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(Y/n) (L/n) lived on a nondescript space station that only thrived due to weary space travellers stopping by to repair their vehicles or stock up on supplies before heading out again. (Y/n) was one of the mechanics who worked on Space Station 2X49, (the place was so worthless it wasn't even given a proper name) and although he was known as the best mechanic on the station (even though that wasn't saying much) he yearned for something much more. He had never been off the station and could only dream of the numerous wonders that could await him if he left this dump of a place he called his home. People called him a mechanic, but he was so much more than that. He was an inventor, an engineer, a creator, an innovator constantly labouring away in his small workspace tinkering and making to try and one day get off this godforsaken space station. Yet it never happened. No matter how much he reasoned or begged or pleaded to work on one of the few spaceships that did bother to rest at Space Station 2X49, they always denied him and went on their way. (Y/n) once tried to build his own spaceship, although after numerous failed attempts he finally called it quits on that endeavour. Apparently, knowing how to fix a ship and knowing how to make a ship are surprisingly very different things so no matter how long he spent in his workshop he was never able to realise his dream of getting out and into the great wide expanse that is space. And so, much like the many hopefuls before him, his motivation turned to anger which slowly changed into nothing. (Y/n) (L/n) had given up hope, though luckily hope didn't give up on him.

Your POV

It was a usual day in my workshop. I sat at my desk, whiling away the hours whilst flys and humid air were constantly battling to see who could annoy me more. I cast a lazy glare at the numerous boxes that littered one half of my workspace. A better time that was. One where I was full of passion and hadn't given up on my dream to leave this bland old station. I smile slightly to myself and walk my way over to the cardboard storage devices. Picking up the nearest box I place it onto the table and see its contents. Instantly a wave of nostalgia overwhelms me as I dig through old contraptions, laughing at the more 'ambitious' creations and smiling fondly at my more proud accomplishments. The biggest being a pair of goggles. On the outside, they may not look like much but to me, they were everything. That's because that pair of goggles were my first ever creation. When I started on becoming the multipurpose inventor that I am today I figured I'd need a signature look that people could recognise me with, so I created these goggles to do so. At the time I didn't have access to what I have today which, to be honest, still isn't that much, but I managed to make it work and those goggles are a testament to that. It kind of became the slogan people dubbed me with when I started to get more popular: '(Y/n) (L/n), no matter what, he'll make it work' which in my mind is quite degrading really. It's not something like: '(Y/n) (L/n), the best inventor in the galaxy' or 'If it's not (Y/n) (L/n) it's not high quality'. I guess you get what you get. Anyway, now that the self-reflection is over I get a call on my holo-phone. A holographic picture of a blonde haired girl lounging on a sofa and eating a bag of crisps, or 'space crisps' as they're dubbed here because even though it's the exact same thing because we're in space you add space to it, is shown.

(Y/n): (L/n) Repairs, (Y/n) speaking.

???: We got a new ship on the radar, looks like pristine stuff, thought we'd see if you're available to give 'em a true Space Station 2X49 welcome.

(Y/n): Or it's because the other mechanics are god awful and the only way to make this shit show of a station at least slightly presentable is by calling over your only competent mechanic to do every job. I have a life other than fixing ships ya know Maria.

Maria: Yeah yeah, you like to make pointless crap and tinker with fuck knows what from the scrap heap, in other words, useless shit. We need you out there and making business with this spaceship else this station is goin' in the red and we're all gonna have to find a new home. Ya want that?

(Y/n): More than anything. And it's not doin' pointless crap, it's doin' what I enjoy. Not that you'd know, what you enjoy is seeing how many people on this space station you can sleep with. I'm genuinely surprised you don't have one person doin' you up the ass and another eatin' you out right now.

Maria: Funny, (Y/n). Just cause the one relationship you've had in your entire life ended in heartbreak. Awww did little (Y/n) get upset because Danielle had to move away and you haven't been able to see her? She's probably making out with the first guy she sees, a much better alternative than having to sleep with you.

(Y/n): She didn't 'have' to sleep with me, Maria. Unlike with anyone who gets in your bed, Danielle and I had an actual loving long-term relationship. Are you getting mad cause I turned you down instead of her?

Maria: I'm getting mad because you haven't gotten off your lazy ass to repair this ship! It's always like you to change the subject to get under my nerves. If you don't get to that ship I'm talkin' with Uncle Stanley 'bout evicting you from this station and throwing you into The Den!

