Stark Industries | Saturday

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This was not the first time Fandom had turned Topher into a pony. It was, however, the first time Fandom had turned him into a pony when Topher had a date planned.

Fandom, you were such an ass sometimes.

So he went to work, hovering a little behind the counter (because disgruntled or not, it wasn't like he was just going to waste the wings) and

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[stupid_metroid]

Considering the strangeness of the island, Samus wasn't too surprised to wake up and find herself in the body of a freaking pony. It was a little unsettling and upsetting, but only if she bothered thinking about it for too long, which she wasn't going to allow herself to do.

She did think it was pretty strange that her suit changed, too. Really, it did make sense than perhaps the design was so attuned to her physical state that the Chozo had made it so, whatever form she was in, the suit matched it. It made sense on how the Morph Ball worked and a few others things, but the technicalities were the sorts of things that would nag at her until she figured it out.

So there she was, coming into the shop and doing a quick glance over the person there to assure that it was indeed Brink, and she gave him a stiff nod. "I'll be downstairs in the lab," she informed him, "if anyone needs me."

How she was going to run tests was still a little unclear, considering the hooves, but she'd figure something out.

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Topher scrambled a little to hover a little higher -- because, you know, moving around the desk was for people who didn't have wings -- to get a better look at Samus.

"Your suit changed," he observed. "You're --" Huh. "Is that metal, or, like, pony-skin?"

Topher, don't be weird.

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Samus lifted a hoof to bang it on something nearby so that the distinct ring of metal would confirm her words. "Metal," she assured him. "Same make up as my regular suit, just a different shape. That's what I'm going downstairs to look into..."

She didn't think to see if she could still Morph in this form, too, and so that now became a top priority as well. She eyes Brink and his hovering a little, tilting her head.

"You've been on the island for a little while, right? Has something like this happened before?"

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"Yeah," Topher confirmed. "Last year. Probably before then but I've only been around a year. If you're going to run tests on it, can I help?"

No one ever let him do tests, okay.

[stupid_metroid]

It really was a shame that the visor prevented Brink from seeing Samus's lifted eyebrow. This wasn't a refrigerator that stopped working. This was her Power Suit. It would feel like giving a pair of scissors to a kid and telling him to perform open heart surgery on you.

"If I need some assistance," she said diplomatically, "I'll let you know."

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"Can you need assistance now?"

Sorry, Samus. Topher had a thing about shiny red and gold suits. And scientific testing in general. And... helping.

[stupid_metroid]

Samus snorted, shaking her head. "Maybe with the door," she said. Because....hooves. She was thinking of blasting it off since she still had one leg as a gun, and then she could fix it later when she had hands again.

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Topher sulked. "I meant with something cooler."

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"Want me to go blast out of refrigerator for you?" Samus offered coolly. He could sulk as much as he wanted, she wasn't letting anyone else close to this suit.

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"I did that last week," Topher whined. "Suits are awesome. Pleeeeeease?"

[stupid_metroid]

"No," said Samus, lifting a leg, and charging the laser on her gun so she could slice out the door to get downstairs easily.

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Topher eyed her.

"What are you doing?"

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"Blasting the door," Samus informed him. "You can fix it if you're really that bored. And I'm sure I can probably convince Jarvis to take care of opening the door, but this gives me an idea of what the power on my blaster is in this form."

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...

"Jarvis?"

The name sounded familiar.

"And you get a blaster? That is so unfair. And awesome."

[stupid_metroid]

Samus, you were well above adoration from teenage boys. Got it?

"Yup," she agreed and, blaster charged, quickly dismissed of the door to the downstairs lab with surprising precision, only a little bit of smoke, and the pieces of the door settling at a respectable distance so that no one got hurt. Last thing she wanted to deal with was liability papers on the death of one of her employees.

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...

"Holy shit."

Wow.

"That is the second-coolest armor I have ever seen."