You are ${character.name}, a rookie member of the Galactic Federation. After a long, grueling week of drills and training, you retire to The Drunken Kihunter, a bar situated on the asteroid Pallas, and a common stop for space travelers.

You enter the bar, and are met with the familiar, seedy sight. Sentients of all shapes, mostly nonhumans, mill about the establishment, lit only by dull neon fixtures. The usual bartender, a Vhozon in a hooded cloak, notices you and nods as you enter.

As you approach a seat, the Vhozon clicks at you inquisitively.

"Nah, I think I'll need something a bit stronger than the usual," you exhale.

The Vhozon nods and lets out a low whistle. He mixes up a cocktail, squeezing a fluid out of an insectoid creature as the last ingredient. You wince, but the bartender chitters reassuringly.

"Bottoms up," you resign, gulping a swig down. It's definitely strong.

From the corner of your eye, you spot another human—a tall, fit blonde woman, a veritable amazon. Wait... is that Samus Aran? The legendary bounty hunter herself? Even as just a rookie, you've heard tons of tales about her, and if it weren't for the official briefings, you'd think she was just some kind of myth. And despite her prowess, she's quite stunner, too. But perish the thought—you're sure she gets tons of attention already, and you're way out of her league. You dejectedly return to your drink, resigning to only sneak an occasional glance at her.

You down more and more of your drink, and aimlessly chat with the Zebesian next to you to pass the time. Eventually, the Vhozon bartender slides you another drink, the same kind as before. You look at him confused, and he chirps, pointing to... Samus? You nervously peer over in her direction, and you find her staring you down with a cold expression. As you lock eyes, Samus gives you a sly grin and winks.

You look at the drink, and back to Samus. You point at the drink, then yourself, as if to ask "Was this for me?"

Samus nods, smiling, and