12 hours of intense fighting later. She didn't die, but she got close to it. When her ship ran out of missiles and chain gun ammo, she resorted to auto pilot and used up
every last super missile she had on available. When she needed more, she lured Desbrachians away from settled areas and power bombed them. When she still
needed more, she threw overturned tanks at them. Despite the searing pain in her ribs. When out of missiles, she took rocket launchers from soldiers and shot them at the monsters. When those ran out, she froze them with her ice beam and beat the freaks senseless with the launcher she happened to be holding. She helped coordinate airstrikes, and artillery bombardments from capital ships in orbit. 12 hours later and the most intense fight of her life was over.
It had been years since she got to use her gunship in a firefight. Seldom she summoned her ship to dispatch her foes. She preferred to taste their blood spilt by her
own hands, though today, it seemed she had little choice. Besides. Lives were on the line. Bloodlust mattered not. People mattered more than fun. And death was
definitely not fun.
She paid the Marines a wave goodbye, if it were not for them, she might have never won. They supplied her with all she needed. Their mortar strikes were
instrumental in holding the Desbrachians off while she reloaded. She jumped back into her ship and contacted Admiral Dane, who reported the destruction of Duron V's
engines.
"Have you heard from Commander Malkovich?"
"Negative. We're preparing a battalion to rescue him."
"No need Admiral. I'll get him."
"Aran, what are you thinking? You need rest and time to address your injuries. You'll kill yourself if yo-"
"I'll med myself on the way. Save the men for their families, Admiral. I don't have anyone to return to unlike them."
The Admiral laughed, "The galaxy does Aran. We'd rather have a person to pin that medal than a casket."
"Also, form a perimeter around the station. Make sure nothing gets off unless it's in my ship. Not back in an hour, blow the thing to dust."
"Roger Aran, I'll trust your expertise. Heh, as usual."
A while later, Samus neared Duron's control bridge. The last place Adam was before contact was lost. Karkit! her ribs were killing her.
This is exactly the reason I didn't want you to stay. As soon I finished the Desbrachians, I knew Hannibal would hostage. I don't care if you had to do it, I should …I could. She
sighed, Why can't I be two ruttin' places at once!