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Injuries hardly ever stopped Samus Aran. As long as she could walk, she would train. This time was no exception, and the bandaged scratches and gashes underneath her plantsuit would just have to demand her attention some other time.

Still, she did take it a little easy, even if it wasn't obvious. Samus decided to forgo the stresses of her heavy armor, opting to practice armed only with her gun and her fists in combat situations. Generic enemies attacked from all sides, increasing in difficulty each time she took down another with a combination of acrobatic moves, tricks with a laser gun that doubled as a grapple beam, and straight up hand to hand combat. It went on for a good while until finally one laid a hand on her.

The simulation halted suddenly at the apparent hit. Samus glanced over at a display, which totaled how many foes she had taken down before what would have been the first hit an enemy got on her in the session. She pursed her lips unhappily. It was less than her total would have been in suit. It was always less than her total in suit. Try as she might, she could never match the firepower she had with her armor.

Gun. Maybe a different one could help. She waved away the current simulation and brought up another. The Sensoriums looked not unlike the rows of weapons in the armory. Samus scanned over a few, looking for something that might give her an edge. She reached for one that looked out of place: a long, thin pole. As soon as she held it in her hands, though, red laser planes sprung from the end. It was an axe with laser blades.

This might work.

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Komali was afraid to move into the sensorium. It wasn't Samus he was afraid of, though she was certainly worth that much. Even on her slowest day, she was terrifying.

But he'd messed up. There was no way around it.

So he stood in the door and shuffled his feet and hoped a crack would open in the floor and swallow him whole, which it didn't.

"Samus Aran?" He called, when he saw Samus pause thoughtfully at the axe. It was a mark of fomrality- he only ever called her by her name when he was unsure of the bond thathad sprung up between them, after all.

Samus looked over when Komali called her. She definitely took notice at the name. A look crossed her face. It was a mixture of wonder and worry. Why was Komali calling her that? She had taken a liking to 'Mama Samus' even if she would never admit it...

She set the axe back on the rack. "Komali?" She started to walk over to him.

"I- I messed up," He looked down clutching his hands together to stop them from shaking, "A-and you got hurt, and I know it's my fault so...I'm really sorry!"

The child looked up again, red eyes wide and tear-filled, "I didn't mean to! I'll do better, I promise!"

Samus picked him up, looked him straight in those tear-filled eyes, and told him, "It was not your fault."

Best be listening to mama there, little bird.

Komali made a soft, helpless little peeping sound and threw his arms around Samus' neck. The greater portion of white fluff had fallen out over the course of shore leave, leaving only a long swath dangling from each of his elbows like over-sized sleeves.

"H-how do you know?"

"Because I doubt you're collaborating with the Ohm," did Samus just crack a joke? Maybe. It was meant to be words of comfort regardless.

"That's not funny!" Komali objected, but when he let go the hug to wipe at his eyes, he was smiling again, "You're not even mad?"

"I'm not mad," she confirmed.

"Okay," He agreed shyly, "Is mister Chief mad?"

Komali may have confused some words in Chief's name.

"I can't speak for him, but I'm almost positive Mister Chief is not angry," Samus liked this name for Chief better.

Well, that just make sit completely, officially, totally hug time. He's got good strength, for such a little guy, "I love you Mama Samus."

It had been a long time since anyone had told Samus they loved her, if she even remembered any of the other occurrences. It was... strange honestly. People depended on Samus. People had always depended on Samus. Said people had never really been close to Samus. She worried about close Komali was too her. She wondered if being so protective of him was a bit of a mistake. He needed her in a way she wasn't used to.

But she cared about him. She had gotten attached, and it was too late to change any of that now. Through all the worrying and the guilt of dragging him into her dangerous life, she was happy that she could take care of him.

She hugged him tightly back. She pulled back and offered him a smile, while ruffling feathers on his head. She was happy, and it was apparent that Komali's feelings were (albeit silently) returned.

"Feeling better now?"

"Uh-huh!" He was all smiles and properly fluffed feathers, no longer slicked tight to his skin with worry or stress. The flight-feathers hanging from their place on the strip of tendon and skin at his elbow made the illusion particularly sweet, rather like he was draped in a thick robe of brown and white feathers.

"I feel good."

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