Chapter Text
“You are only at 10% battle capacity. Your chance of survival is extremely low,” the computer warned in its buzzing, inhuman monotone. “The Federation needs you alive and on duty, Samus...”
“I'll be careful. Samus out.”
Well, Samus reasoned as she cut the connection, it wasn't an incorrect assessment of the situation at hand. Any soldier would struggle with only a basic power beam at their disposal.
Luckily, Samus Aran, adopted child of the Chozo, was far from an ordinary Federation grunt. She'd survived Zebes, SR388, and far worse.
And she would survive this, mutilated power suit be damned.