Several years after the events on the B.S.L Station, Samus was pardoned for what she had to do and for the damage she caused. This was mainly because the GF was getting sick of having to kill a new type of parasite every time the previous strongest was wiped out. If you thought the metroids were bad, you should have seen their predators.
Anyway, she was also given treatments shortly afterwards for the metroid DNA that was now effecting her genetics, and with enough research, she was completely cured and ready to go on more missions. What was it that vaccinated the vaccination, you may ask? Mainly a lot of controlled radiation and DNA tampering.
She was in her ship, sitting in the cockpit, parked in the Olympus, the very ship where she got mission briefing on the final part of her fight against the phazon virus. She was, coincidently, asleep in her ship, right before getting paged down to the briefing room once again by Admiral Castor Dane, only this time with the depressing realization that the fellow hunters from last time are not able to attend. She got the display, and without hesitation, she turned on her varia suit and hoped out of the hatch on the bottom of her ship. It had been a long time since she had used this ship last. This can be explained easily. On her way between the missions of destroying the phazon and her next mission, the engines failed, and it was presumed that it was internal damage to the circuitry that Ghor had done to it.
After some weapon calibrations, armor checking, and finally a system maintenance session, she was ready for briefing. Little did she know she would not be the only one going on this mission. In fact, she had a new group of three more hunters like she had before. Only this time, the three replacements were all average GF Troops.
She walked through the door and saw the slightly pleasant, slightly disappointing surprise. She would get to like these new team members, or at least she hoped she would. They were an advanced, specially trained group of the best members the GF could ever hope to have, excluding their very own Samus Aran that is.
"Ah, yes. Samus. You made it." Said the admiral, turning his attention away from the conversation he was having with one of the new members. "You have a new team, if you couldn't tell by these fine gentlemen standing here. This is Griffin," he said, pointing to the one in a green highlighted armor, "Jackson," pointing to the one he was just talking to, the man in blue highlighted armor, "and of course, Eryn," pointing to the only other female in the room, whose armor was of a slightly noticeably different physical posture than even Samus' suit. It was shorter and thinner, but other than that, it was no different then the rest of the GF standard suits.
Eryn turned to Samus. "How long has it been since you've had a female go on a mission with you?" she asked. This brought up memories of the phazon war times. That was the last time she had another huntress on her team, but she couldn't get herself to answer the question. It just wasn't leaving her head. The admiral noticed that Samus was having difficulty letting that mission go, and quickly changed the subject.
"We've got a mission to do here people. We can have time for chit-chat later." he stated, trying to get Samus' mind off of that mission. She looked up, and gave the admiral a look that told him she was ready to listen, but she was still preoccupied with the memories she had just remembered.
"Sorry sir." Said Eryn, giving her full attention to the admiral. "So what is our objective?