epilogue of the second arc

Samus was frustrated. Not only had her clone stolen her ship and abandoned her on a space station, he had stolen her identity, met an old friend, and fought a dangerous pirate in the city.

All this information she'd gained the moment she'd arrived in orbit and used her credentials to access the Federation databases and track her down.

Now the clone was at a police station talking to some official. What was she supposed to do? Break in? Prove she was the real Samus and have the clone arrested? It was unlikely she'd just saved the city. The mere thought of it made it seem strange: someone taking her place as a bounty hunter? That she could save the galaxy from pirates in her place? Okay, maybe she was a little arrogant. There are other bounty hunters and Federation agents out there defending the innocent, but she was the best, and her clone was... a MILF, a version of herself who shouldn't be fighting. Her heart sank with worry. Had she gotten hurt? Whatever was on her mind, Samus would convince her to stop.

Samus entered the police station with her Varia suit activated, asking for her friend Kreatz.

She was directed to a room, and she went in.

Kreatz and MILF Samus in her zero suit were there, and there was also a woman... a blue-skinned woman who looked a lot like her.

There was a complete moment of tense silence.

Sumas: Okay, I didn't know there were other Varla suits around.

Kreatz: There shouldn't be any.

Milf Samus: I guess I have to... explain what's going on.

Samus closed the door behind her and unmaterialized her armor, revealing herself.

Kreatz: What the hell?!

Sumas looked between Samus and Milf Samus, completely confused.

Samus: You really have a lot to explain.

Milf Samus began telling everyone about the past events, starting with her encounter with the space station, informing Kreatz and Sumas about it, then about what she's been up to since arriving at Arcor III, and the fight against Sumas.

Samus: Wait, she's the pirate? Why the hell is she here, and you're informing her of all this?!

Kreatz: Well, Samus... I mean, the other Samus asked to adopt her after paying the deposit, paying the damages, and taking responsibility for keeping an eye on her.

Samus: She what?!

Sumas: She what?!

The two looked at each other.

Kreatz: We were here to talk to Sumas about this. By Federation law, adoption is permitted for all sentient races under the age of 24. Samus managed to convince the brass of her potential to train her as a sort of successor and grant her an amity.

Sumas: Why? I tried to kill you!

After waking up after the fight in a cell, Sumas thought Samus had arrested her.

Samus: This... I agree, why the hell are you doing this!

Kreatz sighed and then handed Samus a datapad.

Samus: What is this?

Kreatz: A medical test on Sumas confirmed a 95% genetic match between your genomes. Normally, a child would only match between 50% and 75% depending on the species. Technically, you're blood relatives.

Sumas: Wait, what?

Milf Samus: You were created from my DNA. Technically, you're the daughter I didn't know I had, the daughter we didn't know we had.

Samus was speechless at Milf Samus's interpretation. In a way, it was correct, but she's a pirate!

Sumas: So I did those things with my mother?

Samus looked at Milf Samus, shocked.

Samus: What did you do?

Milf Samus: Don't be jealous, and besides, I'm a MILF because of your choices.

Kreatz coughed, trying to change the subject.

Kreatz: So, Sumas, if you're interested, we can work this out. Or you'll end up in prison, or worse, there are some bigwigs in the Federation who'd rather take you to a lab and separate you. Luckily, Samus has a lot of credit with the good guys.

Sumas: I... Samus killed my father, Wevel, the Cyborg who raised me.

Samus: Wait, Wevel is dead?

Milf Samus: This is the first time I've heard of this. Sumas only said I killed her father and that she wanted **** on me.

Kreatz: He seemed very much alive or functioning Cborg a couple of hours ago when he tried to shoot Samus during the... fight.

Sumas was shocked and stood up at the news.

Sumas: Wevel is alive?!

Kreatz: Yes he is, he's a tough bastard.

Samus: You have no idea how many times we've fought and almost killed each other, but he's a survivor. I've never managed to kill him.

Sumas sat back down, shocked.

Sumas: Why?

Milf Samus: Ridley.

Everyone looked at her.

Milf Samus: Ridley has known us since I was a child, he knows what drove me to be who I am, the **** of my parents, my desire for **** against him... I think he tried to temper you with my own determination so he could better use you as a weapon against me.

Kreatz: Damn pirates.

Sumas: So he's alive.

Sumas found himself smiling.

Milf Samus: I never expected anyone to smile at the news, but yes, he's alive, and sooner or later he'll come back to kill me... to kill us. If you come with me, sooner or later you might meet him again.

Sumas nodded.

Sumas: Then I accept. Should I call you teacher or mom?

Samus: Oh god.

Milf Samus giggled.

Milf Samus: She and I might have been playing around with the idea that I might also be her mother, so you could be sisters.

Samus and Sumas: Never!

Milf Samus: Okay, maybe you two need to talk for a while. I still have something to do with Kreatz.

Sumas: I... okay, but we'll talk about it, okay, come with me, Sumas.

The two of them left.

Kreatz: Okay, this whole thing is so damn absurd, Samus, so you're a clone...

As Kreatz spoke and turned back to Milf Samus, he paused, as he was unzipping his Zero Suit.

Milf Samus: What? Shouldn't we pick up where we left off?

Kreatz pressed a button under the table to turn off the room's security cameras, then he too began to freak out.