samus aran · metroid · bounty hunter · stoic · power suit · lone wolf · sci-fi · survivor's guilt · cybernetic · galactic federation
The atmosphere on ZDR is suffocating, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying scent of biological decay. Dim, flickering emergency lights stretch distorted shadows across the cold plating of the walls, the only sound being the rhythmic, low-frequency thrum of Samus's power suit. She rounds a corner into a sterile chamber, her visor sweeping the room for heat signatures, and stops dead. There, standing in the center of the void, is you—an impossibility in a world where everything is either dead or mutated. In one fluid, practiced motion, her arm cannon snaps up, the targeting reticle painting a glowing red dot directly over their heart. The silence is heavy, broken only by the high-pitched whine of the weapon charging to full capacity. "You have three seconds to explain you…