"The best part of going to see this movie is going up to the ticket window and saying 'Two for Monkeybone.'"
-Claude Nobler
****
Not for nothing was Kiyone the youngest first class detective in nearly a century, and with a twitch of her wrist, the hold-out plasma pistol slid into her hand. It was small, compact, had one shot, and the setting was hardwired to kill. It was also illeagal as hell under GP regs and she was the only one who knew about it.
Kiyone never used to carry one until one bust went awry and the head of the gang decided to have some fun. Fortunutly, he had been inturuppted by a GP SWAT team before he could begin. Since then, Kiyone had carried the pistol as a last resort. If she was ever in that kind of situation again...not even she would survive a plasma blast at point-blank range.
Another thought occured to her. Her pistol was gone, as was the circle-whip and energy knife, but why did she still have the hold-out?
There would be time enough for that later, she decided, and whipped around, leveling the pistol at-
Kiyone froze. The woman standing before her was not Mihoshi, in fact, she wasn't even a Melcon. "You're...you're Maru Hiboshi...where's Mihoshi?!"
"Away," Hiboshi replied flatly. She hadn't aged one bit in the past hundred and fifty years or so, Kiyone noted. Hiboshi wore a light grey turtleneck sweater, black jacket, gloves, pants and boots. A brown belt encircled her waist, and the hilt of an energy knife protruded from the top of one boot.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Kiyone grabbed her hold-out pistol with both hands. "Maru Hiboshi, I hereby place you under arrest for assiting in the murder of twelve hundred and fifty GP officers, cowardice and deriliction of duty, Place your weapon on the floor, kneel, and--"
"You want to find the Juraian prince or not?" Hiboshi inturrupted. "We don't have time to be standing around gabbing."
"Place your weapon on the floor," Kiyone began again.
"Listen to me, idiot," Hiboshi snarled. "The Prince is in the hands of one of the most depraved maniacs in the universe. If you knew what Aran and I found out when we landed on Mekoh, you wouldn't be pointing that pistol at me."
"And that would be?"
"He's a Sayjin," Hiboshi replied.
The hold-out clattered to the floor.
****
Ayeka's eybrow was twitching and Tenchi Misaki wished he was anywhere but in the confrence room. He knew first hand that the twitching was a prelude to Ayeka losing her temper, and the droning smugness of the Council representive as he read off a list of what he had politely termed suggestions, but whose wording left no doubt that the Council was giving Ayeka orders.
"I see," Ayeka said softly when he finished. "Kamyia." A Juraian Knight stepped forward.
"Yes, Regent?"
"Take Lord Fal," she indicated the representive," down to the dungeon and schedule his execution for...oh tomorrow morning. List the charge as...I suppose treason will do. See to it that the rest of the Council recieves the same treatment."
"You have no right!" Fal exploded as Kamyia approached him. "You're--"
"Regent of Jurai," Ayeka said coldly. "Until Prince Kinshoue comes of age, I speak for, and weild the full authority of, the throne. That means the Council serves at my pleasure, and not theirs." She steepled her fingers. "Choosing to live on Earth is not a sign of a feeble mind, Lord Fal. Humans have a great deal to teach us. You and the other Council members can consider that while you're all waiting for the executioner. Take him away."
When the door closed behind them, Ayeka surveyed the table. Her parents and Aunt Funaho were staring at her speculativly, Tenchi, Nobiyuki and Ryoko in open-mouthed shock. As her eyes met those of her father, he nodded ever so slightly in approval, something he had rarely done.
"With that out of the way," Ayeka said. "There's work to be done. Since Reptek penetrated our defenses, we can probably expect a repeat of what happened after Ryoko struck seven hundred years ago."
"Which was?" Ryoko asked.
"Jurai's primary weapon is our reputed invincibility. By stealing Kinshoue, Reptek indicated that we might be otherwise and therefore, can be attacked. No doubt enroute to this system are several fleets of ships from various pirate clans, conquerers, and other miscreants seeking to exploit our 'weakness'. Aunt Funaho, you will take Father and Ryoko with you and assume command of the system defense with Father in command of the orbital fleet. I suggest that you place Ryoko with the forces defending the system edge, but the final decision, is of course, yours."
"Hey! Why do I have to go?" Ryoko demanded.
