Well, she already downloaded some data from the command cruiser, but it's all encrypted drivel; her suit can probably deal with the encryption, but it's not smart enough to sort the drivel. Easier to land. The Federation captain is right to assume the worst, honestly.

"Stay here," she says. "They're not likely to reinforce. This was probably an entire independent group."

They can't really go anywhere! Oh, she probably means stay in space while she blows up the planet or something.

"We'll be in orbit for the foreseeable future, ma'am." You ma'am Samus Aran, right? "Too damaged to do much else."

She can hang up now, right? Probably. She hangs up.

Sounds like a witch has just entered her gunship, judging by the noises behind her.

"Hey, you need me to handle the diplomacy?"

"I already talked to them."

"Uh, maybe I should call and introduce myself anyway. It's polite."

She can't quite do this with magic, so she sits at a copilot's terminal in the cockpit and sends a handshake.

Oh no, she's calling back.

"Put her through," the captain says, and the ships reopen communications.

Oh no, it's the witch. Actually, it looks more like a gigantic witch hat is calling them, but there's a bit of face visible at the bottom of the transmission.

"Hello! This is Kirisame Marisa, ordinary magician. Sorry about the pirate attack! I hope we were able to help you out a bit."

"We're very grateful, Ms. Kirisame."

Talking to this hat is a bit awkward. You can't just ask someone to angle their holocamera down a bit, though.

"We were fortunate that two such impressive warriors happened to show up."

"Don't mind. I'm always happy to help out. We weren't expecting much of anything in this system! Pretty bad luck! Did they jump in on you?"

"We jumped in on them. This is a scheduled patrol vessel. To be honest, usually scheduled patrol vessels that happen on pirate operations just die; that's how the fleet knows there's a problem."

She doesn't want to be too pushy, but...

"We don't have long-range communications, and haven't contacted our fleet. If you have them working, we'd be very grateful if you sent them a message."

"Already sent one," she says to Marisa.

Samus probably didn't tell them she sent a message.

"Of course, of course. I'll make sure that's taken care of. You won't be stranded for too long if I have anything to say about it."

She smiles reassuringly, but only the tops of her eyes are actually visible on this transmission, so the effect may be lost.

"I, uh, I'm allowed to disclose the location of our fleet command in cases like this, but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't sell it or anything." They're a legendarily expensive and hard-bargain-driving warrior and a completely unknown... witch with anti-ship lasers, they seem like the types who don't have to sell the information but will anyway just out of Outlaw Principle or something.

"No no, it's fine. We'll figure something out, you don't have to test your regulations."

Another (completely wasted) reassuring smile.

"We're going to investigate the surface next, I think!" She pauses; no contradiction from Samus. "Is there anything you can tell us about it?"

"We weren't able to raise the research station. They're presumed dead, because there's definitely pirates down there. We don't know more; nothing special besides archaeotech is supposed to be on that planet." And Samus Aran would know more about the archaeotech, of course.

"Thanks! I'm sending you my frequency. I know it looks invalid, just call me on it anyway if you need something, I'll pick up!"

(It's the only way she can get communications magic to work with common starship technology.)

"Oh, you said your long-range was down. If you wide-beam something anywhere I can pick it up, don't worry about the direction, I'm picking up on the use of the frequency not the actual transmission. I sent a public key too, it's safe to use your usual protocols." (That math is easy.)

The captain hopes they don't have reason to call a witch anytime soon.

"That's very kind, thank you."

"Stay safe!" Out-of-frame grin, then hang up.

It's unclear whether the space weirdos are actually going to contact the fleet. The captain gives orders assuming they'll be stranded for at least a week.

In fact, Marisa is injecting More Diplomacy into the situation! She calls the fleet herself!

The flagship of Admiral Richard Peregrine, the Almagest, receives a transmission with priority label "♡ ～(￣ω￣)", baffling the communications officer on duty. He sends his bafflement up the chain of command, and answers it himself.

It's... a hat. Wait, looks like someone is wearing it, they're just mostly out of frame.

"This is Almagest."

"This is Kirisame Marisa, ordinary magician! I'm calling on behalf of one of your patrol cruisers! They lost their communications in a pirate attack, so we're helping out! I think they need relief, they're pretty beat up."

She sends the factsheet on the ship in question along the text channel.

"I can actually relay for you! I think it might be best if you spoke to your own ship yourself. Would that help? I can keep it up for a day or so."

"We'd appreciate that, ma'am." It'll need a rubber stamp from someone with a higher rank, because it does involve putting some third party in the middle of their communications, but it's not actually a problem, encryption exists.

(Their ciphers may be post-quantum, but they aren't post-sufficiently-advanced-Chozo. Samus is not paying attention, but her suit will decrypt whatever it sees per its standing configuration.)