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.
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.
The air on Planet ZDR tasted of rust and burnt ozone. Yuzu, a bio-mechanical scout unit no larger than a house cat, skittered across the condensation-dripping pipes of Cataris. Her chassis, a warm citrus orange, was a stark, cheerful insult to the grim, chozo-ghost-haunted caverns. yuzu metroid dread
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.
And somewhere in the darkness, a silent, cloaked figure—tall, blonde, and armored—watched from a ledge. Samus Aran allowed the faintest hint of a smile. She had never seen an E.M.M.I. defeated by a fruit-themed probe before. And something else was hunting
The sonar ping bounced off her metallic rind and ricocheted down a side tunnel. The E.M.M.I. hesitated. Its head snapped toward the false signal. The X-parasite, sensing the distraction, split into three smaller copies and scattered into the wall vents.
Its single, searching eye swept past her hiding spot. Yuzu’s logic core screamed a single command: Flee. sensing the distraction
The E.M.M.I. cornered her in a magma-chamber. The door behind her hissed shut. The red eye glowed. The face-plate opened.