"You attacked Jurai once, now you will help defend it. You owe us that much. Have the ships broadcast a general warning that any attempt at attack will be met with deadly force. Mother, you will be in charge of planetary defense. Take Tenchi with you and place him with the palace gaurd. Mister Nobiyuki will go with you as well. Have him oversee the construction and design of barriers within the palace halls. I don't actually expect them to get any further then the inner system, but I refuse to take any chances. The honor of Jurai is at stake. Good luck."
****
Sayjin.
The word rang in Kiyone's imagination, as it did in all the imaginations of all the races within the known galaxy, like the clap of doom.
"He can't be one..." Kiyone gasped. "They're dead...all dead."
Of all the races to hold the power of using one's own life force as a weapon, the Sayjin race stood above the rest with only the Jurai, and a few space pirates, capable of challenging their might. Masters of hand to hand combat, the Sayjins had made a living out of clearing planets of life for anyone with enough credits. Having refined genocide into an an art, their crimes were beyond number, and not even Jurai could completely stop them. In the end, they were blockaded inside their home system, but not confined, not completly. One of their ships managed to occasionally get through the blockades, and yet another race was wiped from the universe as a result.
Then, mysteriously, their planet was destroyed, taking most of them with it. Only four Sayjins had survived, and they were long since dead. But there were rumors, whispers that there had been more then four survivors. Exiles, and those coming home who had the presence of mind to turn around and try to outrun the blast.
"No," Hiboshi said. "Not all of them. Reptek's proof of that."
Kiyone snatched up the pistol and jammed it in Hiboshi's face, her own terror and concern and fear for Kinshoue raging inside her. "You're lying!" She screamed. "You have to be lying!" Hiboshi said nothing, just stared at her. "Liar..." Kiyone whispered as she saw the truth in those dark orbs, but could not admit it to herself. "They're all dead. They have to be...they must be."
Slowly, almost gently, Hiboshi pushed the gun down. "Kinshoue is in the hands of madman, regardless of his race. An innocent needs help. Will you give it? Or will you stand there and blubber like a baby?"
"I am a GP officer!" Kiyone snapped. "We do not blubber!"
"Then prove it! Reptek is a second generation Sayjin halfbreed and he's nowhere near the level of the rest of his race. He can be taken by someone with the guts. I know I have the guts, do you?"
Kiyone stared at her for a long moment. "I got them." she said quietly.
"Then come on."
They were a day and several hours in hyperspace before Kiyone decided to speak. "You know where Reptek took Kinshoue?" She asked, sitting in the mate's chair.
"No."
"No? But then where are we going?"
"We have something to pick up first," Hiboshi replied as she brought the yacht out of hyperspace. Before them was a green and brown planet, surrounded by ribbons of clouds. A blue-white star shone in the distance and a glance at the nav display told Kiyone they were not on any of the yacht's charts. "And its on that planet."
****
Hiboshi set the yacht down outside a small village surrounded by a high stone wall. The gates were wood, and flanked by bipedal statues, each one sitting down and holding up crystal orb as though in offering to the heavens. Hiboshi was out of her seat almost before the engines had finished powering down and headed for the exit, Kiyone close behind.
The villagers looked like wrinkled old birds and they made huffing noises when they breathed. Their gait seemed to be a fast, albeit limping, shuffle and they completely ignored the two women. The houses were made of stone blocks with flat roofs and one door and window.
"You crazy fox!" Hiboshi suddenly shouted as she stopped walking. "Why the hell aren't you dragging your wrinkled ass out here to say hello?"
"Because my wrinkled ass is perfectly comfortable right where it is!" Someone shouted back from one of the houses.
"Don't make me come in there!"
"You do and I'll make some tea!"
"Your threats mean nothing to me, old woman!"
"You've never drunk my tea!"
Hiboshi made a noise that sounded very much like a snicker and began walking towards one of the larger houses.
Inside the house, they were greeted by an old woman in a purple dress that covered her from neck to toe. She leaned on an old twisted and gnarled cane and was thin and frail looking. Her long white hair was unbound and a single earring glinted in her left ear.
Her advanced age didn't stop her and Hiboshi from exchanging loud insults that eclipsed any Kiyone had heard in the barracks at the GP Acadamy. Not wanting to intrude on what was some kind of reunion of sorts, the GP officer instead looked around.
Two chairs were arranged before a large fireplace and a bed, neatly made was against the wall. An outdated kitchen unit was near the window and in the darkest corner like some sentinel, was...
"You have got to be kidding me..." Kiyone muttered under her breath. Up close, the suit didn't look like cutting edge custom made combat armor. The orange, yellow, and green metal was pitted, and showed signs of makeshift repair. Almost reverently, Kiyone laid her hand on the armor's chest. It was cool to the touch, almost tingling with history.
