Sneaking over to the armoury was easier than Bronlux had expected it to be. He didn't even have to crawl through the vents as he expected. He just sauntered his way down.
Problem was, the armoury wasn't there anymore. What was there was a steaming pile of slag, the remains of one of the space pirate ships he himself had destroyed.
Damn! What the hell can I do now?
He switched his visor to scan mode to see if he could find anything to help him at all. Part of the cockpit was at his left, nothing else. Still, it was worth checking out. There was still some systems that could function if he jury-rigged them just right and used his pistol as a welder. It only took him 5 minutes and he hooked it up into one of the communications systems in the wall. He typed in the code for federation high command, his fingers shaking with excitement. This ordeal was going to be over! The face of an angry old man popped up on the screen, his face betraying the fact that he believed himself far too old for the job of federation communications officer.
"This is federation high command. Watch'er problem, boy?"
"This is sergeant Bronlux of zeta 12. We're under attack, I'm going to need support, I've the only one left. All the other troopers on this planet are MIA, most likely dead. I've taken down all attacking space pirate ships but ground troops have landed."
The old mans face suddenly melted into one of concern. "I'll search the star system for any nearby bounty hunters in federation service to help you. If not, we'll send some ships, but that could take weeks."
"seems fair."
"ok…" the mans face suddenly turned into a smile. "consider yourself saved, sergeant. There is a bounty hunter in the vicinity. And its our best."
"really? You mean its.."
"-yep. She's already got the message."
Bronlux breathed a huge sigh of relief and turned off the screen. Samus Aran was heading towards the base right now. Suddenly he felt something poking against the back of his helmet. He turned round and found himself staring straight into a space pirates open claws.
"drop your weapons, human." He crawed.