SA-X Handshake

“Samus,” he said. “Always good to see you.”

Reggie, of course, knew that this was a futile gesture. He knew, of course, that a creature as evil and heinous as an X-Parasite would have no interest in shaking hands with a human. But that was part of the strategy, see. Feign ignorance. Feign friendship. And when the moment was right, the path would be open to crush his enemy.

Just as his enemy crushed his hand.

Reggie looked down. He could hardly believe it. His hand intertwined with Samus’s gauntlet. The cold steel sent shivers down his spine. He didn’t think he’d get this far.

The handshake, in Reggie’s opinion, was mankind’s most profound gesture. You could tell a lot about a person with how they approached the handshakes. A nice, firm handshake meant a mutual respect. Limp handshakes betrayed deference, fear, or in some cases, disrespect.

A crushing grip, however. That was the handshake of one who had no restraint, who knew not their own strength. Or, even worse, one who sought dominance. One who aimed to subjugate.

He looked up at Samus, his startled face reflected in her green helmet. She drew closer. As Reggie peered into her visor, he could see her face. It was the spitting image of Samus, with one small exception. Her eyes were completely white.

SA-X relinquished the grip with a vigorous whip of her arm. It was more like the was scoring a touchdown with his hand than shaking it.

“Well,” said Reggie. “It was good talking to you, Sa-Samus. I’m… gonna go talk to Bowser now, alright.”

- Ragnarust Round 3