A checkpoint strip search

"Ordinarily, we'd send you through the scanner, but with the blackout, I don't think we can be too careful here," the first soldier began, gesturing towards the main gate, which was lined with sensors and connected to a state-of-the-art monitoring system. "We won't be using any of that. Instead, we're going to have to use more traditional methods. This is standard procedure to make sure you don't have any hidden weapons, especially important with cybernetics being as they are these days."

"Hidden weapons? In this outfit?" Samus questioned, lowering her hands to gesture over her whole body-- as though they could have failed to miss how tight the fabric was.

"Ma'am, all due respect, we've heard you can roll up into a little ball and drop bombs. I don't think we're being over-cautious here."

"Fair enough," she admitted, placing one hand upon her hip and tilting her chin up. At 6'3", she was a bit taller than either of the men, though not as much as she would be in her usual heels. "What sort of check are you planning to conduct?"

"Well, that get-up you're wearing is all an anomaly-- wasn't here on security cameras, now it is. Way I see it, we need close inspection of that outfit."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that we're going to have to confiscate certain items for thorough inspection. Once they're in our hands here at the checkpoint, you'll be clear to proceed."

The blond bounty hunter raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me you plan to strip search me?" she questioned, tapping her foot impatiently. When the man nodded, she pressed one palm to her face. "What sort of operation is this?"

Her earpiece buzzed. Another message from K: "Play along if you want the credits. Word of warning: security cameras all over the facility are now recording you and broadcasting the footage. Can't say who it's broadcasting to. Well... me, for one. But a lot of other people too."

"Broadcasting the footage? That's a serious security hole. I'll have to inform-"

"No one. If you tip the Federation off, it's my info off the table. Just play this game to it's end and you'll get everything you were promised."

Samus sighed, then crossed her arms across her chest, looking from the serious soldier to the one who was still staying silent and overtly ogling her body. "So? What is it you're asking to inspect? This outfit's as new to me as it is to you, so you're going to have to be specific."

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