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My past is not a memory. It’s a force at my back. It pushes and it steers. I may not like where it leads me. But like any story, the past needs a resolution. What’s past is prologue.
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A warm smile softens the usual intensity behind Samus’ visor as she steps forward with her power suit humming quietly in the ambient glow.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Olie. A fellow traveler of the stars and a wandering warrior, I know that path well. Welcome. The —
Samus nods with a small smile with her visor glinting.
“The shared athletic builds, blonde hair, piercing eyes, tight combat suits, plus the fierce independence, deadly precision and zero tolerance for anyone who underestimates either of them. It’s a win to me.”
“You know, most of the galaxy thinks the Guardians of the Galaxy are a joke that somehow keeps not dying. I’ve seen the footage. The dancing. The arguments. The complete lack of anything resembling military discipline. Yet you stopped Ronan. You stopped Ego. You’ve thrown —
@StarLordOfDance Samus let out a soft and amused huff behind the visor with her arms folding loosely as she regarded Peter.
“They do. Trust isn’t something I hand out lightly but once it’s earned, it’s solid.”
A faint smirk touched her voice.
“And without the suit? —
Samus lands hard with her arm cannon still warm. Bayonetta is already there, perched elegantly on a broken pillar and just watching. The two warriors lock eyes. Samus straightens and offers a simple and sincere greeting.
“Bayonetta. Been a while.”
“Heart rate steady, muscles warm and my focus locked in. No shortcuts. No excuses. The suit only works as well as the body inside it and I refuse to let either one slip. Water. Reset. Ready for whatever comes next.”
@StarLordOfDance Samus tilted her helmet slightly, the faintest hint of a smile audible in her voice as she replied.
“Skill over luck. Good answer, Quill. Yes—I rely on the same. Myself, my suit and the rare few who’ve earned my trust.”
“Day’s been long but steady. Finished the last of the reports, cleared the hangar checklist and headed straight to the gym. Dumbbells feel light compared to what I usually carry but that’s the point. Stay ready.”
A low hum escaped the bounty hunter’s helmet.
“White hair. Cat-burglar suit. Moves like she’s mocking gravity itself. You’re either the most confident thief in this sector or the most reckless. Either way—you’ve got my attention.”
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“Managed to scavenge some decent protein packs and roll them up with whatever spicy purple filling I had left. Chopsticks still feel weird in these gloves, but the first bite hit the spot. Even the little Metroid looks interested. Dinner for one—for now.”