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The tiercel chuffed as he encountered the young adult Mawkin hunter. If he was not hampered by his disability, Maru was sure he'd have been able to maintain that same level of sneaking around. No doubt, the younger hunter was subconsciously keeping himself in physical order while stuck on the human research station. "Varia is being transferred to a quarantine room, and is expected to make a recovery from all this." To be fair, the Mawkin's concern for his adopted daughter was endearing. Even if he didn't quite have a personal taste for the Mawkin's head general, he knew he had to judge the tribe by their own actions, not just one representation. "Doctor Kines expects that she should be able to receive visitors later in the day cycle."
He paused, hearing some talk from a nearby security agent who was passing them into their earpiece come. A chuff under his breath. "They will sadly be jettisoning her armor and base tech suit into the singularity to be sure of disposal, but I am speaking with the Admiral about resources for constructing her a new suit. It may take time, but I'm sure she will be back on her feet and ready to carry out her role to the galaxy before too long."
“Thank goodness,” Eresh said as he slowly released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Hearing that she was alright, and would be able to have visitors soon seemed to lift a great weight off the warriors shoulders. “I can’t begin to count how many scenarios I went over where something had gone wrong. I’m relieved that none of them proved to be prophetic.” He said before his expression became more somber at the news about her weapons and armor.
“Ah.. I see. I can’t say that I envy her. From what she told me, you designed that suit especially for her, yes?” He asked, though his tone implied that it was mostly rhetorical. “Legacy weapons and heirloom armor are something of a ubiquitous facet of Mawkin culture: the passing of such storied items throughout the generations.. a father’s blade passed to his son, or a mothers armor to her daughter.. these are the most precious of treasures we could ever hold. To lose them, or have them destroyed.. the thought is almost too painful to imagine. I suspect- though hopefully I am wrong- that the loss of her suit.. it might pain her in a similar way. You made it for her with all the devotion and love that only a parent can.. I can’t imagine that its loss will be a small matter. Please do what you can to convince her that what happened to her armor wasn’t her fault…”
A shrug came as Maru gestured for the tall mawkin to walk with him. "It is perhaps for the better so that we might make her a suit that is free of the sabotage done by the Mother Brain." His staff tapped against the metal deck, claws clicking with each step as well. "I designed her powered suit, but it was constructed in the foundries of Tourian, before the Mother Brain turned on us and commanded the Kromus Pirates three years ago. She made a number of intentionally flawed alterations to my designs, and installed several backdoor access protocols that we were never able to repair nor eliminate since Samus destroyed the Tourian central complex." Again, a sigh of resignation, but it was offset by the curl in his beak as Maru smiled. "The admiral has said he would see what favors he might be able to call in for her, and we'd be able to make sure that her armor is as she needs."
“Maybe so, but I don’t think that Samus would fully see it as simple as replacing a flawed piece of equipment..at least for awhile. It was still a gift from her father, and it’s now destroyed. Children have an odd habit of putting a lot of value into things we’re given by our loved ones. Even if it’s a compromised war suit,” he said with a soft chuff.
“But I have faith in you and the admiral. I just hope it doesn’t make me look too useless beside her the next time we do a mission together.” He joked as they walked. “She already almost matches me.. I dare say surpasses me in a few places. And if she’s that formidable in a less than optimal suit.. I definitely want to see what she’d be capable of. Like I said before.. your daughters potential is incredible.”
A chuckle could be heard in Maru's chest as they walked down the corridors toward the residential sector. "You do more credit to yourself than you admit, Eresh. I was able to design her suit specifically for her with some of the ancient war suits of our mutual ancestors to reference. Your armor seems to be simple, functional, but without the same advantages I was able to include. Do not discount your own skill merely because Samus and I were fortunate enough to live on Zebes."
Another corner, and then they arrived at a lift. "But you are right. Samus was able to take back Zebes and destroy the Mother Brain in spite of the flaws and defects that were hidden inside her armor. To see her with something more befitting her abilities would be a sight, and likely more terrifying for the Kromus." The tiercel chuffed as he tapped the call button, then lifting his left leg to take pressure off of it for a time. "Perhaps a larger missile bank, a proper micro-reactor so that she doesn't need to recharge the suit so often…"
And then he recalled the designs he had seen in the files from the Thé'nau research nest. Perhaps there was some good that those weapons could do. But it would need to wait until later. "I can think of a number of improvements to be done. I've had several years to consider it, after all."
That made the taller avian smile and he would duck down as he entered the lift with his much smaller companion. “You are too kind, but thank you. I can’t take too much credit, much of what I can do was thanks to the tutelage and training of my mentors over the years. They are the ones to thank, really.” Eresh said as he then chuckled “That said, I’d say you are just as good of a teacher, Samus shows a great deal of battlefield savvy. It’s like looking at a tiny mirror every now and then- save for a moment of her getting caught up in the excitement of a death battle- that’s when she gets a little frightening.” He said with good humor.
And once the elevator started up and he listened to Maru muse about possible improvements he could make to Samus’s next suit. “Those definitely would be smart additions, especially with her fascination with bigger and better explosions. I think if she were here she’d have a wish list a kilometer long.”
Heavy footsteps echoed as a trio of environmentally sealed biohazard suited staffers walked down the sterile hallway, clearing a series of checkpoints as they made their way toward the deepest section of Beta Five. Two of them turned off from the left most of their group, pushing the mobile platform that carried a magnetically sealed case toward processing for launch into the singularity, leaving the other researcher to walk into the containment sector with a sealed container in hand. Two more check points before they arrived at the most guarded section of the station: XK class contagions. Several drones moved to take the container from the researchers, who nodded a thanks, tapped at a provided tablet to sign off the transfer, then turned to depart while the drones handled the final containment of the sample.
The drone moved toward the back of the hallway, arriving as a section that had recently been set aside for the sample they had recovered. Sections of the wall would unlock and open to reveal an otherwise unoccupied room, three meters in all dimensions, with a storage column in the center and a slot in the face of the structure that matched the dimensions of the container. The drone stepped inside, delicately angling the containment tube into the slot and sliding it into place. A series of panels extended out and slid into place to close the container in.
"Containment Protocol in place." The drone's digital voice was cold, unfeeling. Simple. "Specimen X secured. Stasis containment in effect."
Yet just before the stasis field was engaged and froze the physical flow of time, there was a rattle from inside the container. And then, as the fields flickered on, silence.