My vomit sloshed out of my mouth, creating a sickening feel. When I was done expelling such a foul liquid from my body, I slowly looked back at the dead man. I took a closer look at the now damaged armor.

Whatever they loaded the guns with, it continuously ate at the armor, a slower pace now than before where it was instantaneous. I grabbed the collar of the power suit, pulling him forward made his body spazz out, and blood seep from the hole the shot liquid made. Repulsive.

The metal of the armor was smooth and cool to the touch, while it had more of incomplete design compared to the stunning, sleek one Samus Aran uses, it certainly was heavy and hand tailored for this man. I struggled to pull off the chest piece, calling help from August, we dismantled all the armor for the arms, no arm cannon, so this could easily be a close-combat suit, the shoulder pads curved up into three inch long spikes, certainly deadly. As we dismantled the suit, I carefully scanned each piece, saving the into a depository that would be overlooked by anyone, best to stay safe, more joyous news for Ridley.

I looked at the glove that would be on his hand, but was now covered in the man's blood. I slipped it onto my hand, I could feel as it quickly shrunk to my hand, fitting it comfortably. I flexed my hand, it felt as if it wasn't there, I noted it in the documents, as I went to remove the glove, I discovered I was unable to pull it off my hand. I scraped it against the ground, it slowly peeled off, fearfully, I yanked the glove off, I threw it into the pile of the other power suit pieces.


We soon removed all the pieces from the now eroding corpse, as I packed everything up to get ready to leave, August looked at me expectantly.

"What?!" I growled at her, she shrunk back at my tone of voice.

"Shouldn't we bury him or something?" she fearfully whispered, I sighed, I glanced down at the corpse.

"The liquid I shot should completely destroy him in a few hours." I turned away, calling Xsuine, he bounded up from behind one of the massive support columns. I patted his head as he eagerly wagged his large, paddle like tail, whipping it around, the hairs fanning out as it swished.

I started walking towards the exit when I glanced to the side, a familiar figure stood next to a painting. The figure turned around, making chirping noises when they saw me.

"Aren't these paintings beautiful?" He chirped happily, I grunted as I continued on my way. "You shouldn't be so rude, especially with what you're going to do." He warned, I whipped around, Xsuine caring less about what was in front of us.

"What do you know? As far as I know you could be imaginary!" I said with a full burst of anger, he chuckled, almost teasingly.

"I know what you are doing, and I guess you could say I am an apparition." I raised my eyebrow, "No one has done you wrong you know." I turned away, rubbing my nose.

"Yeah, sure, I'll have you know, I was done wrong, so I am doing what is right."

"How do you know it's right?"

I paused, I've already answered this for myself.

"It's right because I am destroying a dangerous threat." He cocked his head, interested in what I was saying.

"So, you are doing this because you want to?" I nodded my head as I started walking away, I heard him make a sound a cross between a coo and a laugh. "Like your mother..." I whipped around to give the old hoot a word, but he was gone. I angerly stomped out the ruins, Xsuine happily following, August dashing out after me. I collapsed into the snow, my legs giving out from the prolonged use. I just stared up into the pale blue sky, surprisingly it wasn't snowing.

August sat down next to me, she grabbed ahold of my hand, I didn't have the energy to fight back so I laid there passively.

"You've changed 1986." August softly whispered, I closed my eyes.

"It's for the good, change is natural." I responded calmly, August squeezed my hand, I took a deep breath. "And, it's Zinnia," I sighed, she looked down at me, a look of confusion on her face, her ears standing straight up. "My name, it's Zinnia, I just prefer a number." I shrugged it off, no point in parading about my name. August chuckled, she looked away.

"My actual name is Tess, but I just really like the name August more, that's the month I was set free." I nodded, "So, Zinnia, what is the plan?" I looked back up at her, I shrugged my shoulders.

"I only need to transmit the data we've recovered, explain our current issue, and that's it today." August smiled, she stood up, dusting snow off of her, or flicking it off. She grabbed ahold of my arm and lifted me up to my feet, she quickly gathered snow into a ball like shape and tossed it at me. I stood still, looking at her expectantly.

"Come on! Let's have a snowball fight!" She said cheerfully, repeating the same action of forming a ball of snow and throwing it at me.

"What?" I asked her, she stopped midway through making another ball of snow.

"You've never had a snowball fight?" I shook my head, August fell back into the snow, landing on her back. Out of worry, I rushed as fast as I could over to help her up, but she laid there moving her arms and legs in a sort of sweeping motion. I stood there confused, she sighed as she held her hand in the air, I pulled her to her feet, letting her balance herself out.


I begun the transfer of the data, as it neared completion, I rung up Chairman Keaton, to my surprise he did not answer. I pulled up a holo screen, a live broadcast from the Federation's Head Quarters, Keaton stood there, giving a speech. I turned up the sound, he was praising Bounty Hunters, it seemed minor, and to anyone else, it would be nothing but a nuisance. I leaned forward, they had just reach my rank.

"Bounty Hunter 1986 , has shown us her possibilities in large work, which she is doing right now that will defeat the Space Pirates." I shrunk back, if only he knew. "We haven't had a hunter like her in nearly fifteen years! And we gladly welcome Hunter 1986 to test for a higher class." I leaned back into my chair, I grumbled to myself. "Haven't had a hunter like her in nearly fifteen years!" My ass. I hated how he shoe-horned a reference to my mother, he knows very well my mother, weather he like to or not.

"Data transfer completed." I sighed as I transferred the files once more to the Federation, making any action less suspicious. I quickly typed up a message and sent it to Keaton of my current leg issue, and about Adam's destruction as the result of a Space Pirate attack. How difficult it is the please the owner who hangs a biscuit in your face. I pressed send, I closed my eyes as I settled for a nap, it should remove any pain I have, or at least, get my mind off of things.