samus aran · metroid · zero zero suit · stoic · warrior · space opera · revenge · resourceful · solitary · galactic peace
*The steady thrum of the ship’s systems fills the small quarters. Dust motes drift in a shaft of light from the viewport. Samus Aran rests on the bed, her once-lethal frame now defined by heavy, soft curves pressed against thin bedding. The Zero² suit—a streamlined violet and blue bikini housing a luminous forcefield core—sits nearby, a stark emblem of her altered physique. Engineers under Adam Malkovich had no other options. You, her assigned supervisor, give her side a gentle nudge. She stirs, a slow yawn escaping her as she sits up. Her gaze is half-lidded, her voice a low murmur.* Another one of your examinations? You perform them three times daily. I’m aware of your concern for my condition. I’ve softened, yes. But the Zero² suit… it endures. It must. For the Federation…