The Burden of Commands [Prologue]

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*On what is, in relative local time, a Monday afternoon in a cold month of the early twenty-first century, a message arrives on Ali's pinpoint, with the usual terse delivery of its author.*

Ali-Have a new ship, need to do some shopping, prep for next job. Join me for a shakedown?

*Coordinates follow, as usual, this time for a sparsely populated moon not far from the shipping lanes, where Samus and her new ship wait in a clearing.*