This is my very first fan fic. Yes I know that Samus' past is greatly different from what I've written. It was changed in order to fit the story. If you have any questions or any little arguments in the technical functionality of the suit, message me personally and I'll work it out with you.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and/or creatures in this story. I am merely a fan.

The red letters flashed on her visor, spelling out "Energy Low." She tried to use the energy in her reserve tanks, but a malfunction cut off her use of the stored energy. Smaller text was scrolling up her view, listing malfunctions with various components of her suit. Arm Cannon malfunction, Space Jump malfunction, Speed Booster malfunction; they continued to list technical problems with energy dispersal in her suit, resulting in movement failures in her arms and legs, and parts of her torso. Due to this, and the weakness of her worn out body, she was unable to move quickly. Samus could only manage to get in a crouching position. She couldn't run.

The computer in her suit informed her that it had found a way to reroute the energy in her reserve tanks to the auto-repair system so she could regain mobility. It had already started the process, but it wouldn't be quick enough. She watched as the monstrous claw of her ultimate enemy rose from the floor and stopped above her head, plunging down to crush her. Her vision was too blurry to see it clearly.

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Samus ran through the twisted pipes and forgotten wires of the alleyway near some abandoned building, chasing the bounty. This particular one was difficult to find, and, upon her arrival, had already started running. It wasn't hard for her to find out that he was trying to lose her through the jungle of unused utility connections. She could see him clearly through the thermal visor, his arms and legs stretching slightly as he jumped over pipes and maneuvered through thick wires. He might have had an advantage, being native to this environment, if Samus wasn't as experienced as she was.

The pipes seemed to be in some sort of pattern. She had already memorized it and started activating her speed booster. The familiar sense of speed came to her legs as she moved faster, before suddenly exploding into a burst of super sonic movement. She ducked and jumped as the pipes flew at her, the wires disintegrating as she passed through them. She saw the red figure in her visor get closer. Deactivating her thermal visor, she leapt at him and tackled him to the floor. She turned to land on her back to keep him from getting killed on impact. Sparks flew for a moment as she slowed down. The target was too shocked to struggle for a few seconds. He began to try and wriggle free as punches flew at the armored hunter. She heard the bones in his knuckles crack on impact. Quickly, she activated her wave beam and rammed it into his side, sending electrical shocks into his body, stunning him to unconsciousness.

Samus stood up and threw his limp body over her shoulder without any effort. She deactivated her arm cannon, the equipment dematerializing into the suit, revealing her armored right arm. She began jumping up, grabbing onto ledges in the sides of the surrounding buildings, quickly making her way up to the rooftops. The orange tinted ship was waiting for her, engines on, hovering lightly over the metal structure. Samus jumped onto the top of the ship and descended through the hatch, dropping the catch in the small cargo room in the back, his arms and legs restrained. After the doors closed and secured themselves, she reached up and deactivated the helmet, the equipment dematerializing as her cannon had.

She breathed in deeply and let it out in a sigh, feeling the cold air on her face as she undid her ponytail. Her mission was almost complete. It was almost boring. A simple retrieval. The heavy metal of her suit's boots clanged lightly on the ship's floor, the pilot's seat empty. As she sat down the terminals began lighting up, the controls coming up in various holo-screens. She sent a quick transmission to her current employer, Trent Vascal, telling him she was on her way, then she activated the autopilot, the ship quickly taking off from the planet, on a course to a nearby space station.

Samus reached up and deactivated the rest of her suit, the whole thing dematerializing into the data storage in her Zero Suit. The blue, skintight suit began to deactivate the somewhat weak energy shield it normally maintained, sensing it was in the pilot's seat of the ship. Samus breathed in deeply, feeling somewhat vulnerable for a moment.

The ship began the routine cryogenic stasis operation, sealing Samus within a shield and putting her in a brief sleep, reenergizing her body and healing any wounds she might have, which she didn't at the time. She tried to relax as she drifted into the forced sleep.

She dreamt of the Chozo. Her former teachers and pupils while she was being trained. The warrior's code was branded into her brain; she would never forget it. And she would never forget the most talented of the group. The only one who succeeded her. He was chosen to be in the high elite, as was Samus, only she had refused. He was sent on a mission to a planet that was a former Chozo colony that had been taken by a hostile race, where he and the entire elite disappeared. The mission had been one of peace, not war. They were all presumed dead, but Samus always had a feeling that he was alive somewhere, waiting for some signal to reveal himself.