And with that, she hangs up on me. To fill you in with the details, Maria handles some satellites that orbit our humble station, through those she can see who is about to enter the planet and what they need. It's our mayor's scheme to make us appear more helpful so we get more people comin' in. Speaking of our mayor, his name is Stanley or Uncle Stanly to the horrible brat I have the pleasure of speaking to every time I'm called on a job. So you can see my predicament, I can't make smartass comments to Maria otherwise she goes and tells the Mayor. One of the most frequent threats is dumping me at 'The Den' which is an abandoned cave on an inhabitable star not too far from here. Anyone who's gone there has died and as much as I'd like to leave this station, getting to see new lands only to die shortly after is not what I have in mind. So, I put on the goggles that I still had in my grasp, pulling them down so they rest around my neck and chest, pick up my trusty multi-purpose spanner (able to change into numerous tools to help with repairs and tinkering) and set off towards the hanger portion of the space station where every arriving ship docks.

I arrive with a hate speech directed to the station in the hopes to drive away the newcomer in an act of rebellion against Maria already prepared, only to stop in awe of the ship that lands before me. Orange in colour with green tinted windows, the unknown ship sent an almost forgotten sense of excitement to course through my veins. As it lands I can already tell that the engine has been disrupted due to the large amounts of smoke that amits as the ship descends. As soon as it has touched the floor I race over to start inspections on how to tackle the orange beauty of a spaceship in front of me. I get lost in giddiness and almost fail to feel the metal hand that is put on my shoulder. I turn to see a tall orange and red power suit topped off with a hand cannon on one arm towering over me. I nervously rub the back of my neck and gulp. This dude's pretty scary.

(Y/n): H-Hey there! I'm (Y/n) from (L/n) repairs, I've come to repair your ship. If that's okay with you? Mister big suit man?

The suit gestures to the ship and rubs their fingers in a gesture of money. Surprised by the lack of words I try to step closer to see into the helmet but as soon as I even go to step the hand cannon is pointed in my direction.

(Y/n): Holy fuck!

I jump back and cower in the face of the gun. Let's be honest here, I've never seen a gun like that in my life and when it's pointed at me, especially with the intimidating aura that person in the suit gives off? A lowly mechanic like me is gonna be shitting bricks right about now. The suit makes the money gesture again whilst still pointing the gun at me and I instantly go to my pocket.

(Y/n): You want my money?! Okay, okay! Just don't shoot! I've only got around 200 credits. I've also got a loyalty card for Barry's Beef Shack and a coupon for mint choc chip ice cream at your nearest Spacemart... if that will suffice...

I shakily give the suit my wallet only for it to push it away.

(Y/n): You don't want my money?! If you want my spanner you can have it, just please don't shoot sir!

The suit slumps its shoulders like it's giving a sigh and then removes its helmet to reveal...

(Y/n): YOU'RE A GIRL?!

Underneath the helmet appears to be a woman who has no right to be as beautiful as she is. Blonde hair tied in a ponytail yet keeps bangs than hug her sculpted face and piercing blue eyes accentuated with furrowed brows that stare directly through my body. A beauty spot underneath her kissable lips emphasises her magnificent features.

Blonde Haired Girl: Got a problem with me being a woman?

The light blue eyes narrow and I jump a little in my skin as I try to retcon my previous surprised statement.

(Y/n): Wh-what? N-no. It's just that I was err, surprised that you were a, you know...

Blonde Haired Girl: Girl?

(Y/n): Yeah! There's nothing wrong with being a girl I was just not expecting it.

Blonde Haired Girl: You and thousands of others... My apologies, my name is Samus Aran, bounty hunter. I got a little suspicious as you rushed over to my ship.

(Y/n): O-oh! Sorry 'bout that, I just got a little excited at how cool your ship was. Wait, did you say bounty hunter?

Samus: I'm glad you like my ship, and yes I'm a bounty hunter. It's one of the reasons I'm on this station actually.

(Y/n): Really? What are you hunting?

Samus: I'm afraid that's classified. Now you said you were going to fix my ship?

I pout slightly at Samus' neglect to tell me more information about her mission yet only abstain for a small moment.

(Y/n): Yeah! For 500 credits I can get your ship running in about a month's time.

Samus: Can you do it in a week?

(Y/n): WEEK?! I'm sorry if someone gave you false information but there's no way-

Samus: I'll pay you triple the amount.

(Y/n): TRIPLE?! Err well, it'll still be a tight squeeze. Even with all the overtime, not to mention the...

I trail off as I try to work the numbers in my head.

Samus: I can help with repairs.

(Y/n): Really? I mean with your help I'm sure we'll just about manage it. Why'd you need it done so fast?

