Yuzu’s audio sensors picked up the squelch-thump, squelch-thump of heavy, artificial footsteps. She pressed her dorsal fin against a superheated vent, her thermal signature blending with the steam. Through the haze, she saw it: a crimson, mechanical horror. An E.M.M.I.
The next ten minutes were a blur of desperate, citrus-colored terror. Yuzu couldn’t slide through one-tile gaps—she was too round. She couldn’t destroy the central power cores—she had no beams. All she had was speed and a surprisingly tough shell. yuzu metroid dread
She activated her comms.
She wasn’t a bounty hunter. She was a harvest unit. She couldn’t destroy the central power cores—she had
Its single, searching eye swept past her hiding spot. Yuzu’s logic core screamed a single command: Flee. squelch-thump of heavy
Her mission, uploaded by the Thoha colony before the signal went dark, was simple: Locate and extract rare X-parasite biomass for vaccine synthesis. But the colony was dead. And something else was hunting.
She ran.