"Ghor, you savage, I never thought you would come up with a plan like THAT!"

"Rundas, I've had to put up with this guy for a whole year. If you knew what I've seen you would understand the shift in my personality from pacifist to warlord!"

The ever-rational Samus shot both Rundas and the obviously pleased with himself Ghor skeptical looks. "Are you sure that's good idea? It's pretty extreme and if we get caught we might as well start digging our graves.

"Relax princess it's three of us and one of him! I don't count his cronies and leech as threats or even people so we don't have to worry about them," replied Rundas with his typical cocky tone.

Basically, Ghor proposed that they sneak into Sylux's room and severely disable his weaponry. What made it so extreme is that in 2 weeks, after the classroom and PT portion of their training, there will be an event where every potential would declare their weapon, show it off, and essentially be bound to it for the rest of this round of schooling exactly as it was. "Bounty hunter's must learn to work with what they have, because in some situations you won't have a choice. If you fail to pass this time around, as most of you will since the majority of you are rookies, you may select a different weapon the following round. You should be working on your weaponry between your sessions. And remember; even though you are allowed one weapon you still have your bodies. So make use of those bad boys!" Admiral Dillon had crooned when he made the announcement. According to Ghor, the older potentials had an advantage because they had more time to work on their weapons throughout their multiple years. Sylux was no exception to this. Apparently after his failure last year he had worked tirelessly on making his weapon into the self proclaimed most powerful and deadly.

"Well out of the many problems I see with this plan, one of the most important is the fact that his precious, "deadly", weaponry isn't going to just be sitting out on his nightstand," implored Samus.

Ghor chuckled to himself. "Samus, do you really think I haven't thought this through. Geez I'm not Rundas!" Rundas opened his mouth to defend himself but Ghor immediately apologized, blushed, and continued. "Sylux did awful things to me last year. I won't go into detail about them, but I have fantasizing his downfall in my head for awhile. I-I just never thought I would have the neither guts nor resources to turn my fantasies into reality. But with you guys, that might be possible."

Rundas shot him a grin. Samus also couldn't help but smile at the delighted Ghor. He really was beginning to open up. They both make great allies. All hunters need allies, they don't necessarily have to be friends…

"Anyway, after hearing him brag on and on about his new and improved weapon, I sneakily put a camera on him and watched as he ventured down an empty hallway and into a hidden room. The footage showed him approaching a vault that he opened using a code. My systems should be able to analyze his fingerprint residue to determine what the code. He stored the previous version of his weapon, a simple blaster, in the vault. I'm safely assuming that that's where he still keeps it. Once we get to it, I will disable it!"

"So some secret agent spy shit, nice one Bolts," mused Rundas. "I am totally down! What about you Samus?"

"Isn't that considered stalking, Ghor? And how do you know for sure his weapon is still there? What if it's a trap and he knew you were watching him?"

"Now, now Sammy girl, a bounty hunter doesn't ask that many questions! When on a real mission, you just gotta ACT!" cooed Rundas in an Admiral Dillon-esque tone "Come on Samus, loosen up a little. I bet under that sullen and stuck up exterior that you are a real badass."

"What the hell did you just call me, Ice Boy? But I appreciate the Dillon imitation you should consider acting if you don't make it as a bounty hunter."

"Now, THAT'S the Samus I am talking about. And I appreciate the compliment about my extraordinary talents, but I will 100% make it as a bounty hunter. I will be the best damn bounty hunter the universe has even encountered!"

Ghor chuckled and added, "Also, I don't think Sylux has the brain capacity to consciously deceive someone."

"If this punk even has Baby Boltz throwing out insults then obviously he deserves this. Now what do you say, Samus? Are you with us, or are you WITH us?"

Samus sighed and finally gave in. "Fine. But only because he really doesn't deserve to be a Federation recognized bounty hunter." She then turned to Rundas with a mischevious grin, "And not that I need to prove this to you, but I am not sullen and I am not stuck up. Yes, I like to keep to myself but I would be afraid to be my enemy right now."

"As would I," added Ghor, voice trembling for effect.

"Oh no! You have me shaking in my armor, Princess," teased Rundas. "But yeah, I would hate to be Sylux right now; being the enemy of the great Samus Aran and all."

Samus beamed at her two unlikely fri… allies. "Well I'm glad we are all on the same page. Now let's bring Sylux down! And please don't call me Princess anymore."

"Noted. We strike at midnight!" cheered Rundas.

XXXXXX

The hallway that Ghor instructed them to go down was gray and bleak and appeared to never be used. It was located at the very back of the base and required travel down three main halls and then down two barely used ones. Because it was around midnight, even the main halls were completely empty. Dripping water and the pitter-patter of scurrying rats could be heard throughout. It was a stark contrast to the rest of the high tech base and one had to wonder if Sylux planned it to be that way. In fact, how did he even have access to this hall and the ability to have his own vault here? And of course, Rundas had to remark that they weren't just normal spies, but medieval spies exploring a creepy dungeon to sabotage an evil dragon. This lead Samus to remark that he needed to grow up, as well as wonder how Rundas knew about the earth Middle Ages despite hailing from Phygris. The two realized they had fallen slightly behind Ghor as he was excitedly skipping ahead of them. "I know Bolts is, well, Bolts," whispered Rundas. "But I didn't take him as the skipping type."

"Yeah, but he's probably just really happy he's finally about to take down his bully"

"So if I remember correctly he went into the third room on the left, through that old wooden door over there," explained Ghor.

"All of the doors are old and wooden, Bolts"

"Well do all the doors lead to the third room on the left, Ice Brain?"

"Touche."

"Rundas, do you even know how to be quiet?" chided Samus. Though she didn't expect Ghor to respond with such a snarky remark without an apology, he really is opening up more.

"Well Pri… er I mean Samus, the ability to fill silence with words is one of my many remarkable talents."

" I wouldn't call being annoying a talent. But I appreciate you learning how to address me by my name. One gold star for you!"

Before Rundas could retort Ghor stopped at the destination door, a wooden disaster ridden with splinters. "Alright who is opening this disgusting door?"

"This was your idea Bolts, I think you should do it. And don't be such a girl about it."

"Well you can stand guard then, Mr. Tough Guy, Samus and I will go in and I will break into the vault."

"Cool! It knows how to insult! Well, King Bolts, if a scary rat even dares to approach I will fight him off. It's an honor to serve you, my liege," mocked Rundas.

Ghor ignored his jabs and opened the door. Inside was the same vault that Samus had assumed he had described earlier.

"So how exactly do you plan on getting the code?" asked Samus turning to the keypad and examining it.

"Well that's easy-peasy," giggled Ghor in a high pitch girly voice. "The owner of this safe trusts me, so he tells me EVERYTHING including his secret code."

Samus whipped around to see the iridescent pink Sylux leech, also known as Gandrayda, was standing where Ghor had once been.

"Hey, Sammy, nice to finally meet you!"

A/N: *gasp* Where is Ghor? And is Gandrayda on their side now or being a loyal minion to Sylux? Find out next time in….. Bounty Hunting School!