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This was the longest hour of her life.

Alarms blared. “Self-destruct sequence initiated.”

Her worst fear, floating toward her with malevolent patience. She pumped ice beam after ice beam into the first one, shattering its membrane with a missile. The second, third, and fourth were harder. They were faster. Smarter. By the sixth, she was relying on raw instinct, backflipping over their lunge attacks, her energy tank ticking down to critical.

Samus ran. She sprinted through Tourian, her legs burning, her suit sparking. She burst out of the complex just as the world turned white behind her. Her gunship was waiting on a plateau. Metroid- Zero Mission

But the Pirates had an answer for her power creep.

She had lost everything on this mission. Her old suit. Her old ship. Her old limits.

The first few hours were a dance of memory and adaptation. She found the old missile tanks, the energy reserves she’d marked on her first visit. But something was different. The Pirates had learned. New barriers hummed with violet energy—force fields keyed to specific biological signatures. They’d scattered Chozo artifacts throughout the labyrinth, forcing her to hunt. This was the longest hour of her life

She looked up.

She rose. With the last missile in her arm cannon, she fired. The Mother Brain exploded in a cascade of fluid and circuitry. The facility began to collapse.

She moved deeper. Brinstar’s lush, bioluminescent jungle gave way to the molten arteries of Norfair. Heat shimmered off her shields as she grappled over rivers of lava, freezing flying enemies mid-air with a precise blast of her ice beam, then shattering them as stepping stones. She wasn’t just fighting Pirates anymore. She was fighting the planet itself. She pumped ice beam after ice beam into

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.

She staggered into the Mother Brain’s chamber.

She punched the engines and broke atmo.

The fight was short. Brutal. Samus didn’t dance. She tackled him mid-flight, riding him into the side of a cliff, firing a relentless stream of plasma into his open mouth. He screeched, tried to flee, but she grappled his tail and pulled him back. One final, charged shot pierced his brain stem.