Hair down, overshirt off

"Your instructions are to surrender that forest camo top and your hair-tie."

"You realize my hair was tied up when I came in, right? I'm not even sure if this is a new tie-"

"You've got your orders, Samus," Korpus repeated, his craggy face frowning deeper. "Let's not start defying them this far in. Not too late for us to pull your funding for an incomplete contract."

The bounty hunter sighed, then held her hair back to pull free the tie. She shook her hair out as it fell about her shoulders, then began to untie the military fetish top where it was knotted at her waist. She shrugged her shoulders out, then pulled it off of her bust, revealing the surprisingly low cut of the exercise bra she was still wearing. The guards didn't say anything, but they appreciated getting a better look. Samus handed both items over, not bothering to fold the shirt.

"Good. We're ready to take you into the highest clearance level now. From this point on, everything you see is a Federation secret of the highest order. Nothing leaves this level. Is that clear?" the stodgy officer questioned. When she nodded in response, he took that as good enough, the dismissed the holographic communication.

"This is the first time I've heard of being asked to wear your hair down when entering a secure laboratory," she remarked under her breath, while watching the guards peel back layer after layer of security: first a blast door, then a laser grid, then some other sort of contraption that included scanners on either side of the corridor. She could only imagine what was worth all of this security.

"Captain Korpus will meet you further in," one of the soldiers informed her, snapping a salute.

She didn't return it. Instead, as she walked forward, she held one finger to her ear. "K... I'm not about to find out that stands for Korpus, am I?"

No answer.

The area past was surprisingly dark, illuminated only by dim bulbs on either side of the corridor. This area seemed more like a prison than part of a research facility. "Did I read it all wrong? Maybe all of this was to keep somebody in, rather than out," she began to wonder to herself, as she walked in stocking feet into the increasingly inhospitable looking final sector. She turned her head this way and that, noticing the presence of tattered paper posters all along the wall.

The hallway seemed endless. She finally found one of the posters that seemed legible enough to read, then held it up to the light.

"REMEMBER YOUR ORDERS."

"... K?" she asked under her breath. The poster reminded her of him, but he didn't respond. It had been a while since she'd heard anything from him, she realized... part of her was wondering if her comms even worked this deep behind blast doors. She crumpled the poster in one hand, not appreciating the message. Her days of blindly following orders were behind her.

Or so she told herself, as she headed further into the darkness to discover the true purpose of her being called here.

Her mind went back to the anomaly. Not her clothes, which were being referred to as one, but the part where her ship had picked up flying through something she'd never managed to identify. "Just... where am I, actually?" she wondered out loud, as she finally came to the central chamber.

A man stood at the center: Captain Korpus. He didn't have any other guards around, nor did he appear to be armed. Just an older man, bald, stone-faced, and standing with his hands crossed behind his back in a rather official stance. The room was poorly lit, save for the spotlight in the center, but what could be seen was nearly featureless, besides the somehow ominous dark gray alloy composing the floor.

"We've got one last thing to address, Samus. The anomaly."

"The one I flew through on the way to your base? Or is this base itself the anomaly?"

"No. The one you're wearing," he explained, continuing to frown sternly.

Samus sighed, figuring it was finally time for him to level with her. "Is that why I've been brought here? To be dressed this way? Studied, for some reason? Broadcasted outside of the station wearing these ridiculous clothes?" she questioned, moving closer. She was tall enough that when she reached him, she stared straight into his eyes.

"You'll have your answers. Once you surrender the anomaly."

"Do it," K told her through comms. "Remember your orders. Follow them to the letter. Then you'll have your reward."

"What? Specifically, what do you want?" she repeated, her blue eyes glowering with impatience.

Roll 3!

Outfit durability: 17/28 (sports bra, shorts, socks)