Admiral Dane ordered us all back to our chairs after an explanation from Spire. Then, after giving me a bandage to soak up my blood, and an ice pack for Noxus's crotch, he started to talk. "Welcome, bounty hunters from all across the galaxy. You have gathered here today after agreeing by the Galactic Federation's asking for special training. We thank you greatly, and hope you enjoy the course we have planned for each of you. Now you will all begin this evening at 1900 hours. For those of you who aren't familiar with military time, that's around 7:00. Meet at this very room and we'll get you all going. Enjoy the rest of your day." The Admiral saluted, nodding once.

The ten bounty hunters stood, and filed out of the conference chamber in a mannered way. "You-" Dane said to me. "Get that whatever-it-is on you stitched up. And you-" he spoke to Noxus, who was walking out of the room painfully. "Pull yourself together. It was merely a crunch-shot." He turned, chuckling, and muttering his insult towards Noxus to himself several times.

I held my bleeding tentacle, blood still gushing through my fingers and running down my wrist. But, by this time, my entire arm was blue, so there didn't make any difference if I stopped the seeping wound.

"Are you okay? That tear seems bad." Samus said as she walked in step with me out of the room. "Want me to look at it?"

I nodded, smiling. "Thanks," I went to a bench and sat down, with Samus seating herself to my right. She reached up and took the tendril in her armored fingers. "be careful. There sensitive." I cautioned, tightening my shoulders.

She laughed lightly. "Don't worry. Even with my aggressive hunting, I can be gentle," Samus twisted around, calling to the Federation workers who did their duties on Olympus, "may I have some towels, please?"

Someone strolling by complied, dashing off through a hexagonal door and returning moments later with a stack of fresh cloth. He handed them to Samus, who thanked him with a smile.

I felt the softness of the towel as Samus absorbed the blood from the tentacle, eventually tainting the white completely blue. She set that one aside and grabbed another, resuming the cleaning.

"That Noxus is quite a character, huh?" She said.

I nodded, making sure I didn't bump my wound. "He's changed much since I last saw him."

"Which was...?"
 "About six years ago. I never imagined him becoming so cocky."

"You used to be that way, before you were taken by Dark Samus," she responded sadly, discarding another soaked towel. "Do you remember that?"

"It's been only two days since I was locked inside her. Why do you ask?" I turned my head down to Samus.

"Because it feels like an eternity or some reason... That I didn't see you for so long... Thinking you were dead..." She muttered, continuing to mop up blood.

"But I wasn't completely gone. You know that, right?"

Samus stopped cleaning, running out of rags. Nodding, she said, "We should probably get you to the infirmary. I can't stitch this back onto you." She stood, looking down a hall. "It's that way, did you want me to come along?"

I sighed. "No, I think I'll be okay. Thanks for the offer, though." I turned away, walking to where she had mentioned. "See you around, Samus."

I padded down the corridor, hearing her say, "Bye, Rundas."

I opened the infirmary door, seeing the nurse that toyed with medical tools out of boredom. Her blond haired head twisted in my direction and she smiled. "Hello! My, what happened to you?" She approached me, taking my arm and leading me over to a doctor's bed, where I sat on the crinkly paper that was laid over it.

I shrugged. "Got into a little fight. This hurts like there's no tomorrow."

She laughed a few times. "I can imagine. Now just sit still..." She had retrieved a stool, standing on it in able to reach my height. "I have to sow this back on, so it will hurt. But a big strong bounty hunter like you should be able to handle it, right?"

I sat as quietly and anti-fidgety as I could. The pain from the needle she pulled in and out of my jaw pinched and stung. I winced when she poked through my skin each time she brought the pin up and then back down. A thin, yet strong elastic string held my tentacle back in place once the nurse was finished.

"There! That should be good!" I got up, rubbing the sore and throbbing spot on my neck. "Don't get into any more fights now, you hear?" I nodded, leaving the room and thanking her for the help.

My little trip to the infirmary had eaten about five minutes out of my day. I noticed that Trace and Spire were walking towards the cafeteria hall, talking in low voices. Curious, I followed them as the aroma of food reached my nose. I breathed deeply, my stomach growling from hunger. They entered the dining area.

I ducked under the door, finding a table where Gandrayda and Ghor ate. Samus, Noxus, and Kanden were nowhere to be seen, but Sylux and Weavel were ordering their breakfasts. I sat next to the shapeshifter and robot. "Hey."

Ghor didn't look at me, but mechanically shoveled a slice of his cheese omelette into his mouth. His head was turned towards Sylux's table, though I wasn't too sure who he was watching. A blank stare was on his face.

Gandrayda set down her glass of orange juice. "I see you've gotten patched up." She pointed towards my tentacle.

I nodded. "Yeah, it wasn't too bad."

She smiled, giggling. "I loved when you totally winded Noxus. That was hilarious. You should've seen him walking awkwardly down the hallways. Absolutely priceless."

"Did I kick him that hard?" I asked, sounding like I was worried. Yet I internally screamed, "Yes!"

"Didn't you see him holding his crotch? You deserve a gold medal for that perfect score!" She raised her hand, and I high-fived her.

My stomach growled again. "What's on the menu this morning?" I asked Gandrayda as she swallowed a mouthful of her juice.

"Usual crappy human stuff. There's hash browns, eggs, sausages, and a whole variety of other things I have no idea how to pronounce." I looked at the list of morning meals one could order above the kitchens.

"I think I'll have waffles. Those sound good." I got up and approached the counter, asking the woman taking requests politely for what I wanted. She nodded, turning and shouting commands to her co-workers.

I spied a sign that was posted on the window. Please wait patiently for you food. Thank you, was what it read, so I followed. I stood, not noticing someone approach me.

"Excuse me, Phrygisian, might I come through?" A gruff voice said from behind me.

I turned and looked down to see a Galactic Federation trooper, who's suit was equipped with shiny silver armor. His helmet was placed a tad hastily over his head, barely exposing some reddened skin on his neck. There were dents in his suit, but none of them were extremely serious. I couldn't see his face through the glass that covered the front half of his helmet.

"Of course." I stepped to the side, allowing the trooper to order what he would like as well. I noticed what appeared to be a trio of tear marks that had been recently sealed on his back. His shoulders were broad and strong, his legs thick and muscular. The soldier's spine was bulkier and more protrudent than what was average. Maybe he was some sort of genetically enhanced super soldier... Grossly enhanced...

A plate being set down onto the counter startled me, and I saw on it a stack of three golden brown waffles, with blue berries and whipped cream on the sides in bowls. On the tray was a fork, knife, spoon, and napkin.

I took the platter, smiling and thanking the lady who manned the ordering window. I went back to Gandrayda and Ghor's table, licking my lips and slicing through my first waffle.

Gandrayda grabbed her own fork and took a bite of my waffle too, dipping the end of it into the whipped cream. I made a face. "Hey! That was mine!"

She smiled with the fork prongs in her mouth, purple eyes glistening. She chewed and swallowed, scooting across the bench and opposite of me. "Come on, Rundas, be honorable and nice to women. Why don't you act the way around me like you do around Samus, hm?" She reached forward and took another chunk of the waffle.

I grumbled. "But it's my waffle... Why didn't you order one for yourself?"

Gandrayda downed another bite of my food. "Because the lunch lady's creepy and always stares. Besides, I get most of what I want in life from other people."

I smothered the waffles in whipped cream and sprinkled the berries all on top. "You're a pain in the neck, you know that?" I cut into a corner, stabbing the waffle piece and inserting it into my mouth.

Gandrayda giggled. "Yep. You already told me once, remember?"