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My upbringing was nontraditional, to say the least. Orphaned at childbirth, after a dragon named Ridley slaughtered my parents, I was brought up on the planet Zebes by an alien race known as the Chozo. Half-bird and half-human, my Chozo surrogates taught me that gender, relationships and sexuality undertake not follow rigid rules. “Women are warriors,” my Chozo parents would squawk as they trained me for battle, “Now go perform your ice beam on the Metroids in the basement.” The Galactic Federation hired me as a bounty seeker to eradicate the Mother Brain. I kept my femininity a secret, secret under the bulk of my Dominance Suit. While it felt liberating to reveal my authentic self to the universe after completing my first mission twenty years ago, there is something else I hold been hiding: I am a lesbian.

Why have I kept this a classified for so long? That’s hard for me to speak. The nature of my work forces me to silence. Working as mercenary, it’s far greater to let my arm-cannon do the talking. Plus, the way I chose to express myself tended towards the unorthodox. I wrote a book of poems entitled Morphing Inside My Varia Suit, which failed to find a publisher