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[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.

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"Desco doesn't think it's ideal to rely on humans for power either, but she is pretty sure Hades needs to recover from the recession before different energy sources can be researched!"

And now she's considering something.

"Even when Desco worked for the Corrupternment, she was only the Foreign Minister, so that was never her area of influence."

Desco was a confusing one to Samus... while her actions were certainly suspicious, she didn't seem to have a dark heart.

"Politics were never my forte either. To me, while necessary, politics often result in dehumanizing people, turning them into statistics and cogs in a machine."

She shakes her a head a little. "A solution that doesn't result in harming others should still be priority, regardless of the consequences."

Desco is in fact the most kind-hearted killing machine in existence! Probably just what happens when you're from a society where violence never has permanent consequences.

Anyway, Desco is...kind of non-plussed, now.

"...Desco is starting to think that you've never met any demons before, have you?"

"Things like them, perhaps..." Metaphorically, she's faced many demons. Things too cruel and too terrible to be considered anything but demons.

"However if you're referring to your species as demons, I doubt I've ever come across them."

A nod.

"Desco can kind of tell."

A pause as her primary tentacles gape open in a kind of grin.

"Desco is from Hades, where wicked humans are sent to become Prinnies after they die!"

She draws herself up proudly at that.

"All the demons in Hades exist for the purpose of instructing the souls of humans!"

Wicked souls? She was literally from Hades then, an actual Hell, a concept that Samus herself wasn't very familiar with considering her estrangement from human culture.

"As far as I'm concerned, at least within my world, the souls of the wicked can only be punished in life. The concept of an afterlife is..... almost incomprehensible there. Though I believe that something like it exists..."

After all, she was forced to face off with the ghosts of her foster race time and time again on Tallon IV, and she knew that the Chozo were aware of extra dimensions.

"I can understand how your sense of morals would be different than mine in that case, however."

Desco nods.

"Of course! But it's not like Desco disapproves of your morals! Just as demons chastise humans with fear, humans resist demons by trusting their comrades!"

Slight pause.

"Desco learned that from Valzy and Fenfen."

"You certainly boast an interesting society... Are humans and demons constantly at odds in your world?"

Samus seems genuinely curious about it. She doesn't condone war... she'd rather prevent it where she can. But her kind of war sounded more political than anything.

"And what about these aliens you mentioned?"

Desco looks a little unsure.

"Desco isn't sure. She's never been anywhere in the human world besides the lab where she was made."

Ah, the aliens! Now Desco is on familiar territory!

"The Pan-Galactic Alliance felt that humans were unnecessary, so they made a moon base and staffed it with their snotty bureaucrat androids so they could wipe out all the humans! But then we went to the moon and beat them allll up!"

Demons being made in labs...? Well she supposed it wasn't too unusual to hear. Many of the Space Pirates bred one another in labs, often in attempts to breed bigger and stronger soldiers.

Samus considers her next response carefully... to try and truly figure out where Desco's morals lie. "... Would you have saved the human race even if it posed no benefit to you?"

Desco tilts her head to the side a bit.

"..but it would always benefit Desco. Daddy and Big Sis are humans, after all! Daddy still lives on Earth, too!"

... Huh? "Your family isn't other demons, then?" This was starting to sound familiar...

"Desco's little sisters are all demons, but she's not really sure how many of them there are."

A slight shrug, as if to say 'whatcha gonna do?'

"Desco provided the basic personality matrixes for them, but she's been too busy with Big Sis to really pay attention to the mass production models."

"But... you were raised by humans? I find it interesting you wish to strike fear into them if you consider some of them your family..."

Desco, you are a confusing one.

Desco blinks a couple times, using only her red eyes.

"Really? It's not like Desco knows any humans besides Big Sis and Daddy. And Big Sis lives in Hades with Desco, and Desco is pretty sure Daddy isn't capable of fear!"

A slight pause.

"Oh! Mr. Almaz and Mrs. Sapphire are humans! So Desco knows four humans."

"You don't seem to be getting the point. You're telling me that even though you knew several human beings, and considered two of them to be your family, you weren't concerned for the entire race on an emotional level?"

She didn't understand how even a racial barrier like that couldn't be overcome with family bonds?

And Desco is once again confused. And a little angry.

"Hey! Daddy and Big Sis are Desco's family! Desco was not adopted or anything! She properly received the name of Kazamatsuri!"

She's pouting now.

"Don't say 'considered' like Desco decided on a whim! Desco was born to make Big Sis happy!"

"... I apologize. I made the assumption that you were born to demons and raised by humans... I myself was born to human parents, but I was adopted by a race known as the Chozo."

It sounded to her like Desco didn't come into existence very conventionally then...

"Because of the circumstances in which I was raised, I believe I'm more used to co-existing with multiple sentient cultures than others." There were even those in the Federation itself that had discriminatory views, but the Chozo had raised her with an open mind about interracial peace. There was really only one race that she had no mercy for...

"If you truly care about your family so much... wouldn't you care about their entire race as a whole?"

She doesn't look quite so angry after your apology/explanation, instead adopting a superior look and nodding primly.

"Daddy made Desco in a lab by splicing together demon DNA."

She pauses to consider your question.

"Desco was created to place Big Sis on the throne of the entire world. So Desco has to make sure that the human race survives so that Big Sis can have her ideal world of luxury chocolates and beautiful men pandering to her every whim!"

"... You don't find these goals at all selfish? You and your sister would be hurting others for a rather unnecessary goal..." Samus is kind of astounded by how naive this demon sounds... Perhaps she is more of a child than Samus truly realized.

"The noble thing to do would be to benefit and protect as many people as you can... without seeking reward for yourself or for only one person. Protecting innocent lives should be done for the sake of justice..."

She really didn't think her words would get through on this one, though... Reasoning just didn't seem to work very well.

"Perhaps I'm wasting my time... I don't know if we'll be able to see eye to eye."

Desco is seven. Not seven in demon years. Actually seven.

So she doesn't quite get what you're saying.

"B-but...Justice is the power Heroes use to fight the Final Boss! If Desco used Justice Power, she'd have to beat herself up!"

"... I'm afraid your logic is starting to border on the nonsensical. You're implying that justice... is the opposite of your nature."

Whoever raised this girl had to be insane. Samus reaches to the neck of her armor, pressing an unseen trigger and causing her helmet to snap over her head, visor flashing. Her eyes are hard and still behind the clear visor.

"Well, justice is my power... and I suggest you refrain from opposing me while I'm in town."

Desco adopts a haughty expression at that.

"Desco will oppose anyone she wants to! The Final Boss refuses to be bullied by grown-ups!"

"Bullying?" She tilts her head and gives a small salute. "More like you've just met your match, Desco. Samus Aran, professional hero, at your service... Or disservice."

Rather than say anything, Desco places her claws at her temples and blows a raspberry while waggling her claws at you.

Then, with an angry huff, she switches off the video feed.

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