. I turned the jet black card in my hands, a side effect from being covered in Pirate blood obviously, I hit the play button, Ridley sitting in front of me.

"Spawn!" He screeched, I rolled my eyes, "We have been on friendly terms, with a mutual enemy, I would like to invite you to fight for the Pirates." He stopped mid-sentence, reaching over to grab some Federation Credits, more than likely looted from banks and dead soldiers. "We will of course pay you handsomely, and you will be my subordinate, after the untimely death of Kraid." His eyes darted off to the side, more than likely looking at the fresh corpse.

"Spawn, I know you despise the Hunter, and you will get your pay back to the Hunter. The spot will be open at all times, so whenever you wish to join, please fly to the coordinates." with that, Ridley had flashed away showing coordinates, why bother giving them to the Federation? I'm a new Hunter, they'll call me a liar, and charge me for treason, how like them as I think about it. I was honored that the leader of the Space Pirates would speak directly to me, strangely enough if I was honest. I don't want to spend my whole life wasted, cheating in this game, I had to choose a side. I can't wake up one day, and find that I never became what I wanted to be, which isn't a Bounty Hunter. I murmured, why was I so stupid?

"1986, you're stressed out, just go to sleep." I snapped back to 806, she sat up groggily, eying me as she yawned. She doesn't know what Ridley said as he spoke in his native tongue. I grumbled as I relaxed my muscles to go to sleep, yet I usually stayed in a stasis pod, I don't have that luxury. My ship was docked at Bryyo, getting repairs, towed by the Federation as they insisted I traveled with 806. Once we land in Bryyo, we transfer to my ship after getting any information we need, and hightail it before connections could be made.

My eyelids grew heavy, I slowly drifted asleep, darkness veiled me, I was cut off for a moment.

I awoke, 806 stretching next to me as she yawned. I sat up, the stone isn't the most comfortable thing in the universe, yet much better than steel beams, that's for sure. I stretched out my arms, tightly flexing my fingers as I shook my hands, as if to wake up my arms. I stood up as a groggy 806 struggled to crawl, she fell to the floor closing her eyes, I went to put on my combat boots. After the minutes that took me, 806 appeared next to me, sliding on the leather soled flats she brought along.

"We'll be on this planet for a few hours until we make our way back." I grumbled towards 806 whom was on the floor stretching like a domesticated canine or feline. I rolled my eyes, this was the stealthiest spy and deadly threat? More like a pet than an actual Bounty Hunter.

"Right, I've packed all the valuables we have recovered so far." She said as she stood up slinging a bag over her left shoulder. We started the way we came, only taking a well beaten path. After sometime of silence I heard 806 speak up.

"What planet are you from?" I stopped in my tracks, no one would ask a question like that. I turned and looked at her, her eyes hopeful. I sighed, I might regret this later like everything I've ever done.

"Sarious 106.9-202112191." I grunted as I turned around continuing along the path. I heard footsteps as she caught up with me.

"An outer planet, I believe. Less security from the Federation, big on outlaws and hunters." She stopped in her tracks. "Are you the daughter of a Bounty Hunter or Outlaw?"

"Outlaw, long dead though." I grunted pushing a large fallen tree branch out of the way. I just lied to her, yet she more than likely couldn't tell, Samus Aran is an outlaw in my personal opinion. "What's your life story?" I mentally kicked myself when I already knew it, no one needed to ask, they already knew the answer.

"I was genetically born in a test tube in a lab, the only living one from my litter that year, I was raised with grown adults who were to teach me everything. I worked in fields when I turned three, when I turned sixteen, they removed reproductive tissues from my body, they sold me to some... deranged... man. He died within two years after his purchase, in his will he requested those under twenty be set free and the rest allowed to meet a child of theirs." She stopped as she looked at me, I turned my face as if a large fern hit my face. This story is different from many, but similar to many.

"I lived on the streets for four years, avoiding capture attempts, barely eating, barely alive as well. One thing I didn't know, the last year of living on the streets, my first child was born in a lab," she flinched, her chest puffed out as I could hear her voice falter a bit, "they killed him, he was born blind. Twenty-two, living on the streets with a child, not a normal situation, I know that, but still... Apparently, one of the scientists there, he kept DNA data on all Animalias' born, connecting the child to me, he eventually found me after, a day after the death..." She stopped, I turned and looked at her, I cocked my head to the side. Her posture was loose and frightened, her ears flattened, tail fluffed out, eyes void of any life. Her arms hang lifeless at her sides, her mind in a different time in place.

"It's strange seeing your offspring, it's a strange experience, yet it's exhilarating as well. Even if he was dead, I felt connected to him, holding his lifeless form..." Her voice went up in pitch as her vocal cords tightened up. "You don't want to live after seeing your dead child, you don't want to live knowing you were never there, or were never given a chance." She blankly looked off in the distance, her mouth opening a bit and closing as no sound came out. "Slashour was there as he watched him die peacefully, he told me how he would strongly grip his finger, and how he held his finger while he was injected with the fluid that killed him." She stopped again, she stood up straight, becoming more animated than the form from before.

"I love my children so much, if one of them were to be harmed, I could never find it in my heart to forgive myself for not being there. That's why all those children are there, that's why I love Slashour. They pair two completely different genetic codes, and Slashour is the father for all my children, and I love him so." She stopped talking, the rest of the walk was in silence as 806's face was cold and stoic. I stuck close to the older woman, as if I could comfort her.