Everyone knows Sammy. Lesbian disaster. Probably trans. Super cute. She's the type that tries to act cool, but can't really keep it together long term before they devolve into a blushing mess. She's fun to mess with. Plenty of girls like her, but few have taken her home.
She's a stammering pile of adorable-ness as you get her out the door and towards your place, and it only takes a little nuzzle along the neck to get her toes curling and to turn her vocal cords off. Unfortunately, you get off the tram to your place, and your roommate is having a screaming argument out the window with her dad, and THAT'S a whole pile of crap that won't get resolved until 3 AM.
(They're Poripoto. It's not an abusive thing, it's a cultural thing, but it's still annoying from your point of view.)
You don't expect Sammy to mumble out that she's got a place, but you're glad for it. The hangars doesn't feel likely - you didn't have her pegged for a spacer, but that does explain the long stretches where you don't see her. She leads you into one and up a hatch into what's little more than a shuttle (she's a freakin' courier, that fits), and your lips are on her before she can react, and she stumbles backwards getting you to her bunk, and she's putty in your hands...
The night progresses as you'd expect it to.
In the morning you sleep late, and you're still up before her. You get up to see if she's got a caf brewer of some variety, when you start to notice things.
That's not just a fabber, it's a full on microfactory - and it's set up to make micromissiles.
The cockpit has a subscreen for armament, and the number of cannons that are presently deactivated is astonishing.
And then you open an alcove hoping the kitchenette is behind it, and you come face to face with a very familiar orange-and-red armor suite.
Sammy is freaking Samus Aran!?
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