[I got a whole two reviews (doesn't take much to please me, does it) asking me to continue this… so I did. The next installment is nonexistent so far, but I might eventually get there…]

The Metroid Encounter

The place Samus intended on spending some Cred in happened to be a pub. Though, as Jake thought about it, this was entirely logical. They stopped outside the door, and Samus turned to him, grinning widely.

"This is one of my most favorite places in the Galaxy. 'The Cloak and Dagger'." Samus was still wearing her suit. "You can hold your own in a brawl, right?" Jake swallowed and then nodded, slightly pale as they entered the bar. Nobody gave Samus a second glance as she waltzed up to the bar and ordered some drinks. Samus had what looked like a blue vodka cruiser in a bottle, except it fizzed and sparkled in a fairly dangerous-looking manner. (A/N: pan-galactic gargle blaster! Douglas Adams fans, you know who you are.) Jake got, on his request, a Gin-and-tonic that seemed to be what he had from time to time back home.

They sat down, enjoying the atmosphere in the bar, until a rather drunk-looking man on the other side of Samus took some interest.

"Hey, this issz a Adults Only bar… Why'd ya bring a kid in here, big rocks?" Jake glanced at Samus, who shook her head slightly. "Hey, I'm talkin' ta you! …What, don't ya talk? Mebbe the kid does… Hey kid, get outta here!" Jake stared into his drink, trying to think of a way to make the man get lost. He'd also noticed that the drunk thought Samus was a man.

"Teh, he don't talk either…" the guy muttered to himself. "Like father like son I guess." Jake realized with a shock that the man thought Samus was his Dad. "Both 's dumb as a bit o' four b' two… Prob'ly reckon they's in some family restaurant. Ya Hear me? Go back to whatever Kinder you-" The man didn't finish his sentence, because at that moment Samus put her drink down on the table and stood up, towering over the drunk.

"Oh, so ya'are listening after all! Well, ya heard me! You an' ya kid haul ya retarded asses outta here or I'll-" Samus balled her fist threateningly. "Yeah? I can take ya! You couldn' land a hit on me if ya-" it was at this point that Samus socked him so hard across the jaw that he went flying and bashed into a group of men sitting around a table. Jake knew what was coming.

"Hey, he hit Tony! Let's get him, boys!" a group of five stood up and pushed across the room, knocking people over as they went. These people in turn became enraged and in the space of thirty seconds, everyone in the bar was brawling. Jake stayed relatively close to Samus, because of the fact that most people were going for her, and left him alone.

"I coulda' sworn you just knocked Captain Falcon for six!" he shouted over the noise.

"Who? Oh, Falcon-" Samus stopped to whack someone over the head with her cannon arm. "-Yeah, he drives a hover-car in-" she kicked someone in the balls, "-The F-Zero series. I don't like him, he's a loser." She smacked out with both arms to hit a couple of guys that had been coming from behind. Samus let out a feral battle cry and charged through the room, clothes-lining quite a few adversaries on the way.

Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, there was the sound of the phone ringing. Everybody in the room froze, quite a few (including Samus) mid-punch. The bartender picked up the phone and listened for a couple of seconds then handed the phone to Samus.

"It's for you." He said. Still silence as Samus took off her helmet, then started talking on the phone.

"What? …Senator, can you… you can't be- …Ok, then, I'm on my way." She handed the phone back to the bartender and flicked her hair over her shoulder, then turned to face all the bar's occupants again. Silence. Suddenly Tony pointed at Samus' face and cried out-

"Hey- HE'S a SHE!" Suddenly everyone was in motion, crowding to one corner of the bar- incidentally the one furthest away from Samus. Jake stared. (A/N yeah, he is still there)

"Come on, Jake- apparently a bunch of Space Pirates have attacked the Galactic Federation HQ- who knows what they want, I might wonder, but I'm to go over there and basically kick some ugly alien butt. …And being your average, what, 14 year old,"

"15," Jake corrected.

"…15 year old, I'm guessing you think you're hard enough to handle a bit of action?" Jake nodded (A/N Macho macho macho maaaan…) and Samus shook her head scornfully, a big grin on her face. "Well OK. Let's catch a ride back to HQ, shall we?"