we're almost there

The three ships docked at the space station. Sumas immediately rushed to find Milf Samus, leaving a cursing Kreatz alone to check on the docking status.

Sumas stood in front of one of the two docking ports, hoping it was the one for the Samus he preferred.

The port opened and original Samus stepped out, and Sumas could only huff in annoyance.

Samus: So?

Sumas: Wrong port, I found the worst Samus.

Samus felt hurt by the comment.

Samus: I'm no worse than anyone, especially my clone.

Sumas: Oh? You want to prove it? She's pathetic, she's really strong and confident, are you sure you're not the bad copy?

Samus: There'll be a time when we'll sort this out, but first I want this station's computer to analyze you. Its technology is much more advanced than the Federation's, so I can see if you're not a problem.

Sumas: I like being a problem, blonde.

Samus couldn't help but think of Sumas as a spoiled, arrogant little girl; she felt compelled to punish her somehow.

A nearby hatch opened, and MILF Samus entered the corridor.

Milf Samus approached the two, smiling.

Milf Samus: Are you okay? Have you had time to think about our new family?

Both Samus and Sumas stiffened at the word. They both wanted a relationship with MILF Samus, but with each other? They'd most likely end up shooting each other first.

Sumas: Samus... no, mom, I'm fine with you being my mother, but she's nothing to me, less than nothing.

Samus: You're still alive because I decided to indulge the other me. If I were you, I'd be grateful.

Sumas: Oh, so you think you have the right or the strength to kill me? Don't make me laugh, Barby in Blue.

Samus: You little viper.

Milf Samus: Okay, I see you're getting the wrong kind of heat. Maybe if you got to know each other better ("whispered" intimately) you might change your mind. After all, Samus and I aren't that different, and you, Sumas, like us, had a hellish childhood, and we both understand exactly how it feels, and we're on your side.

Samus felt embarrassed. Milf Samus was right. Sumas is a victim, and he shouldn't pressure her, not even if it was a threat to her relationship with... well, Samus was really struggling to accept it.

Sumas, on the other hand, blushed, having caught Milf Samus's whisper, unlike Samus. She's not acting like you, I understand she should be, but you're you, and she's just getting in the way.

Milf Samus patted her head.

Milf Samus: Give it time, after all, you wanted to kill me too when we first met.

Sumas turned completely purple with embarrassment.

Milf Samus: Anyway, I imagine Kreatz is doing the post-landing checks. Standard Federation ships are rather annoying. I'd say we go ahead to the computer room.

Samus: Yes, let's go.

A few minutes later, the three women reached the computer room, and it welcomed them.

Computer: Greetings and welcome back, Samus. I see you've recovered the clone unit and brought guests. I've already performed a preliminary scan of your minds and genomes when you arrived. I found no traces of threats, and I can provide access to the reality rewrite function.

Sumas: Wait, rewrite reality?

Computer: Exactly. Any modifications, whether genetic or mental, won't be made with primitive tools, but with a complex mechanism built into the structure. It will rewrite you based on your needs, maintaining the memory of who you were and the changes made.

Sumas: Cool, wait, that milk thing was...

Computer: That was Samus's second request, applied to herself and her clone.

Sumas: Wait, Samus... can't Samus's clone do it herself?

Computer: Each clone is under the jurisdiction of the original and cannot have the authorization to use the reality rewrite technology.

Sumas: Can I change others?

Samus: Good question.

Computer: All individuals authorized or under the jurisdiction of someone authorized cannot be retouched without consent.

Samus: So, to check Sumas's health and see if he's a human bomb waiting to explode, I'd have to ask your permission.

Computer: No, just the reality revision machine. Sumas's status is as follows:

Sumas is healthy, contaminated byMetroid and Sa-x morally gray, gender: female, altered genetic traits stable, hormones overactive due to age. Physical age: 18.4 years, possible memory impairment and accelerated growth, mental age: 21, behavioral deficiencies due to prolonged isolation, detention, physical and psychological ****, Stockholm syndrome identified, infatuation with Samus's clone, attraction towards Samus but countered by anger and...

Sumas: Enough!

Sumas was covering his face in shame.

Samus, on the other hand, was speechless. The computer said Sumas was attracted to her? So why the hell is she acting like a bitch, or maybe it's about anger. I didn't do anything to her, why would she be angry? These thoughts swirled in Samus's head.

Milf Samus: Good thing, if there's some attraction, then things can work out. What do you say we each get a power-up? There are two rules: we do it one at a time, and each of us gets a different power-up.

Samus: It almost seems like you're trying to push for...

Milf Samus: What if what happened last time happened? Come on, don't say you didn't have fun. I'd invite Kreatz over too if he can get away soon, and then you and Sumas need to break the ice a bit.

Computer: I'm available to start anytime.