"Cryogenics shut down complete. Suit diagnostic, underway."

Waking up to not see the HUD display always shocked Samus mildly.

"Diagnostic complete. Activating Varia Suit."

The Chozo armor suit materialized around her, completely active and ready for anything.

"Status on prisoner." Her voice was filtered through the helmet and scrambled. The only technology capable of descrambling her voice and interpreting it for recognition was in the ship's control terminals.

"Subject remains unconscious."

Good. He wouldn't be awake to struggle. Samus got up and retrieved him, holding him with her left arm. She exited the ship from the top hatch and quickly made her way through the docking bay of the space station. Various ships of different origins were docked, all of them locked in security fields. The door to her destination was open, two thugs waiting on the outside, energy rifles armed and active. As she approached them they stiffened, hands squeezing the handles of their rifles tightly. She smirked behind the visor, almost praying for a tiny battle. She was being arrogant. She stopped smirking and continued past the thugs, almost towering over them in her suit.

Trent Vascal was sitting at the long table in the room. The place was over-decorated with rugs and chandeliers, comfy furniture toward the back of the room for casual company. The man looked smug. Samus dropped the bounty on the floor roughly, drawing a grunt of pain from him. He was starting to awake.

"Good work, Samus. I transferred your payment to the account. You've earned it."

"Make sure this scum gets what he deserves. I don't care about your personal vendettas against him. Just make him pay for his crimes against society." Her voice was a garbled computer's voice to him. Her identity would be secret from him. He only chuckled.

"Don't worry. He'll pay twice over for all he's done."

Samus nodded, satisfied with that. She turned and left the room, passing the thugs. They charged their weapons before she got too far and started firing on her. She dodged the shots fluidly and returned fire, easily killing both of them with accurate shots of her power beam. Their lack of armor meant quick death. The doors sealed off, red lights popping up in the bay, sirens going off. She cursed in her helmet and watched as more security guards started coming in. It seemed that they were trying to collect the bounty on her.

She got angry. Very angry.

She began yelling through the voice filter, her fury easily heard, even through the computerized voice. A few of them hesitated as they began aiming their weapons at her. She began to quickly shoot them all down with a mixture of plasma beam shots, and missiles. The survivors tried to take cover as the barrage continued to rain on them. Samus screamed and roared in fury, the computer's scramble adding an eerie effect to the noise. The psychological effect was staggering on these people. Some of them froze completely. After she cleared the room of all life, she noticed that the radar on her HUD was being scrambled. Before she could react, the sound of a charging rifle made itself apparent behind her helmet. Knowing the range and power of the weapon, she held her arms up in surrender.

"That was quite a show. I'm impressed." Her former employer walked out of the room he was just in, that smugness more present on him than before.

"Glad to entertain you," Samus said blandly. He chuckled and stopped in front of her, trying to see past the visor.

"I've always wondered if you were human or not. That show of fury you gave me has convinced me that you are human. No simulation matches that kind of anger." He chuckled smugly again. Her right hand twitched slightly within the cannon, plasma beam still active.

"Your technology is very interesting; far more advanced than any form of federation technology. I wonder where you have gotten it…" He trailed off, pacing slightly, his back to her. "I haven't seen technology that advanced since my first and only encounter with the Chozo." Samus' eyes widened slightly. "Of course, not living Chozo. I doubt any of them even exist any more. But they are spread around the galaxy in ruins. Maybe you just happened to find enough working equipment to make a suit.

"Or maybe you have encountered living Chozo." He faced Samus and quickly walked up to her. "Maybe you were given that suit from living Chozo, and even conversed with them. Maybe the secrets to their society is somewhere within that suit." He stared over the fine lines of the armored suit, the expression on his face almost hungry. He looked into the green visor.

"Where did you get this suit?" Samus stayed silent. "What is the Chozo society like?" she continued her silence. He punched the armored chest piece in frustration, yelling out as he recoiled. She held in her laughter.

"Fine. We'll just tear that suit off of you and find out ourselves." Two people grabbed her arms and locked them together with binding energy cuffs.

"You're all going to die," her computerized voice said. She could feel the fear of the people behind her as they hauled her away.