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.
No cannon. No missiles. No shields.
This was the longest hour of her life.
Silence.
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. Metroid- Zero Mission
She had lost everything on this mission. Her old suit. Her old ship. Her old limits.
She looked up.
Alarms blared. “Self-destruct sequence initiated.”