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Darkness.
A figure moves through a dimly lit cavern, its form sheathed in a dully shining metal. Traces of glowing green light are thrown off the shape, showing distorted shadows. The crunch of metal boots on loose stone can be heard.
In its wake, a trail of lifeless carapaces. Dozens of bipedal insectoids lay along the path, dead. Some featuring still smoldering craters, others simply blown apart. The last thing that went through most of their minds was fear of the one they call the Hunter. For the rest, an energy round took its place.
The figure stops before a glowing crimson circular doorway. An arm raised, more of a weapon then an appendage, aimed at the portal. A click-chak echoes as the front of the weapon swiftly unfolds. With a hiss of exhaust and a loud report an object flies out riding a blue trail, then bursts against the door, breaking it open. The concussion blasts back down the tunnel, spooking the scavengers away from their meals.
As the hunter clad in metal steps through, the glowing visor-clad visage looks towards the large chamber. A short buzz of static emits from the figure, and an amplified voice bounces off the walls. "Ridley." A firm, calm woman's voice, a statement rather then a question.
Silence.
"Can you hear me?" The voice is more insistent now. Still nothing. "You might not remember me, let me refresh your memory!"
Her voice takes a bitter tone at the last remark. "It was a small colony, K-2L? Or have you killed so many others you've forgotten?"
She takes another step and continues. "They were defenseless settlers. You and your 'men' thought you killed all of them, didn't you? General Ridley, the butcher?"
The hunter lets off a quick burst of acrid yellow energy blasts into the dark. In a mocking tone she rages on. "Yes, the mighty Ridley. But he forgot one, one small child. What would his troops think if they knew he spared a defenseless little human girl?" A low deep growl starts building in the chamber.
"Guess what? That little girl? She grew up." One more step. "She's wiped out your base defenses, and your guards lay dead outside." She glares out from behind her visor at the dark.
"You killed my parents. My friends. You forgot me. But I did not forget YOU! Face me, now! For Rodney and Virginia Aran!"
The shadowy form of a dragon launches itself towards the hunter, Samus Aran, with a feral snarl, and she joins in battle, cannon blazing.