[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.

Comments

[tyrantball]

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!"

[screwattack]

"... 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."

[tyrantball]

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!"

[screwattack]

"... 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."

[tyrantball]

Desco adopts a haughty expression at that.

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

[screwattack]

"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."

[tyrantball]

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.