"It saved my life many times," said a soft voice. Kiyone turned. The old woman was standing not three feet away, arthritic hands clasping her cane. Despite the effort it must be costing her, she stood tall, green eyes proud and stubborn. "My name, Detective, is Samus Aran. Maru tells me that you have a problem."
****
"Gone?" Ayeka asked. Her voice did not change and her gaze did not waver from the massive hologram of the Jurai System that dominated the war room. Somehow, that made her seem all the more terrifying.
"Yes, Regent," said the GP rating who stood nearby. Palace security observed Lieutenant Mabiki pursuing Detective Mihoshi into one of the racing yachts. A security shuttle was dispatched, but the yacht made it into hyperspace before the shuttle could clear the hyper limit. The monitoring beacons registered the yachts passage into unknown space some ten hours ago. The shuttle has only just returned. The captain accepts full responsibility for his failure to catch them."
"There will be no blame assigned," Ayeka said. "Miss Kiyone is a pilot of unparalelled skill. I'm sure she had her reasons. Who does that leave in command of the GP unit here?"
"That would be Detective Sargent Hoa, Regent."
"Have the GP forces deploy for riot control," Ayeka said.
The rating nodded and hurried out.
Ayeka continued to stare at the holo.
****
"I suppose it was too much to hope that he died," Aran said, staring moodily at the hearth. "Should have known it was too easy."
"I don't understand," Kiyone said, looking back and forth. "The reports..."
"Were a crock of Bantha shit!" Aran snapped. "Reptek was a pirate of Zebes, and Mother Brain taught them to plan and do so meticulously. He knew he'd be hunted, he must have...and we took the rap for it."
"Stupid," Hiboshi agreed. "It was so obvious too. They must have been in on it."
"Who was in on it? In on what?" Kiyone felt very much like the proverbial fish out of water.
"They must have missed one." Hiboshi stood up. "No help for it. Better get into the monkey suit, Aran, we have work to do."
"No."
"What?" Hiboshi stared at Aran. "But Reptex is out there and you're-"
"Too damn old. I'm a Hyborean for Tokimi's sake. I know its a foriegn concept to you, Hiboshi, but some people in the galaxy age." She sighed. "I'm two hundred standard years old, Maru. I'm too old to put on the suit and run around saving the galaxy. At my age, the damn thing would tear me apart, implant enhancement or not."
"Then I'll wear it," someone said and with a start, Kiyone realized it was her. "I'll wear the suit."
Aran stared at her. "No."
"No?" Kiyone shouted and grabbed Aran's arm. "There's an innocent-" The next thing she knew, she was lying on the ground, her head sore where it had smacked into the ground. 'She took me down,' Kiyone realized. 'Two hundred scruddin years old and she took me down so fast I didn't realize it till I was on the ground.'
"Its not as simple as just putting on the suit," Aran said, taking some pills and a container of water from Hiboshi. The old woman's face was pale and she was breathing heavily. She swallowed the pills, her color returning and her breathing slowing almost instantly. "The suit's active response system pushes your movements, speeds them up. Organic muscles can't handle the strain."
"Which was why you had the implants and enhancements," Kiyone said.
"Very good, Lieutenant. Without those 'superpowers', I never would have made it as far as I did, and neither will you, even if I was so inclined to let you put it on. Besides, there's no way to do the conversion. The Chozo have put their technological ways behind them and you'll find nothing more advanced then a windmill here."
Kiyone looked at the window as the sunlight dimmed. Looking out, she saw the Yagami desceneding out of the sky into the village sqaure. It...and its full band com system, had caught up to them. "I know someone who can," she said softly.
****
Professor Washu, holder of more degrees then most people had hairs on their heads and arguably the greatest scientific mind the galaxy had ever seen scratched her head and stared at the scan she had made of Samus Aran's insides. "Let me get this straight," she said to Kiyone. "You want me, to do this," she pointed at the scan, "to you?" She then pointed at the suit. "So you can wear that?" Kiyone nodded. "The GP won't let you stay on the force, you know how they feel about non medical full body implants and enhancements."
Kiyone took her badge off her uniform and held it out to Washu. "I know that this badge," she said, her voice deathy quiet, "means more to me then life itself...and if I let an innocent die because I'm too scared of losing it, then I've failed it and everything it stands for, everything it means."
"Well since you're sure," Washu said, and police officer and scientist vanished.
