...due to transdimensional flux [audio/action]

[icequeen_aran]

[Sometime later on Sunday, another space ship falls out of the sky and lands in the parking lot. Except this one is not nearly as big and does not look anything remotely like a space dong. It looks more like an orange... helmet? A lady steps out, grumbling to herself, donned in some kind of army or military attire

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MONDAY MORNING 0600 HOURS JUDGEMENT DAY

[colonel_falcon]

[ From here

Someone is knocking on the door of BW-17.]

[n_objections]

[SOMEONE PASSED OUT FACE FIRST ON THE BED and was too tired to even change out of her smelly, booze-smelling clothes. She also, miraculously, remembered to set an alarm and it has gone off twice now but she keeps hitting snooze. BUT THERE IS NO SNOOZE ON DOOR KNOCKING. She jolts awake, immediately greeted with An Awful Hangover.]

HOW MANY TIMES UNTIL IT SHOWS UP I WONDER

[vaporeonshowers]

[Passed out on the bed... OR ON A VAPOREON?! Yeah, she would have filled the tub up and slept in there as usual but she was too tired, and her own bed is so cluttered she decided to just pass out on Samus' bed instead. At some point her shirt seems to have gone missing again. Also that wasn't the snooze button, that was her boobie.

She is not quite as hungover, since being MADE OF WATER keeps one well-hydrated, but it is still a very ungodly hour for there to be noise at the door. In her half-asleep state she has forgotten all about the fact that she has a roommate and just whines at the door:]

God shut up and come in whateverrrrrrrrrr.

[colonel_falcon]

[WELL, OKAY, IF YOU INSIST.

Falcon busts in the door and flips on the light.

It sure is lesbian in here.]

[n_objections]

[ Hop hop. So the entire trip out to the stadium consisted of a yawn-y Samus who was combating hangover headache as valiantly as she could. She still did not know the layout of the school very well, so she followed Falcon's lead, trusting he knew where to go.]

[colonel_falcon]

[Falcon, however, had ample time to explore when Samus DID NOT SHOW UP YESTERDAY AT 2100 HOURS. He slept maybe two of the three hours between 0300 and 0600, spending the last hour carefully calculating how to best make Samus' life a living hell.

SO HERE THEY GO TO THE STADIUM.

Samus might notice that Falcon's training uniform is made of some sort of weird, thicker material isn't that strange.]

Sleep well?

[n_objections]

[She dully noted it, in-between yawning and silently cursing colonel jerkbutt and her hangover.]

Great. You?

[colonel_falcon]

[Totally crummy.] Excellent.

[BEHOLD, the stadium. Falcon actually has no idea how to work the fancy schmancy features, but that's okay because he doesn't need it.]

First to say 'uncle'.

[colonel_falcon]

[ hop hope]

[Oh an accident. Samus did you cause an accident.]

What happened?

[Look they are coming up on a *~*diner*~*.]

This is all right, yeah?

[n_objections]

[Not this time.] Yeah, it's fine.

[Let us go into this fine diner establishment and pick a back corner booth and I would like coffee that I can sip loudly when I'm annoyed at you. This is all a very good distraction until that awkward silence comes from not answering his question. She will probably take to just staring at the coffee. The incident is still very fresh in her mind.]

We were sent over to assist and tow a commercial transport ship and its three hundred occupants. Its drive unit failed so we sent over Ian to try and repair it. It was just supposed to be a routine fix but it went critical and started to overheat...

[colonel_falcon]

[He will order a coffee of his own and wait patiently for Samus to continue telling the story. He can sort of already see where this is going.]

Blew up, huh?

[n_objections]

Adam wouldn't let me try to save his own little brother. He wouldn't even give me a chance.

He ordered to detach the drive unit.