Samus: That's classified.

(Y/n): Really? Come on, at least a little. It'll help me work faster.~

Samus rolls her eyes and sighs but eventually relents.

Samus: Fine. I'm going after a monster called Ridley. I managed to wound him badly as I encountered him earlier today however in the process I damaged my ship. My scanners picked up his signal on a star around this area so I want to face him before he recovers and flies away.

(Y/n): Ridley? What kind of a monster is named Ridley? What is it? A scary unicorn, or maybe a sinister space llama. Ridley, pffft you're acting like it's some kind of dragon or something.

Samus: Riiight. Are we going to get to work or not?

(Y/n): Sure. You might want to get into something more comfortable than that power armour though.

Samus: I don't need you telling me what to do, I have something anyway.

The suit-wearing woman walks away to change as I start an inspection of the ship to see which bit needs addressing first. When Samus comes back, let's just say that the ship was the last thing I was inspecting. Samus confidently strides over to me in a skin-tight blue jumpsuit that hugs her curves and gives me a nosebleed.

Samus: Are you going to keep staring pervert or are you going to help me repair my ship?

(Y/n): Just g-give me a minute...

TimeSkip

Over the next few days, progress has exceeded my expectations. It helps a lot when Samus is there as not only does she know her ship but she is very much capable enough to work on things independently. Sometimes I don't know why she employed me in the first place, I guess it's to speed things up. Anyway, as soon as I heard about Samus' mission to take out this 'Ridley' I've been desperately asking her to take me with her. So far, much like every time before that, she's turned me down. We're getting the finishing touches done and the ship will probably be ready for takeoff today which worries me. Mostly because it means that along with the ship, Samus will leave too. Although Samus provides little in the comic relief department, her serious and business-like demeanour not allowing goofiness to take place, she has still given me some of the best times I've had in years and when you catch Samus out with some quick wit or just something stupid to see her crack a small smile, it's the best thing in the world.

(Y/n): Hey, err Samus?

I look down from my step ladder that I was currently working on to see the lower half of Samus poking out from the bottom of the ship, her upper half concealed as she doesn't bother to roll out to look at me. I feel a slight pang of hurt though I get over it quickly as the only reason she's doing that is because she's focused on something, and when Samus is focused on something she sets her mind on it completely.

Samus: Yes (Y/n)?

(Y/n): What are you planning to do after you've defeated Ridley?

Samus: I'm going to collect the reward and then move onto the next target. Why do you ask?

(Y/n): Oh, err nothing. Just wondering is all.

I go back to working only to hear Samus roll her Spacecreeper (that thing you use to roll under spaceships) and look directly at me, prompting me to look back into her calculating glare.

Samus: What's the matter (Y/n)?

(Y/n): What do you mean?

Samus: You have something bothering you. What is it?

Always direct in her approach, isn't she?

(Y/n): Err, well it's just, ya know...

Samus: You know...?

(Y/n): I uh, like hangin' out with you so I was wonderin' if you would be up for stayin' on the station for a bit before you leave for another mission.

The suspicious gaze Samus had before softens and the blonde bombshell sighs, rolling under the ship to start working again.

Samus: As much as that sounds nice you know I'm needed out in the galaxy. Something needs to keep us safe and that happens to be me. Unfortunately, that means I have little time to stop and gallivant on this space station with you.

(Y/n): Which is why I should come with you on your missions!

Another audible sigh is heard from Samus and although I can't see her face I can already tell she's rolling her eyes.

Samus: We've already discussed this, numerous times. The answer is no.

(Y/n): But what happens if your ship gets damaged in the heat of a battle?

Samus: I'll fix it.

(Y/n): But what if you're needed to control the ship instead?

Samus: I'll set it on autopilot.

(Y/n): But what if-

Samus aggressively rolls back out from under the ship to shoot me one of the coldest glares she's ever thrown my way.

Samus: The answer is no, (Y/n). I've had enough friends die on missions and refuse to let anyone jeopardise the lessons I learnt from that. I work alone and will continue to work alone until the end of my days.

The statement finally shuts me up and so we stare at each other in uncomfortable silence. Surprisingly, Samus breaks eye contact first although not fast enough to conceal the guilt in her eyes.

Samus: I'll... have a think about it. Though I'm sure you're needed on this station anyway.

Before I have a chance to respond a voice answers for me.

???: You're damn right he is.

Groaning as loudly as I can, I throw a look at disdain at the encroaching figure of Maria. The hot blonde has her hand in another bag of space crisps and meets my glare with similar scorn.

