The Burden of Commands [Prologue]

[onemorebounty]

*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

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali's reply is brief: Sounds fun! Be there soon. It is also not long in preceding her arrival. She's dressed as she usually does for these trips, this time in an olive green vacsuit over which is draped a violet himation.

The view is taken in briefly, with a little more time taken to admire the ship, before Ali looks for Samus.

[onemorebounty]

*The plantlife appears to be mainly ferns of different sizes and types, lending little fragrance to the humid air. Ali is met by a smile from Samus when she arrives, a brief break from the frown the ship receives.*

Well, there it is. Brand new, top of the line, and one hundred percent Fleet legal. What do you think?

*At the very least, Ali can look forward to no longer climbing atop the ship to get in--among the landing gear is a circular platform with the look of a small elevator.*

[vicioussweetie]

Ali wraps her arms around Samus in a hug that also serves to drape a pearl gray himation around the taller woman. Samus' frequent comments about liking Ali's sense of fashion did not go unnoticed.

"I think that, with you at the helm, it will be the greatest ship in the Fleet."

[onemorebounty]

*Samus returns the embrace, her frown finding itself nowhere near the equal of Ali's knack for bringing cheer. Her spirits are even raised enough to let her tease a little.*

Thank you. I'll try to live up to that, if only for your sake.

*She glances back to the ship.*

I wasn't sure how interested you'd be in the technical aspects. They aren't usually to your taste, I know, but you've surprised me before.