Metroid- Zero Mission -

A massive, dragon-like ship descended. Ridley. The cunning god of the Space Pirates. He hadn't been in his lair. He’d been waiting.

She rained missiles into the glass. It cracked, then shattered. The Mother Brain’s eye snapped open—ancient, hateful, and terrifyingly alive. It fired a hyper beam that melted through her shields like paper. Pain. White-hot, blinding pain. She felt ribs crack. Her suit’s warning systems screamed. She fell to one knee.

When she woke, her power suit was gone. Dead. Offline. She was wearing only the blue Zero Suit—a second skin of flexible alloy and regret. Metroid- Zero Mission

Her suit powered up with a familiar hum, the orange and red visor reflecting the desolate landscape. She dropped from the ship like a meteor, landing in the caverns of Brinstar with a seismic thud. Immediately, the sensors picked up movement. Zoomers. Geemers. The small fry of this haunted world. They skittered away from her as she curled into a morph ball, rolling through a narrow vent that no human should have been able to fit through.

No cannon. No missiles. No shields.

Samus stood on the cliff’s edge as the Federation’s distress signal blinked on her new suit’s HUD. They were coming to clean up. She didn’t need a ride.

Samus just called it Thursday.

She punched the engines and broke atmo.

The air on Zebes tasted of rust and ancient ozone. Samus Aran’s gunship cut through the amber sky, a sleek predator returning to a nest it had already burned once. Below, the Space Pirates’ stronghold festered like a wound in the planet’s crust. Her mission was simple. It was always simple: infiltrate, destroy the mother brain, and leave. A massive, dragon-like ship descended