The Bigger They Are...

[onemorebounty]

*Samus let the ship's autopilot carry her away from Bryyo's imploding leviathan seed. Closing her eyes, she fought down another wave of nausea, pulling her helmet off in case the nausea won. There was still a smear of the blue sludge on her chin from the last time when she prodded her comm unit to life.*

The leviathan on Bryyo is dead.

*She

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[vicioussweetie]

"I'm here." Ali's voice comes at first from off-screen, but it doesn't take long for the comms officer to move so Ali can claim the seat. She'll even let Dane be nearby, if he's good.

"What happened? Your readings went haywire." Too tired to hide her worry, Ali focuses on keeping herself from going over the edge into panic.

[onemorebounty]

When the guardian blew, the room was full of charged phazon, and me. I soaked it up, feel a little worse. Kick Dane for me, would you?

*That last is said in the air of a weary joke.*

But, I was able to crack open the core, and burn most of the excess off by killing it. The med scanner here says my corruption's up to twenty-five percent. I hope that's twenty-five percent of lethal, not twenty-five percent body mass. How's the situation look from up there?

[vicioussweetie]

"How many times?" Ali might not be joking so much.

"It's..." And then she realizes she doesn't know. She's been too focused on Samus to really worry about the fleet. "I haven't noticed anything exploding lately."

[onemorebounty]

Use your best judgment.

*She certainly wouldn't mind Dane getting kicked a few times.*

Not exploding is good. Keeping the fringe all patrolled. You'll contact me if anything comes up?