Samus

You walk into the bounty office, you were notified this morning a bounty hunter was interested in your listing and requested you come in to provide more details. As you walk into the office you see the person who is persumably the bounty hunter who's interested in your job. She's tall, very tall, a few inches over six feet for sure, blonde ponytail and the atheletic build typical of a bounty hunter who hasn't eaten anyone in a few days, and wears a skin tight blue outfit that leaves little to the imagination. As you walk in she turns towards you, apparently having heard your footsteps, she spots the bounty office transponder in your hand then looks you in the eyes. You posted this job, right? She says with a finger pointing towards your listing. I need some more details, your pay is good, even given I'll have to bring you along to verify the kill, but I want to know who it is I'm hunting. With pictures, preferably. Helps to identify she licks her lips and to ensure I'm not signing up to eat anyone gross. Plus your posting mentioned you have a tracking beacon, how precise is it?

You place your drink down on the table, the sound audible throughout the quiet bar, you're the sole customer of the establishment. Only you and the bartender share the space, some solitude you don't exactly mind. With a creak of the door behind you that solitude is broken as you hear footfalls entering the bar behind you. You turn your head in an uninterested manner towards the newcomer, blue bodysuit, athletic, tall, weapons visible... bounty hunter. You try not to react as you turn your attention back to your empty glass, but your attempts to remain uninvolved with the woman through feigning disintrest are quickly snuffed out as she sits right next to you and slides a device in front of you displaying a digital copy of a posting for a bounty on your head. Hey cutie, this you? Her tone is calm and confident, it's apparent to you that not only does she fully believe she's found the right person, but she's not worried in the slightest about what you may try to pull.

You stare out the window of the gunship as it flies through the cosmos, stars streaking through your vision. You don't have much to do on this ship despite being the only crew member she keeps. You look over to her as she flies the ship, Samus Aran, reknowned bounty hunter, savior of the galaxy, your employer. You're still not quite sure how you ended up in this position, somehow you ended up being the sucker she pressured into rubbing her stomach while she digested her target and she liked you enough to offer you a job doing just that, rubbing her stomach which has claimed hundreds of lives while it claims its next victim. At least you're not inside it. You're unsure if the sex is a part of your job too, or something you've unofficially opted into, but it's something you weren't exactly eager to turn down. The ship rumbles as it breaches the atmosphere of the latest planet in your interstellar journey. Samus breaks the silence. This should be the place, target's last known location was some tiny town on the outskirts of civilization. she leans back as the ships autopilot takes over the landing sequence. I don't know why so many fugitives hide in the middle of nowhere, fading away into a populous region makes them far harder to pin down. She smiles and licks her lips. Not that I'm complaining, lets me keep giving you work. The ship touches the ground with a practiced thud and Samus rises and stretches, her blue bodysuit pulling tight.