[[ independent RP account for Samus Aran, Bounty Hunter.

Please understand that Samus' personality has never been very defined throughout the franchise, so most of her personality is born from my imaginings of her. I will do my best to research her thoroughly and bring the most accurate version of her to you. ]]

FC: Charlize Theron (may change)

M!A: none

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egoisticengineer:

Blonde, blue eyes, it was actually almost expected of the engineer to see such a face—pictures were never really enough to Tony, but hey, apparently she really did look like that. Who would’ve known? Suit malfunctioning? Oh, well that must’ve been the reason why she was here then, though he decided not to comment on it just yet. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been added into the books and it might be a while until they give me any credit. You know how the world is nowadays. Universe—whatever.”

He shrugged nonchalantly at her request to know more about the arc reactor and its elements, tilting his head a bit to one side as he let out a light chuckle. Oh, there it was—it actually was repairs after all. His mind was on a roll today, it seemed. “We’ll talk about it after you tell me the situation you got into, it can’t be that bad, can it? The outer layer of your armor seems to be in top condition, so I’m guessing there were some wire problems. Oh, wait I see a dent over there—but yeah that can’t possibly be all.” Tony grinned at the young woman, walking over to her as she specified there being something off with the circuitry. Again, let him state the fact that he definitely was on a roll right now. Score.

“The dents won’t be a problem, but you should know that well enough. I suggest taking off the suit as a means to give it a better look, and I’ll get JARVIS to make a full scan. It should be fully operational in no time, plus we can have a chat over coffee or something.” He chuckled, doing his best to not make it sound as if he were flirting—since he did have that habit and people did call him off on it. But that wasn’t important. He crouched down just enough to check the armored navel area, grazing his hand lightly against the metal with a raised eyebrow. It was definitely fixable, but damn was this material strong. If she’s still alive with this kind of damage, then damn.

He couldn’t help but laugh from the other’s humorous statement, shrugging a bit himself before standing up straight once more, eye to eye with her. She had attitude and he liked it, but right now he seemed to have work to finish. “Alright, so the repairs won’t take long and there shouldn’t be too much of a problem. From what I can tell, before the scans and all, there was just a minor malfunction that should take no time to get rid of. It’s probably not a virus or anything if you can still function it well enough. So yeah, take off the suit—you do have clothes under there, right?—and we’ll start as soon as possible.”

"Yes, I have clothes underneath." Samus tried to hide the smile that spread, thinking it comical that he would entertain the idea of her not. She fiddled with some controls internally, having to start off the suit with a little peeling on the arm before it joined in and finished the job, unhinging itself from her and breaking away. It might have been impressive to see it peeling apart like that, but Samus was used to it and simply stepped out from the moving parts carefully, revealing the blue zero suit that she wore underneath. The Power Suit itself managed to stay upright, feet still planted on the ground. When she wanted to work on it, she would leave it in solid form like this. 

The bounty hunter moved to let Stark do whatever he was going to with it, holding her side which had also been damaged. It was bandaged rather poorly; sewing yourself up and driving a space ship at the same time was not necessarily a walk in the park. The bandage was underneath her suit, but a little bit of red did seep into the blue fabric before she patched it up. Other injuries covered by the zero suit ached as well, leaving no doubt in her mind that numerous black and blue bruises were being concealed.

"The Power Suit was made by the Chozo—a far away civilization, advanced in their technology—so whatever your scans don’t answer I will do my best to explain. It was damaged while I was on a bounty job to take out one of the Pirate commanders, who happened to have some new energy-based weaponry. It seems to have done some circuit damage, some parts may need to be replaced…" She would have repaired these things herself, but she was lacking in parts at the moment, with her ship crash-landing.

The bounty hunter glanced around before returning to Stark with a little smile again. “I was hoping you’d have something stronger than coffee.” Solitude had been her life, and somehow alcohol came hand-in-hand with that; not to mention variations of it could be found in just about every life-sustaining galaxy. With the things she had seen and done, it was a logical place to turn. As the bounty hunter moved her hand to the wound on her side gingerly, she thought that drinking might take a little bit of the edge off as well. The small spasm in her stomach as she touched the bandage lightly was the only break in her cover that she would allow. The rest of Samus’ body showed no sign of pain or discomfort; something she never took to displaying. 

"I’m not drunk enough for this."

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egoisticengineer:

The construction of Samus’ suit was an interesting one indeed—definitely nothing like Iron Man, and nothing he would have normally created himself, but it was something he admired. There was part of Tony that almost wanted to befriend her immediately, but that wasn’t his style—because of course Tony Stark has a style all in his own.

It was almost impossible to see, but the engineer did notice the squint in the other’s eyes through the helmet, frowning from the reaction of the other. Obviously there was a form of distrust, but he wouldn’t expect anything less of someone like this one. Apparently he couldn’t see the monitors in her set, so they had similar technology going on for them. Yeah, friendship would most certainly be for the best—maybe he could fiddle around with her suit, get some serious firepower on it.

