Just the cap, nothing too unsettling

The less work-focused of the two checkpoint officers gulped, looking her over from head-to-toe. He didn't quite understand his orders-- those were really up to the other officer-- but it seemed like he had a blank check here. Would anyone call him out if he told her to get naked? Seeing the legendary bounty hunter, Samus Aran, out of her zero suit and in her birthday suit, was hard to pass up, even if it made him look like a perv. He opened his mouth to make just that request, but didn't get it out. The other man spoke over him.

"Just your head-wear, ma'am. The other security checkpoints may have different orders, but that's it for this security level," he explained.

Samus felt relieved. It did make some degree of sense, after all-- it was the one part of her outfit that wasn't fit tight to her body. Also, it fit with her initial impression that this was a professional operation. The other one didn't seem to understand that part of his responsibilities... a less confident woman might have felt threatened by the way he was undressing her with his eyes. The bounty hunter nodded wordlessly, then handed over her pillbox cap, revealing more of her signature bright, blond hair.

The guard took it in both hands and made a quick visual inspection. "We'll take this into the back for further processing. If we find anything off, you'll know, because this whole place will go red and lockdown. Unless that happens, assume you're in the clear," he finished, giving a wry smile. "Just another day on the job, right, soldier?"

"I'm no soldier," Samus reminded the man, seeming like the implication actually offended her more than the ogling from the other one did. She walked on past the deactivated sensors, lowering her head in thought. "These guys have a lot more to worry about than me using this get-up to smuggle in a firearm or a bomb. It sounds like their whole security system has been compromised. Right now, I'm suspect number one..." she reasoned. "But if I believe K, they're the shady ones. Of course, he's the most suspicious of all. This whole secret operation smells fishy."

With nothing to act on, Samus proceeded into the second security block.

As she headed in further, the look of the guards on patrol changed. Men with crew-cuts and flight-suit style uniforms were traded out for heavily armed guards, equipped with the Federation's substitute for power armor. Privately, Samus hoped she wasn't going to have to fight her way out of this. Taking these guys down hand-to-hand would be no small order-- she didn't even have the handheld paralyzer or her augmented boots to fight them with. Worse, their weapons might be coded to their biometrics.

The second checkpoint came into sight, this time guarded by another pair, each in heavy armor that masked their features. "Halt! Samus Aran," the first one began, no nonsense. "Smaller than I thought you'd be."

"Easy for you to say in power armor," Samus thought to herself, rolling her eyes in response. "Let's keep things simple. What's the security check for this level?" she questioned impatiently.

"Ordinarily, you'd need a level 2 clearance badge to get any further. We've been informed to watch out for your arrival and we're ready to let you through, but first, we've been informed to confiscate that foreign outfit you've brought in for further testing. Past here are the labs-- sensitive stuff. We can't have you bringing in unknown artifacts or entities, even surveillance equipment."

"You should be more worried about your own surveillance equipment," Samus thought to herself bitterly, but she couldn't afford to leak those concerns. "Fair enough. What is it this time?" she questioned. "In case your comms are out, you should know: the people back at the first check-point took the hat. I'm not sure why you would need to confiscate anything additional here, but-"

"Well aware," the armored soldier responded. "You're right: you're no soldier. Try to follow orders for now."

Samus clenched her fist with an irritable frown. "Then get on with it. What are you asking to inspect?"

Roll 2!

Outfit durability: 26/28 (overshirt, sports top, belt, shorts, boots, gloves, socks)