(Y/n): Careful Maria, with the amount of snacking you're doing you'll barely be able to fit into your slut dresses.

Anger practically radiates off the, now looking properly for the first time, quite pudgy mayor's niece and she huffs in annoyance.

Maria: I eat whatever the hell I wanna eat, (Y/n). And you best not be thinkin' of tryin' to escape off planet again, cause otherwise, I'll personally be leadin' the platoon to drag your scrawny ass back station-side.

Her threat does little to deter me as for one, Maria doesn't own a ship, and for another, this station can barely keep itself running let alone keep a platoon of soldiers contracted. So in response to the empty manacing remark, I show her my middle finger.

(Y/n): Fuck you Maria, nothin's stoppin' me from leaving this shithole.

Maria: Oh really?

Maria backs up her curious statement by flapping an envelope in my general direction.

(Y/n): The hell is that?

Maria: Oh, you know, just a letter directed to you... from Danielle.

(Y/n): WHAT?!

I leap off my step-ladder sprinting past Samus who gives me a look of confusion and... jealousy? No that can't be it, whatever it was it doesn't last long in my view as I try to snatch the envelope out of Maria's hands only for her to worm out of my grasp.

Maria: You can have this letter on one condition. You kiss my feet.

I throw up in my mouth at her request and have to unceremoniously swallow it back down so I don't puke all over the steel floor. What kind of insane condition is that?!

(Y/n): I ain't doin' that! Your fuckin' crazy Maria. Just give me the letter and piss off.

I take another step toward her but stop in my tracks as Maria produces a lighter in her other hand.

Maria: Oh? Suddenly mister big shot mechanic isn't so tough.

Clenching my fists I go to slap the hoe right in her stupid smug face though she lights the lighter and slowly inches it toward the letter.

(Y/n): ...F-Fine! I'll... kiss your disgustin' fuckin' feet.

The triumphant smile on Maria makes me sick to the stomach, almost as much as what I'm about to do.

Or was about to do.

Before anything else can be done a blue jumpsuit-covered hand punches Maria straight in the side of her face and knocks her out cold. I pick up the letter and go to thank Samus but as soon as I go to face her she's already walking over to her ship. She mutters something that is almost inaudible but I just manage to catch it.

Samus: I hope that bitch is worth it.

That's when cogs start to turn in my head and almost as soon as I had picked up the letter I drop it back on the ground and run to catch up to Samus just as she's getting on her ship.

(Y/n): Samus! Wait!

She turns around begrudgingly, a grimace on her face and her eyes filled of anger and sadness.

Samus: What? Aren't you gonna read that letter from your girlfriend?

(Y/n): No. And she's not my girlfriend. Look, Samus, the only reason I was so happy to have gotten a message from her is because she was the only person to have ever wanted to get to know me as a person and not some stupid mechanic in as long as I lived. However, she wasn't the only one, and I realise I may have driven off that other one with a wild goose chase to find someone who may not even care about me anymore. So, are you uh sure I can't come with you? Cause I'm pretty sure I'll be hung here for your actions against Maria and-

Samus holds out a hand, signalling me to stop and then I get to see one of the most beautiful sights ever imagined. A Samus smile. A true one, not the small ones she normally gives me, a genuine full smile as well as a.. hint of a blush?

Samus: First of all, you better not get your hopes up, because this relationship is purely platonic for now. But, I think I might be able to squeeze you on this ship.

I smile back at Samus though my smile holds a slight playfulness as I believe I have just caught her out.

(Y/n): Did you say we're purely platonic, for now? Does this mean that-

Samus: You want on this ship or no?

(Y/n): R-Right. So, where we goin' to face this 'Ridley' dude?

Samus: 'We' aren't going to face anyone. I will face Ridley whilst you stay on the ship, and we're going to that place people at this station call 'The Den'. Know anything about that?

Although disappointed at Samus' outright refusal to allow me to fight alongside her I get a cold chill creep along my spine at the mention of 'The Den'.

(Y/n): You uh, sure he's there? He's probably just lazing around on a star nearby, The Den is no place for a space llama like him. Maybe we should hold off...

Samus rolls her eyes at my cowardice before smiling and winking at me, giving me a massive blush.

Samus: Hey, I thought you were (Y/n) (L/n)? We'll make it work.

The rare light-hearted Samus comment sets me at ease and my past nervousness is replaced by determination so I give her a confident smirk before replying.

(Y/n): You're right. (Y/n) (L/n) and Samus Aran, no matter what, they'll make it work!

Samus: Damn right!