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Turtle Wax [Open]

Samus needed a distraction. There had been a lot of talk about the Nightmare King lately, but no action as far as she could see. Even she was at a loss for what could be done. Nightmares were a inevitable part of her life, but they had become noticeably more striking recently. She wasn't exactly in a position to act, though. She had no magical powers, no mystical abilities. In her nightmares, she was, ultimately, helpless, a feeling which she did not like. She'd bring it up to the command crew, but she was sure they had already discussed it. Plus, she wasn't sure many of them could do more than she could.

She needed a distraction from it. She had headed down to Engineering and set her station up. Anyone who walked in would find the large chest chassis of her armor set out in front of her with an assortment of tools in place and a container of turtle wax waiting for use. An empty glass (which was probably filled before with some of Lex's "stash" in the crew lounge) sat next to the Hunter as she worked diligently.

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Nova had been headed to engineering to run repairs on her goggles, and weapons. Her suit seemed to be none the worse for wear, so she'd left it stowed in her room. Her rifle however, was held easily on her shoulder as she wandered toward the work area. She'd been here before, trailing several people. But this was the first time she'd come to work.

She spotted Samus before the woman spotted her however and paused. It would probably have been more comfortable to avoid her. Specially since she'd seen Nova at what was most probably her worst. But no, there was no sense in it. Stepping into the room, she found an empty workspace and set her gear down. Her rifle was quickly disassembled and the pieces laid out on the worktable in front of her before she raised her cleaning implements onto the table as well.

When she caught sight of what Samus was doing however, she paused and tilted her head curiously. "Cleaning your armor?" She finally asked.

Samus was well aware that someone had joined her, but couldn't be bothered to take note of them right away. She was too focused on her current task to care, anyway. It wasn't until Nova spoke that Samus glanced up from her work, her eyes meeting with the other woman's. She recognized her immediately, but wasn't quite sure what to expect now that Nova was sober.

"I am," she answered with a curt nod, and since there was no reason in being impolite, she asked curiously, "Your gun?"

Nova wasn't all too bothered by that. Samus had seen her because she'd let herself be seen. It wasn't in her nature to sneak up on potentially dangerous people. Besides, there was no reason to. When Samus looked up from her work, Nova couldn't help the small smirk that curled across her lips. It seemed like her estimation of the hunter had been right on the money.

"So it separate from you after all then." She remarked offhandedly. It hadn't seemed that way at the bar. "Mm. One of them. It hasn't seen much use so I'm ensuring it's still in working order."

"Sort of hard to do maintenance on something that's attached to you all of the time," her eyes were already back down on her work. She could afford to devote a little attention to chatter, but she had to remember why she was here in the first place. She wasn't being intentionally unfriendly; she was just busy.

Engineering! Just where Lash was headed to. The nightmares had kept her awake more so than usual and she needed to tamper with tools to change her thoughts. She was not expecting Samus to be there, but her eyes lit up when she saw the scene. The girl just kept looking from the amazonian woman back to the suit of armor back and forth before the speech finally found her.

"So you're the person inside that suit? It's got a really interesting design! Well for something I didn't invent, anyway."

Samus glanced up from her work ~~and immediately wondered why a giant mass of hair was talking to her~~ She stared straight down at the (rather odd) girl, and quirked her eyebrow slightly as Lash finished talking.

"Don't think we've met."

"Nope! Name's Lash!" She gave her a quick, small army salute (force of habit, you see) before she went close to the other woman and peered at the armor a bit closer. "That's a fine piece of exoskeleton suit you've got there." She was prideful, but Lash could compliment someone else's work when she deemed them worthy. And this lady look like she could kill a glare. The afro girl could respect that.

"Comes in handy," Samus gave her armor an almost affectionate pat.

Lash seemed mostly harmless, but she was still eying her a bit carefully. This armor was ~~her baby~~ important, and she tended to be suspicious of random newcomers trying to sneak a peak at its inner workings.

It was good to be suspicious because truthfully Lash was as harmless as an atom bomb. Turtle Wax. Never really bothered making their tanks that shiny back in Black Hole. Why bother when they were meant to make things explode all over anyway.

"So what's your name? Is this part of a mass produced line?"

"Samus Aran and no. Only one as far as I know."

And she'd be sure as hell surprised if she ever saw someone with the same armor.

~~Just then Gandrayda came by transformed as Samus and gave both of them a wave before posing for no reason and then leaving as mysteriously as she had come.~~

~~Get out, Gandrayda B(~~

That only made her want to ask more questions.

"Really? So you built it yourself then? Are you some type of soldier?"

"Didn't build it myself, but it was built for me. And I'm a bounty hunter, though if you want to get technical, Stacy's making soldiers out of all of us."

She's trying to keep up with all the questions, but there honestly are a lot.

"Oooh a bounty hunter! We hired a few back home to get some really nasty jobs done." She puffed up proudly. "Stacy doesn't need to make me a soldier, I've been one all my life."

At least she wasn't asking more questions.

Samus raised an eyebrow at her last comment, "How old are you?"

"Seventeen! Why?"

She made a small, displeased 'hmn' at that. After spending her own childhood training to fight and essentially being made into a walking weapon, she didn't much care for other people having to go through the same thing. However, at seventeen Samus was able to make her own choices, what she wanted to fight and what she wanted to fight for. Samus wasn't sure if this girl was in a similar position, but she really wasn't in a position to judge without having to divulge aspects of her life she'd rather keep more personal.

So she kept mostly quiet about it, "No reason really. Curiosity."

Lash was no fool. She'd enjoyed playing with people's emotions all her life and whatever reason Samus had wanted to know her age, there was definitely something attached to it, but what, she couldn't pinpoint at this moment. She'd have to find out later. But for now...

"I see. How old are you?" Lack of tact. The girl was full of it.

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"It's hard to keep track of time on Stacy. Couldn't give you an exact number now."

Didn't anyone ever teach Lash it was rude to ask a lady her age?

Not so fast.

"Well, the last time you remember then?"

Too bad for Samus she had started it.

Fine, Lash. She'll answer your question. But she won't be happy about it.

"Twenty nine."

"Really? That's Commander Nell's age, I think. You've got to have a lot of interesting stories to tell, with that suit and your age, tee hee hee." Yeap. No tact. No tact at all.

The lineface level is sort of epic over on Samus' part, "Too bad there's no time for stories. Can I help you with anything else?"

"It took me a bit to understand what was different about it," Gray Voice said as he strode up behind Samus, forgoing greetings as he had a habit to. "But I finally realized - this isn't the suit you left with." It was more of a statement than a question. "Only something you could've discovered by yourself."

His eyes fell from the suit down to Samus herself. His silence would've indicated that he'd finished speaking before he (somewhat hastily) added, "Quite impressive."

"I can't quite take any credit," Samus was not startled by Gray Voice's visitation. She shrugged without looking up from her work. "I just had to discover what was left for me."

She placed down the precision tool she was using and turned to him, "I suppose I just thought it was expected of me."

"We had a feeling that someday you would need more than what you were capable of mastering when you left."

As she looked to him, he returned the gesture. "...tell me, how long has it been?" He asked. "Since you left Zebes?"

She thought for a moment. The years had bled together since she had left her home, and being on Stacy for so long had made it even harder to keep track of time.

"About fifteen years, I believe," It was her best estimate. She added, "I did go back. Only a couple of times, though."

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Okay back to your regularly scheduled episode of "The Blond and the Afro"

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