meanwhile very far from the space station

Somewhere in space, Samus's spaceship landed on a Galactic Federation colony, Arcor III.

Samus stepped off the spaceship, not the original Samus, the one we've come to know as Milf Samus.

Why was she here? Leaving the original at the space station?

Different indeed.

She was Samus, and although her body mirrored her fantasy of being a horny housewife in her 40s, inside she was more or less the same, just a little more sex-hungry and with her natural maternal instincts a little heightened. She knew herself; the original would surely have tried to relegate her to the station or a colony where she'd be safe, but she's a bounty hunter, not a defenseless housewife. The original should be taking a vacation instead. For years, Samus had done nothing but hunt pirates and parasites, and after a quick chat with the station's computer, she discovered that it was also capable of recreating spaceships, but they would have had to be practically designed from scratch by the original. Luckily, Samus knew every inch of her ship, so although it would take time, she hadn't trapped her, which would give her time to prove to the original that she could handle it, and perhaps even a romantic date.

What about Arcor III? This was one of the main headquarters of the Galactic Police ****, a perfect place to find both work and company.

Entering the building, she runs into numerous bounty hunters and security personnel, all staring at her and whispering, pointing at her. Indeed, in her Thermsuit, she was no different from the original and had become a legend in the field.

She soon found someone who could help her, one of the few people who had once had her back during her adventures, Kreatz the Elfin.

Samus: Kreatz, it's been a while.

Kreatz: Samus? It's good to see you... wait, you're not chasing some mutant alien horror in this galactic sector, are you?

Samus: No, don't worry, I'm actually looking for work.

Kreatz: I actually have something for you. I was actually thinking of calling you because it might be something related to you.

Samus: Really?

Kreatz: Look here.

A video appeared inside Samus's helmet, something that sent shockwaves down her spine. It was a security camera video, someone in a thermix suit like hers, attacking someone.

Samus couldn't believe it, her evil double created by the mother brain and destroyed years ago, Dark Samus... or maybe someone who had somehow recovered her thermix suit, but this was important.

Kreatz: She's attacked several communities on different worlds, often worlds you've helped in the past, perhaps some sort of obsession with you.

Samus: Where was she last seen?

Kreatz: Here, on Arcor III, do you want to hunt him down together like old times?

Samus: Like a date? Sure, why not.

Kreatz: Great, then I... wait, what did you say?