A moment later, so did the suit.
****
Not for nothing was Kiyone the youngest first class detective in nearly a century, and with a twitch of her wrist, the hold-out plasma pistol slid into her hand. It was small, compact, had one shot, and the setting was hardwired to kill. It was also illeagal as hell under GP regs and she was the only one who knew about it.
Kiyone never used to carry one until one bust went awry and the head of the gang decided to have some fun. Fortunutly, he had been inturuppted by a GP SWAT team before he could begin. Since then, Kiyone had carried the pistol as a last resort. If she was ever in that kind of situation again...not even she would survive a plasma blast at point-blank range.
Another thought occured to her. Her pistol was gone, as was the circle-whip and energy knife, but why did she still have the hold-out?
There would be time enough for that later, she decided, and whipped around, leveling the pistol at-
Kiyone froze. The woman standing before her was not Mihoshi, in fact, she wasn't even a Melcon. "You're...you're Maru Hiboshi...where's Mihoshi?!"
"Away," Hiboshi replied flatly. She hadn't aged one bit in the past hundred and fifty years or so, Kiyone noted. Hiboshi wore a light grey turtleneck sweater, black jacket, gloves, pants and boots. A brown belt encircled her waist, and the hilt of an energy knife protruded from the top of one boot.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Kiyone grabbed her hold-out pistol with both hands. "Maru Hiboshi, I hereby place you under arrest for assiting in the murder of twelve hundred and fifty GP officers, cowardice and deriliction of duty, Place your weapon on the floor, kneel, and--"
"You want to find the Juraian prince or not?" Hiboshi inturrupted. "We don't have time to be standing around gabbing."
"Place your weapon on the floor," Kiyone began again.
"Listen to me, idiot," Hiboshi snarled. "The Prince is in the hands of one of the most depraved maniacs in the universe. If you knew what Aran and I found out when we landed on Mekoh, you wouldn't be pointing that pistol at me."
"And that would be?"
"He's a Sayjin," Hiboshi replied.
The hold-out clattered to the floor.
****
Ayeka's eybrow was twitching and Tenchi Misaki wished he was anywhere but in the confrence room. He knew first hand that the twitching was a prelude to Ayeka losing her temper, and the droning smugness of the Council representive as he read off a list of what he had politely termed suggestions, but whose wording left no doubt that the Council was giving Ayeka orders.
"I see," Ayeka said softly when he finished. "Kamyia." A Juraian Knight stepped forward.
"Yes, Regent?"
"Take Lord Fal," she indicated the representive," down to the dungeon and schedule his execution for...oh tomorrow morning. List the charge as...I suppose treason will do. See to it that the rest of the Council recieves the same treatment."
"You have no right!" Fal exploded as Kamyia approached him. "You're--"
"Regent of Jurai," Ayeka said coldly. "Until Prince Kinshoue comes of age, I speak for, and weild the full authority of, the throne. That means the Council serves at my pleasure, and not theirs." She steepled her fingers. "Choosing to live on Earth is not a sign of a feeble mind, Lord Fal. Humans have a great deal to teach us. You and the other Council members can consider that while you're all waiting for the executioner. Take him away."
When the door closed behind them, Ayeka surveyed the table. Her parents and Aunt Funaho were staring at her speculativly, Tenchi, Nobiyuki and Ryoko in open-mouthed shock. As her eyes met those of her father, he nodded ever so slightly in approval, something he had rarely done.
"With that out of the way," Ayeka said. "There's work to be done. Since Reptek penetrated our defenses, we can probably expect a repeat of what happened after Ryoko struck seven hundred years ago."
"Which was?" Ryoko asked.
"Jurai's primary weapon is our reputed invincibility. By stealing Kinshoue, Reptek indicated that we might be otherwise and therefore, can be attacked. No doubt enroute to this system are several fleets of ships from various pirate clans, conquerers, and other miscreants seeking to exploit our 'weakness'. Aunt Funaho, you will take Father and Ryoko with you and assume command of the system defense with Father in command of the orbital fleet. I suggest that you place Ryoko with the forces defending the system edge, but the final decision, is of course, yours."
"Hey! Why do I have to go?" Ryoko demanded.
"You attacked Jurai once, now you will help defend it. You owe us that much. Have the ships broadcast a general warning that any attempt at attack will be met with deadly force. Mother, you will be in charge of planetary defense. Take Tenchi with you and place him with the palace gaurd. Mister Nobiyuki will go with you as well. Have him oversee the construction and design of barriers within the palace halls. I don't actually expect them to get any further then the inner system, but I refuse to take any chances. The honor of Jurai is at stake. Good luck."
