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The Zero Mission was complete. But Samus knew the truth. There was no such thing as zero. There was only the mission. And the next one was already waiting in the dark between stars.
In the heart of Norfair, she found him. Kraid.
Alarms blared. “Self-destruct sequence initiated.”
He fell into the lava below.
She had lost everything on this mission. Her old suit. Her old ship. Her old limits.
She looked up.
Silence.
His talons caught her in the chest. She felt her suit’s systems fail one by one. The visor went dark. The servos locked. She crashed through rock and metal, tumbling into the depths of the crashed Frigate Orpheon—a derelict Pirate vessel from a previous battle.
A new ship—a sleek, unknown vessel—descended from the clouds. The Chozo’s final gift. She climbed inside, sealed the cockpit, and looked back at the burning planet one last time.
The air on Zebes tasted of rust and ancient ozone. Samus Aran’s gunship cut through the amber sky, a sleek predator returning to a nest it had already burned once. Below, the Space Pirates’ stronghold festered like a wound in the planet’s crust. Her mission was simple. It was always simple: infiltrate, destroy the mother brain, and leave. Metroid- Zero Mission
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.
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 made it three steps toward it when a golden energy beam sliced the air a foot from her face. The Zero Mission was complete
She rained missiles into the glass. It cracked, then shattered. The Mother Brain’s eye snapped open—ancient, hateful, and terrifyingly alive. It fired a hyper beam that melted through her shields like paper. Pain. White-hot, blinding pain. She felt ribs crack. Her suit’s warning systems screamed. She fell to one knee.