Samus will try to postpone things, will it happen?

With the preparations ready, Samus and her drones could depart. Samus's ship was designed for a single pilot but contained a small room for transporting things and people rescued or delivered to justice... a rather small and cramped room, 3m x 2m. Samus opted to provide the drones with what they needed, but they would have to learn to share the space until she could procure a larger ship... but the two drones didn't seem to like this.

Drone1: Samus, are you kidding? It's tiny! There's barely room for a bed!

Samus: The walls are full of pull-out drawers to store stuff in, and anyway, I put a mattress on the floor in there. It will take up less space than a real bed. Not the most comfortable, but at least it will be less Castrophobic.

Drone1: And should I share it with her?! Absolutely not!

Samus: This is the space on board, it's a fighter ship, not a cruise ship.

Drone2: I'd rather sleep with you, my queen, to satisfy your every need.

The drone emphasized the point by caressing Samus's side.

Samus: I usually sleep in the command seat, so I can immediately take over the controls in case of an emergency. There's no room for those needs; space is dangerous and unpredictable.

Drone2: So professional, my queen, but also so tense. I'll make sure to provide you with a worthy compensation for your difficulties once we arrive.

The drone continued caressing her and maintaining eye contact. Samus understood that the drone would try to insist on this duty and would eventually find a way to handle her, but for now, she would be throwing trouble at her first drone.

Drone1: Totally nauseating. I can't believe we're sisters.

Drone2 turned to her sister, her smile turning upside down.

Drone2: Are you speaking? You're addicted to our mother's nectar? Maybe I'll use this opportunity to clean up your rebellious behavior.

Drone1: You can try... bitch! And it's not an addiction, anyway, at least I drank it.

The drone smiled. He'd recently learned some swear words from Samus and was "making progress" on how to piss people off.

The second drone approached the first. The distance between their faces was a few centimeters, the tension was high between them.

Drone2: I definitely intend to do it. When I'm done with you, you'll beg me.

Drone1: In your dreams, by the time we get there, you'll have learned to respect your older sister.

Samus held back a sigh. She didn't want to appear stressed in front of them. It would be a long, three-day journey to the planet where she'd try to acquire a ship capable of handling a larger crew, hoping for smooth sailing... although perhaps destroying a few pirate ships would lift her spirits.