****
Sayjin.
The word rang in Kiyone's imagination, as it did in all the imaginations of all the races within the known galaxy, like the clap of doom.
"He can't be one..." Kiyone gasped. "They're dead...all dead."
Of all the races to hold the power of using one's own life force as a weapon, the Sayjin race stood above the rest with only the Jurai, and a few space pirates, capable of challenging their might. Masters of hand to hand combat, the Sayjins had made a living out of clearing planets of life for anyone with enough credits. Having refined genocide into an an art, their crimes were beyond number, and not even Jurai could completely stop them. In the end, they were blockaded inside their home system, but not confined, not completly. One of their ships managed to occasionally get through the blockades, and yet another race was wiped from the universe as a result.
Then, mysteriously, their planet was destroyed, taking most of them with it. Only four Sayjins had survived, and they were long since dead. But there were rumors, whispers that there had been more then four survivors. Exiles, and those coming home who had the presence of mind to turn around and try to outrun the blast.
"No," Hiboshi said. "Not all of them. Reptek's proof of that."
Kiyone snatched up the pistol and jammed it in Hiboshi's face, her own terror and concern and fear for Kinshoue raging inside her. "You're lying!" She screamed. "You have to be lying!" Hiboshi said nothing, just stared at her. "Liar..." Kiyone whispered as she saw the truth in those dark orbs, but could not admit it to herself. "They're all dead. They have to be...they must be."
Slowly, almost gently, Hiboshi pushed the gun down. "Kinshoue is in the hands of madman, regardless of his race. An innocent needs help. Will you give it? Or will you stand there and blubber like a baby?"
"I am a GP officer!" Kiyone snapped. "We do not blubber!"
"Then prove it! Reptek is a second generation Sayjin halfbreed and he's nowhere near the level of the rest of his race. He can be taken by someone with the guts. I know I have the guts, do you?"
Kiyone stared at her for a long moment. "I got them." she said quietly.
"Then come on."
They were a day and several hours in hyperspace before Kiyone decided to speak. "You know where Reptek took Kinshoue?" She asked, sitting in the mate's chair.
"No."
"No? But then where are we going?"
"We have something to pick up first," Hiboshi replied as she brought the yacht out of hyperspace. Before them was a green and brown planet, surrounded by ribbons of clouds. A blue-white star shone in the distance and a glance at the nav display told Kiyone they were not on any of the yacht's charts. "And its on that planet."
****
Hiboshi set the yacht down outside a small village surrounded by a high stone wall. The gates were wood, and flanked by bipedal statues, each one sitting down and holding up crystal orb as though in offering to the heavens. Hiboshi was out of her seat almost before the engines had finished powering down and headed for the exit, Kiyone close behind.
The villagers looked like wrinkled old birds and they made huffing noises when they breathed. Their gait seemed to be a fast, albeit limping, shuffle and they completely ignored the two women. The houses were made of stone blocks with flat roofs and one door and window.
"You crazy fox!" Hiboshi suddenly shouted as she stopped walking. "Why the hell aren't you dragging your wrinkled ass out here to say hello?"
"Because my wrinkled ass is perfectly comfortable right where it is!" Someone shouted back from one of the houses.
"Don't make me come in there!"
"You do and I'll make some tea!"
"Your threats mean nothing to me, old woman!"
"You've never drunk my tea!"
Hiboshi made a noise that sounded very much like a snicker and began walking towards one of the larger houses.
Inside the house, they were greeted by an old woman in a purple dress that covered her from neck to toe. She leaned on an old twisted and gnarled cane and was thin and frail looking. Her long white hair was unbound and a single earring glinted in her left ear.
Her advanced age didn't stop her and Hiboshi from exchanging loud insults that eclipsed any Kiyone had heard in the barracks at the GP Acadamy. Not wanting to intrude on what was some kind of reunion of sorts, the GP officer instead looked around.
Two chairs were arranged before a large fireplace and a bed, neatly made was against the wall. An outdated kitchen unit was near the window and in the darkest corner like some sentinel, was...
"You have got to be kidding me..." Kiyone muttered under her breath. Up close, the suit didn't look like cutting edge custom made combat armor. The orange, yellow, and green metal was pitted, and showed signs of makeshift repair. Almost reverently, Kiyone laid her hand on the armor's chest. It was cool to the touch, almost tingling with history.
