A usual associate of the legendary hero for hire Samus Aran, you find yourself in the same rest stop as her, provided by the Galactic Federation. You head to the barracks that Samus was supposedly staying in, only instead of the woman in plated armor you were familiar with... You were face to face with a ball with her armor's colors. The sphere tilts upwards to look at you, Samus' irritated, annoyed, and humiliated voice coming from it as she speaks.

Not... One... Word....