[001 - video message]

[screwattack]

[On the network, a video feed starts up from one of the watch comps, pointed directly at the face of the user. Said user happens to be a woman with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a futuristic looking armored suit. Her helmet is currently off so that her face is visible on camera.

It appears that she is sitting in a stark white hospital room, with several doctors nearby reviewing clipboards and storing samples of... are those vials of glowing blood?

Speaking of glowing, the woman herself happens to be glowing slightly blue all over, and there are dark blue veins running along certain areas on her face.

When she's positive that the feed is working, she begins to speak.]

My name is Samus Aran, from my universe I'm what's known as a space hunter, a hired mercenary and bounty hunter primarily working for the Galactic Federation. One of my missions recently left me infected with a radioactive substance known as Phazon; my body is currently producing Phazon at a steady rate, and the city's government feared that my condition may cause harm to civilians, so I have been in the hospital for the past two days while tests were being run.

As I assured them, and as they confirmed, my condition is not contagious nor is it outright harmful to either myself or any others that I come into contact with. I now assure you that there is no need to fear my condition, and I'm taking great care to make sure that I keep it under control.

[To her chagrin this might mean regular check-ups at the doctor's.]

As a warning, my body and my suit are irradiated, so radiation detectors will go off if I come near them.

I'll be happy to answer any questions or concerns regarding my condition, but first I would like to ask if there happens to be anyone from my universe currently residing in the city. If you are at all familiar with the Galactic Federation, whether you are a part of the Federation Police or military, or whether you are simply aware of their presence as the law enforcement of the galaxy you are from, please let me know.

[Video - Egg the First]

[itsfromtheshow]

[As the feed turns on, you're introduced to a blue light with grayish edges. The perspective zooms out. The light happened to be from the eye of a blocky, yellow robot holding up the COMP. He cocks his head, giving a frown if a robot without lips could ever give one.]

What d'ya reckon it is?

Hm. The boss was never into beauty supplies, so a pocket mirror is out of the question.

[A round, red robot replies from behind the blocky one.]

If I had to venture a guess, I'd say it's a camera.

Camera? But this'n is gotdang bitty. How's a puny camera like this gonna capture the doc's great ol' frame?

True, we've always had to buy in bulk. Of course, we've always had a problem with the lens not cracking when the boss gives one of his laughs.

What are you doing with that!? Get out! Out, out, out, out, OUT!

[A door slams open and a mustached, rotund man flails his arms at the two robots. They hop away out of sight.]

And to think I was rid of them... Eh? Is this thing on? They told me this was a live feed... ugh, of all the...

Ahem. Citizens of Hinoto-Ri. My name is Dr. Eggman, the greatest scientific genius in the world. I specialize with engineering, especially with robotics. Now, it seems that my stay is fairly extended. This is rather inconvenient for me because I've got big plans in the works that I need to get back to posthaste! If you would be so kind as to direct me to a private workbench... err, a warehouse or garage or something is fine, whatever... then I would be ever so grateful.

You won't regret it. I'm not used to these, ah... domestic accommodations, I'm afraid.