Hazmat Protocols [Tida, Nexus]

[onemorebounty]

*Samus makes her way through the Nexus, wheeling a handcart on which rests a gleaming metal-and-ceramic cylinder. Roughly the size of a fifty-five gallon drum, it emits the quiet hum residents of Earth might associate with a high voltage power line. She glances often at a set of readouts and controls inset into the cylinder's top, her gaze

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[therandomcleric]

Tida is tucked away into a corner - insofar as the Nexus has corners - this time, holding what appears to be a half-finished dress and humming quietly to herself as she meticulously hand-stitches the seams together. She hears Samus coming before she sees her, naturally, but barely glances up until she gets to a point where she can tie off the thread and pause.

"This is the sample?" she asks then, glancing at the cylinder. "Or rather, the sample is inside?"

[onemorebounty]

I could wish there were less, but both sides have started refining it wherever they can find it.

*She frowns down at the cylinder.*

If you come across anything like it in your Facet, I trust you'll let me know?

[therandomcleric]

"I will. If anything like it ever shows up, I'm certain I'd need your help." At least she knows when to admit she's outclassed.

[onemorebounty]

*She gives a grim nod.*

You'll get it.

*She squeezes the governments of her Facet for fat bounties on hunts she probably would have taken anyway, but keeping the phazon in check is too important for such games.*

[therandomcleric]

"Thank you." Tida could probably get the elders to pay Samus a tidy sum, but she'll hold back on saying so till she's sure.