The squint turned into a glare, and Tony frowned at how horrible things were going by just a single sentence from both of them. Okay, so friendship is now questionable, but maybe it just took time. Women weren’t really fond with him as of late anyway—honestly now, it wasn’t like he was going to try and fuck everyone from behind. He wasn’t like that anymore.

“Unidentifiable power—…” Her tone of voice almost deemed threatening, the frown remaining on his lips as he tried to figure out how to properly explain himself to the suited woman. “I’m assuming you’re talking about this little guy.” Tony raised an eyebrow, raising a hand to tap at his arc reactor. “New power source, all my own. It’s saving my life, nothing to be threatened by, it’s just… Yeah.” Honestly, Tony wasn’t one to just explain himself to others, even if she was well known to him.

His gaze averted away from her, trying to give attention to something else as he tried to organize his thoughts. He really didn’t have anything else to say unless she questioned it—because why spill everything to her? There didn’t even seem to be a reason why she was here before him.

There was a hesitant pause before Samus pried her orange helmet from her head. She nestled the heavy thing under her arm, the contact of it to her side giving a light tink as metal hit against metal. “I’m glad to hear that wasn’t my suit malfunctioning.” She noticed his shift uneasily. The bounty hunter had never been exceptionally good with people, spending most of her time in the vacuum of space.

 ”I’d like to know more about it, if you have the time. Actually, I came to see about some repairs. The last job I was on was… problematic.” Space Pirate commanders never took kindly to meeting her, especially when her intentions were less than ideal for them. This one was especially nasty, and they had gotten into a little disagreement. Dents and actual breaks in the armor had been one result, but internal damage to the circuitry would make it difficult for her to repair with the limited equipment she had. Stark was the big name in technology, as far as she could tell through the transmissions of this planet, and the only one that might have technology compatible with her suit. 

Now she was wondering if she should be more interested in his own inventions. From the readings she had just taken, this power source was not small. It could run something fairly advanced. Samus wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by stating that it ‘was saving his life,’ if it wasn’t literal. No one else had mechanical implants here, it must be something quite serious. “There’s something off on the circuitry of the suit, I’m not sure what. Not to mention the dents.” She gestured to her armored midriff, where she had taken a considerable amount of damage. It was a shame to see the work of the Chozo like this. 

The bounty hunter gave a little smile and added, “You should see the other guy.” it was a joke, but very truthful at that. 'The other guy' was much worse off, as well as all the lower-ranking soldiers that she had ran into on the job. Maybe it was wrong to be so openly proud of that, but as far as she could tell she had earned it.

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conciousoperator:

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egoisticengineer:

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“Oh… the infamous Samus Aran, I see? Pleasure to meet you. Tony Stark.”

Great. More people that knew her here. While the recognition was somewhat pleasant, Samus couldn’t help but feel uneasy and surprised at the rate her name seemed to travel. 

"The feeling is mutual." She managed, though blue eyes narrowed into a suspicious squint as she ran diagnostics from inside the helmet. In truth she hadn’t heard much about this Tony Stark, and was far too uninformed to form any sort of opinion on him.

#://___Processing…Processing…

What was that? Cross-hairs focused in on a device that seemed to be lodged into the man’s chest.

#://___Technology unknown…

The words blinked in her vision, making the bounty hunter’s eyebrows pull together. That certainly didn’t happen every day. The word ‘unknown’ made Samus rather annoyed. Eyes moved from the glowing spot in his chest back to his face, but the confused—and even a little angry—look stayed constant. “My power suit is detecting an unidentifiable energy source on you.” She was cautious with her words, prompting him to explain further. With the repairs that she needed—which was partly why she had come to Mr. Stark in the first place—the suit could have made an error. It was a rare occurrence, but so was the energy source she was staring directly at.

Anonymous sent: All of your signals were false, Hunter, unsurprisingly. You successfully wasted several cycles of my time. I am certain you feel great pride and accomplishment at having inflicted a squadron of Space Pirates with crushing boredom, and will be remembered for such heroism for centuries to come. I will find you eventually, Hunter. In the meantime, there is a surprising demand for human slaves lately, and I need to pay for all that fuel I used tracking your false signals. - Pirate Commando J'nak

The bounty hunter clenched her jaws tightly, teeth enamel grinding against each other. What she wouldn’t give to personally escort this J’nak to the gates of a hell made just for him. But she would do that in real combat, refusing to stoop down to their level. She sat there idly tapping her fingers and gnawing slightly on her bottom lip. In thought she absently bit down, gasping a little at the surprise pain. The metallic taste of blood was cleansing to her mind, and she took in the sharp sensation with gratitude. 

Back to work, then. No more playing hard to get, J’nak.

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