Aboard a GF battleship...
Samus stood at nearly six and a half feet in just her power suit. She was the only one that could stand at the moment - her fellow marines were all strapped into their seats as they shot through space at the maximum speed humans had accomplished at this point. It was never as fast as her personal ship could go, and they couldn't have artificial gravity while traveling at this speed. Even though she didn't have the full-fledged Gravity Suit enabled, she had a few of the effects turned on so she could walk about freely, much to the silent envy of the marines.
She left the expansive passenger area, her boots clicking authoritively as she came to a small enclosure before the piloting pit. The metal door was closed and locked tightly.
"Hey, is it pressurized in there?" Samus yelled over the roaring engines.
"Yes, it is," Adam's voice crackled from a speaker hiding in the upper left corner of the chamber.
Samus slammed her yellow-clad fist into an equally yellow button near the opening of the room, and a metal door like the one guarding the pilots pit began to close and clamp together, very much like a mouth baring fangs. The room pressurized soon after sealing, and a green light appeared above the pilots pit, signaling that the door had been unlocked.
Samus entered the pit. There was a very short walkway down to the glass observation hull. On the left were two seats and two consoles - one was raised higher than the other. The copilot was in the chair closest to the hull, and Adam sat in the other. They both had their helmets placed off to the side.
"Huh, must be comfortable in here," Samus remarked, jutting one leg forward slightly to tap her boot on the metal floor.
Adam shot her a smirk, but his grey eyes remained focused on the screens under his hands and ocassionally to the co-pilot's console. "Not really. My ears are popping."
"It is a bit cooler, though," the copilot said shyly.
Samus was silent, and took a few steps to the transparent hull. She observed the vastness of space and the brilliant colours flashing by. It was a view that never got old.
"I bet yours would too, if you took off the helmet," Adam mused.
Samus turned quickly, just in time to see his face in a relaxed state for a split second. She pursed her lips at the challenge, but it wasn't visible behind her helmets vent. "Maybe."
She proceeded to enter a code on a hidden pad of coloured buttons on her arm cannon, and the helmet released from its lock. When Samus pulled it off, part of the flexible black membrane came with it, visibly detaching from the neural connection with her zero suit. Her blonde hair was cut short - much more practical and comfortable than a bun or ponytail. She raised her eyebrows, almost in defiance, and strolled up to the pilots console again. Her ears weren't popping at all.
"They aren't, Smartie."
"It must be your Chozo DNA," Adam answered frankly and dryly.
Samus chuffed, replacing her helmet. "You've got an answer for everything."
As she re-entered the code to get the helmet to lock again, Adam received a transmission from his commanding officer. He began to read over it quickly, and remained stoic while doing so.
"What's that?" Samus asked, leaning closer.
"Hey, this is for staff officers to know," he held up a hand as he continued to read. "Give me a moment and I will summarize it for you."
Samus took a step back and crossed her arms, cautiously reaching up with her left hand to activate the scan visor. She surveyed the document, easily procured. She smiled initially at her cunning, but it faded as she saw the Executive Order.
The Federation has received sufficient evidence that the resident government of Planet FL-220, locally known as Oflin, is conducting major criminal offenses that include but are not limited to: production of bioweapons, harvesting of forbidden substances, trafficking of forbidden substances, and intent to commit genocide. We confronted them peacefully through digital communication, and they shut down the channel. The Armed Forces Council opted for a full scale invasion and culling of the Oflians. The recipients of this message are hereby ordered to set course to Planet FL-220 immediately. A temporary base has already been set up nearby, within the Federation's jurisdiction. You will receive more detailed orders from your COs en route or upon arrival at this base. All units should make pre-combative preparations, should the Oflians notice us and make a preemptive strike. Any breach of this Executive Order 72364 will be met with charges of treason.
Galactic Federation Chairman Callum Holden
"It appears..." Adam started.
"No, I got it right here," Samus cut him off.
"Aran, I advise you not to go literally behind my back like that again," he said in monotone and frowned. "I expect to recieve special orders, with you under my command."
Samus rolled her eyes. "Yeah, of course."
"Perhaps you should arm yourself with more than the basics," Adam advised, resetting the course of the battleship.
"Sir, I'd like to take ship out of warp-speed and let the soldiers know about this," the copilot said after he read the document Adam sent to him. "Make those preparations."
His attention snapped back to the reality of his position. "Yes. Go do it. Samus, make your preparations and be with your brethen," he commanded, referring to the other soldiers of her rank.
"Sir," she affirmed in a sarcastic tone, spinning on her heels and taking her leave.
