"I finally found you. After the scramble for that ancient tech in the Alimbic Cluster, I knew it wouldn't be long until you were back in action. I kept tabs on the cardinal Hunters when they departed: Noxus got back in relegated space and retired, Spire's still mulling over the wreckage to try and find some clues on what happened to the rest of his people. Weavel ranked up on
Urtraghus after he took out a Leviathan Seed in the hemisphere opposite the one you visited. Kanden and Trace? Well, neither of them were too happy about losing out on that precious Ultimate Weapon - broke out into a dogfight once they got clear of the Oubliette's debris field. Kanden won, and then
I won. But that's all behind us now.
What's important is you, Samus. After your recent exploits on station BSL, the Galactic Federation is
not too happy with you. Not one bit. High-priority comm channels confirmed it not too long ago. If those aggressive patrols you fought getting out of the quadrant didn't make it obvious, they're after
you now. And that means that we're on the same side. You want to know
why I was labeled a traitor, a 'waste of Federation resources and arms,' using bootlegged and 'contraband' GF tech? Big men upstairs were talking about Operation APEX, a procedure that would have every Federation Trooper in a next-generation Power Suit. A whole
military of Samuses. They proved themselves stronger than Pirates, but too strong for the feds to keep on a leash. I'm the first and last, and they scrapped the project when I took out an orbital research station to try and stop the Parasites just like you did. Not so great being on the other side, huh?
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We need to move. There's a small world about six hours from here where we can stay dark until galactic patrols scatter... unless you'd prefer to meet some of the billion-dollar bounty hunters they're commissioning."