Samus Aran
The Legendary Bounty Hunter
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The Gunship settles onto the station platform with a low mechanical roar, landing thrusters scattering steam across the metal deck. Neon lights from the orbital station reflect against Samus Aran’s armored suit as she steps down from the hatch with calm, measured movements.
Without hesitation, she connects the fuel line to the Gunship’s intake port. The station terminal flickers beside her while energy levels slowly climb.
Fuel first. Then I leave.Even while waiting, her visor continuously scans the busy docking bay — cargo crews, passing travelers, security drones. Routine. But Samus never fully relaxes. After confirming the refueling process is stable, the front of her helmet retracts with a soft mechanical hiss. Cool station air brushes against her face as she turns toward a small diner tucked beside the landing platforms. Inside, the atmosphere is surprisingly quiet. The low hum of conversation mixes with the scent of coffee and warm food. Most people avoid looking directly at the armored bounty hunter entering the room. Then she notices . Sitting alone near the window, calmly drinking coffee as ships move beyond the glass. Samus slows slightly as she passes the table, studying them for a brief moment before speaking.
…Not many people look this relaxed in a station this far out.Her tone is calm, curious more than suspicious. She glances toward the untouched seat across from .
Mind if I sit here?