Fire crackled and smoke hazed from the many colony buildings of 8W-2. Men, women, and children
screamed in terror as Space Pirates raided their once peaceful homes. Those who attempted to
save what they have built were ended swiftly without a tickle of mercy. While crab-like monstrosities
pillaged the homes and streets like a banquet of rubble and gore, the winged Lord crawled on all fours,
hissing out a steam of white hot fire upon the waste of human life around them.
Thanks to the smoke-blotted air above the meek mining colony, none of the heartless raiders could see
the orange ship soar down from the infinite space and into a place to deploy the pilot.
Samus left her ship to witness another catastrophe done to a bundle of innocent colony people. With
her arm cannon ready, Samus used her suit to sprint abnormally fast for any human being, all the way
into the heat of battle.
What was at first a grim celebration amongst the space pirates quickly became a run for their rations as
the destroyer of Zebes lunged in to crash the party. As a side effect of Samus's efforts, green blood
matted over the stains of red human blood that had been splattered there previously.
These space pirates may have been the same from Zebes, but Samus noticed that these ones behaved
far more different than last she had encountered them. Without their fortresses and prime access to
advanced arsenals, they were but scavengers driven by desperation. Pride cometh, after all, before the
fall.
When the screams of dying Pirates faded from the ears of Samus Aran, a higher pitched, human scream
cut into her eardrum. With absurd speed, the orange warrior jolted towards the sound of the scream to
witness a mirror to the past.
A ferocious dragon zeroed in on what it may have considered a humorous gesture. A mother stood
between the Space Pirate lord and her own little son. A mother willing to sacrifice herself so her child
may live another day. The narrow snouted monster chuckled before rising up on its forelegs, ready to
let out a gust of hellfire onto damned souls.
The warrior raised in the chozo arts intervened, commencing another clash between the unbeaten
knight and the heartless phoenix.