Alright, I finally got this thing up! Took me a bit to get my file on the web, the site wouldn't take it for some reason.

Well anywho, I'm posting another CHAPTER! SWEET! Also, I'm taking out Good Grab Bag 'cuz it isn't really a chapter, just a notice. This chap is a chapter though, and four pages of word it be. Kinda tired after writing, but I had to do some research on ABERCROMBIE. Pain in my ass (I'm allowed to wite it, this is a M section after all).

Well, I had a WHOLE LOT OF FRIGGIN CLICKS cuz of the last chap. It's almost disturbing, more views then my orginal story. Please people,. keep it that way. Theres a good reason why (IT SUCKS!).

Well, here's the stuff you've been waiting for. TA DAH!

"Why the change from black?" Samus asked as we waited for the manager to return.

"I'm allowed to change my colors."

My comment was followed by an eyebrow rise, signaling Samus' doubt in my statement.

"Besides, Levi's are still making the most comfortable jeans."

"Is that it?"

"Well, yeah. I mean besides the faded blue color, these boot cut jeans just fit right."

"And the jacket?"

"It goes with the pants."

"You do know these give you no protection on your missions, right?"

"Of course. But at least I don't freeze in the cold."

"Uh huh."

Just then, the manager, a green elf-like humanoid known by the name of Qube stepped into the room. Qube, a mere five foot three, was about as beefy as the strongest human, maybe more, and certainly had a knack for computers, as said the COMPU-scanner on hi right ear.

"Alright, I'm done checking it out."

"Really?" said Samus. "So, what am I looking at?"

"Four hundred and eighty three thousand creds."

"Holy shit!" I said. "You're kidding, right?"

"No," responded Qube. "That ship is far more advanced then we normally handle. Thing needs a new engine, a number of thrusters, plenty of shell piece replacements, and plenty of tech re-wiring and replacement. Plus, it costs a lot to get those kinds of parts, plus it's gonna take about a month and a half for the parts to get here, so the ships gonna be in storage for quite a while, and since the little lady wants under lock and key unless being worked on."

"Still, a ship of that size shouldn't c-"

"Don't worry, Michael. This is normal."

"Normal!"

"Exactly," said Samus calmly.

"Well, sense this is a big price tag, I don't expect you to be able to pay up right now. Feel free to wander planet side, because you'll be here a while, unless the federation asks for you."

"What happened to free roaming independence?" I asked.

"Simple. There's been a strange twist of murders, mainly of important members of the Galactic Senate. So the Federation was called in and they are currently investigating. Thus, no one gets to leave until they are confirmed through."

"If the federation we here, then where were they when we pulled in earlier?" asked Samus.

"They were probably using a cloaking device," I said. "It's big these days."

"Well, if that's all, I'll be on my way. I've got several ships to handle right now, and I don't have all day."

"Wait, what about a contract?" asked Samus.

"Just talk to my secretary before you leave. She'll help you out."

"Alright." I said, standing up from my seat.

"Thank you," said Samus.

"No problem," replied Qube.

Qube left the room through the door he had entered through, leaving us to empty our pockets to his secretary. Samus stood up, and then we both left the room. I held the door open for Samus, and she walked out calmly, as if this was nothing but a simple bit of life.

"I see Qube has finished speaking with you," said the secretary as we walked out. I hadn't even the time to recognize that she was in the room when she spoke.

She, the secretary, was a tall, slender Quelkian. Quelkian's are by nature tall, usually between six one and six eleven, as well as a standard tint of deep blue. Also, small streaks of orange lines came from her nose, giving the impression of a cat face. Her hair, an exuberant shade of orange, seemed to match gracefully with the orange of her face, and her eyes.

"Yes, we have," said Samus.

"Well, as he had said, he doesn't expect you to pay immediately," said the Quelkian. It didn't surprise me to hear her say that, as Quelkian's often had excellent hearing. "Unless you wish to pay now, of course."

"Yes, I'll pay now," Samus said, heading over to the Quelkian's desk. Looking over her desk quickly, I noticed a name plate engraved with the word "Fresk". I didn't take the name into much consideration, yet I was sure I would be seeing Fresk again, so it was worth remembering.

Samus walked over to Fresk's desk, then quickly began to write through a number of form she was given. Seeing no need to watch, I turned around and looked through a glass window before me. The orange sun could be seen clearly through the unpolluted sky, a beautiful sunset replacing it. A few white clouds could be seen in the distance, a hue of orange from the sun upon them.

Underneath the sun, the ocean waves could easily be seen, basking in the sunlight. A lone metallic platform, connected by a large rail, floated in waves. A number of orange birds flew towards the sun, apparently to the platform. These birds resembled the pigeons from earth, though their wings were slightly longer then their earth cousins.

"Michael, let's go."

"Right, right."

'Talk about nice guy.' I thought to myself.

We were taking a walk down Letricia's market street, which was certainly stocked with the exotic wares found at many beach style resorts. Letricia, being a island along the equator of planet Bevdeen, has clearly been turned into a beach side resort, full of heat, sun, and salty sea air.

At the moment, it was around nine o'clock, and the sun had already faded from view, leaving the blue and purple night sky above, along with the yellow and white street lights. Michael and I had been walking for a while now, yet the most of the talk between us was only a few short lived words. Finding the silence between us unbearable, I tried once again to start up a conversation.

"Is something wrong, Michael? It feels like something is bugging you."