"It saved my life many times," said a soft voice. Kiyone turned. The old woman was standing not three feet away, arthritic hands clasping her cane. Despite the effort it must be costing her, she stood tall, green eyes proud and stubborn. "My name, Detective, is Samus Aran. Maru tells me that you have a problem."
****
"Gone?" Ayeka asked. Her voice did not change and her gaze did not waver from the massive hologram of the Jurai System that dominated the war room. Somehow, that made her seem all the more terrifying.
"Yes, Regent," said the GP rating who stood nearby. Palace security observed Lieutenant Mabiki pursuing Detective Mihoshi into one of the racing yachts. A security shuttle was dispatched, but the yacht made it into hyperspace before the shuttle could clear the hyper limit. The monitoring beacons registered the yachts passage into unknown space some ten hours ago. The shuttle has only just returned. The captain accepts full responsibility for his failure to catch them."
"There will be no blame assigned," Ayeka said. "Miss Kiyone is a pilot of unparalelled skill. I'm sure she had her reasons. Who does that leave in command of the GP unit here?"
"That would be Detective Sargent Hoa, Regent."
"Have the GP forces deploy for riot control," Ayeka said.
The rating nodded and hurried out.
Ayeka continued to stare at the holo.
****
"I suppose it was too much to hope that he died," Aran said, staring moodily at the hearth. "Should have known it was too easy."
"I don't understand," Kiyone said, looking back and forth. "The reports..."
"Were a crock of Bantha shit!" Aran snapped. "Reptek was a pirate of Zebes, and Mother Brain taught them to plan and do so meticulously. He knew he'd be hunted, he must have...and we took the rap for it."
"Stupid," Hiboshi agreed. "It was so obvious too. They must have been in on it."
"Who was in on it? In on what?" Kiyone felt very much like the proverbial fish out of water.
"They must have missed one." Hiboshi stood up. "No help for it. Better get into the monkey suit, Aran, we have work to do."
"No."
"What?" Hiboshi stared at Aran. "But Reptex is out there and you're-"
"Too damn old. I'm a Hyborean for Tokimi's sake. I know its a foriegn concept to you, Hiboshi, but some people in the galaxy age." She sighed. "I'm two hundred standard years old, Maru. I'm too old to put on the suit and run around saving the galaxy. At my age, the damn thing would tear me apart, implant enhancement or not."
"Then I'll wear it," someone said and with a start, Kiyone realized it was her. "I'll wear the suit."
Aran stared at her. "No."
"No?" Kiyone shouted and grabbed Aran's arm. "There's an innocent-" The next thing she knew, she was lying on the ground, her head sore where it had smacked into the ground. 'She took me down,' Kiyone realized. 'Two hundred scruddin years old and she took me down so fast I didn't realize it till I was on the ground.'
"Its not as simple as just putting on the suit," Aran said, taking some pills and a container of water from Hiboshi. The old woman's face was pale and she was breathing heavily. She swallowed the pills, her color returning and her breathing slowing almost instantly. "The suit's active response system pushes your movements, speeds them up. Organic muscles can't handle the strain."
"Which was why you had the implants and enhancements," Kiyone said.
"Very good, Lieutenant. Without those 'superpowers', I never would have made it as far as I did, and neither will you, even if I was so inclined to let you put it on. Besides, there's no way to do the conversion. The Chozo have put their technological ways behind them and you'll find nothing more advanced then a windmill here."
Kiyone looked at the window as the sunlight dimmed. Looking out, she saw the Yagami desceneding out of the sky into the village sqaure. It...and its full band com system, had caught up to them. "I know someone who can," she said softly.
****
Professor Washu, holder of more degrees then most people had hairs on their heads and arguably the greatest scientific mind the galaxy had ever seen scratched her head and stared at the scan she had made of Samus Aran's insides. "Let me get this straight," she said to Kiyone. "You want me, to do this," she pointed at the scan, "to you?" She then pointed at the suit. "So you can wear that?" Kiyone nodded. "The GP won't let you stay on the force, you know how they feel about non medical full body implants and enhancements."
Kiyone took her badge off her uniform and held it out to Washu. "I know that this badge," she said, her voice deathy quiet, "means more to me then life itself...and if I let an innocent die because I'm too scared of losing it, then I've failed it and everything it stands for, everything it means."
"Well since you're sure," Washu said, and police officer and scientist vanished.
A moment later, so did the suit.