Female Inflation

I anxiously licked my lips, for what I was I going to be doing once I arrived home from school. Anxiously sat in class after class, wishing the clock would tick faster. Impatiently staring at the clock in each classroom I went with a glare that could kill someone. Nervously stretch my hands throughout class. Eat my lunch with no care at all; hoping it could get my mind of what I wanted to do so badly after school. The seconds inched closer and closer until the final bell of the day rang. It rang so loud I thought I was hearing a joyous melody.

The crash landing had gone well.

If such a thing could go well at all, by any standards. However, Samus Aran had not been expecting to survive the reentry to Tallon IV, much less a multiple-G crash landing on the planet’s surface. Her ship had obviously been damaged in the massive explosion that consumed the Space Pirate ship in orbit. Her only question was how extensive the damage was. As her visor came back online, Samus could see rain drops hitting the surface of the visor.

“Shit,” Samus thought, “my ship must be a wreck.”