"Wha!" said a suddenly startled Michael. Shaking his head quickly, he came back down to earth and started speaking. "No, no, nothing at all."

"You sure? You've been acting strange since we got here."

"Yeah. It's probably just the salt air."

Just then, I spotted a clothing store by the name of Abercrombie and Fitch. The store sported a number different clothing styles, range mostly of bright, beachy colors, all on jump suits, shirts of various sizes, and even jeans similar to Michael's faded blue jeans.

"Michael, look!"

"Well isn't that unique," he said, somewhat surprised. "Don't find one of these everyday."

"Let's see what's inside!"

"Sure, alright."

I led Michael inside, as we soon assaulted by easy going earth rock music. There were about four people inside, two of which were dressed in polo shirts and shorts that came from inside the store. One of the two, a blonde earthling, noticed our arrival and walked over to use.

"How can I help you two?" she said cheerfully.

"Oh, we're just browsing," I said calmly, holding tight to Michael's arm.

"Well, if you need anything, I'll be at the counter."

After the quick chat, the girl went back to the counter, where a hunk of an orange tanned Yulteen waited for her.

"Where should we start looking?" I said, trying to get Michael to say something.

"Why is it your so interested in this stuff?"

"Well, there's clothes here, and since your wearing jeans and a jacket, you might be a little warm. So I thought maybe you might want to get some other cloths."

"Actually, I'm fine."

"Oh… well, then… I guess…"

'Oh, he's gonna think I'm an idiot.'

"Hmm…"

"Huh?" I said, somewhat confused by the quiet grumble.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just looking at the rack of shirts over by the wall," Michael said.

"You mean those dressy shirts by the mannequin?"

"Yeah. I don't normally where shirts like those, but they don't look too bad."

Michael and I walked over there, and soon he was rummaging through the shirts, raising them in the air as if trying to decide which looked like a better bargain. Eventually, he came into this childish frenzy of asking which shirt looked better on him, and I just said they all looked fine. However there were a few that just didn't look like they belonged, as they were striped like the others.

After about twenty minuets of grabbing shirt, we walked over to the pants section, where Michael rested about twelve shirts over his shoulder and started to search through the pants as well. Another twenty minuets later, I led Michael's over burdened self into one of the changing stalls, where I could here he being to pull his clothes off.

"I'm going to look for clothes, okay Michael?" I said.

"Alright," he replied from inside the stall.

"Ha ha! I've got just right!" I said excitedly.

Now robed in a "Dark Brown Grasse River" button up shirt and "Khaki Woodsfall Cargo" pants, along with my original "Brown Workhorse Caterpillar" boots, I had a feeling I was looking sexy… for a forty nine year old. Stepping out of the stall, I found Samus at the counter buying a number of clothes. She was also decked out in new clothes, ditching the blue jump suit for what I read to be a "White Sophie" skirt and an "Olive Angela" polo shirt, as said the tags on the items. She also wore some flip flops labeled "White Solid Rubber."

"Well hello sexy!" I said.

"Michael," said Samus, blushing lightly.

Placing my clothing onto the counter next to Samus', I pulled out my credit card and handed it to the young lady from before. As she quickly rang up the price, I spied a watch underneath the glass cases the clothes laid on.

"Hey Samus, do you see that watch right there?" I said, pointing at it.

"You mean the one with the leather strap?"

"No, no. The casual steel watch with the blue face. It's three to the left of the one with the strap."

"Oh, that one. What about it?"

"You think that would look good on me?"

It took moment for her to register the question, but after about thirty seconds, Samus spoke.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Young lady, can you grab that watch for me?"

"Sure. Which ones?"

"It's three to the right of the one with the strap. Your right."

"Okay."

Quickly, the girl grabbed the watch, and then handed it to me. I put it on, and was surprised to find that it fit just right. Not too loose, and not too tight.

"I'd like this too… and those sunglasses."

"Which ones?" said the girl.

"Those weird looking black ones. Their kinda blocky, next to those bright blue ones."

"Oh," said the girl, looking behind her to find the glasses rack. She found the glasses I was looking for and handed them to me. I red the tag, and found that they were Oakley "Canteen" sunglasses. I put them on, and found them oh so comfortable.

"I like 'em."

"I'm sure you do."

SWEET, you finished reading. Well, if you didn't notice, I know nothing about ABERCROMBIE and FITCH. Reason being, I don't wear it. Simple. Thus I did research and grabbed clothes that I thought might look cool. Chances are, Samus and Michael Actually look like complete idiots, but then again, I don't give a hoot. I mean, video game characters are allowed to wear whatever, and it looks cool on them, but cosplayers allways look retarded. YEt I know why. They are using the wrong friggin materials. I mean that guy that wore a SILK sweater for the CLOUD suit from FF7, WTF you were thinking! His sweater should be a machine production knit from either cotton or wool, with a dark purple tint.

Well, enough of the ranting. You're probably going like, "OMG, I need sleep." So party on with the sleep, theres only 24 hours in the day, and we all need to pass out sometime. Speaking of which, I'm gonna do that soon. So until I write another chapter, peace oot.

OH YEAH, PS: The next chapter is gonna be like WHOA on the part of MICHAEL. it's gonna be like the FLASHBACK type episode, but I don't know yet, I aint write it yet. Oh, and I will probably stop writing in SAMUS' view, cuz there will be a booty scene, and I don't know how I'm gonna do that one in SAMUS' view. I mean, that would be like... Whoa for me, cuz, like, I'm a dude.

anway sorry for that. NIGHT!