Samus fought the call of darkness: the false promise that everything would be fine if she just closed her eyes. It was something she'd accustomed to resisting from years of experience dealing with it. Sadly, she found it much harder this time; she just fought most of a war –and not just duration, but work- she wasn't in any condition to fight.
As she came out of the clouds of the sky -and into the clouds of pollution- she found herself already in the middle of a chaotic war-zone; fighter-class ships swarmed the air, bullets and lasers filling the space between them. She accelerated out of the way of a barrage of bombs aimed at an anti air gun positioned awkwardly atop a tower.
She noticed a trail of angelic like blue specs drifting in a line. Her eyes widened in terror as she realized what it was. "Shit! Hell-Fire Laser!" she muttered cursing her damned luck. Slamming down on her speed controls, she increased acceleration past their normal limit. Behind her, the falling cobalt specs had begun aligning into a thread sized line of ice-blue colored light. Samus switched her power from the cryo/escape pod to her barely functional rearview camera. The icy blue beam slowly changed from a seemingly motionless thread to an even smaller vibrating, fiery red, erratic shaft of light that resembled that of a sound wave. "Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit!" Samus screamed as the line of fire erupted outward much faster than she had anticipated. It began engulfing everything in its exponentially-expanding radius in a torrent of brilliant cylindrical inferno.
As the red and orange tinted conflagration sped up, an electric glimmer of amethyst revealed a small, sleek, teardrop-shaped ship with its point facing forward. It appeared absurdly aerodynamic, and had a shiny black exterior with the slightest tint of dark cobalt. There were two rectangular protrusions at the top pointing backward with a faintly visible fin between them, and about halfway between the bottom and midsection on either side was a wing that extended backward –oddly taller than they were wide.
The shuttle sped up, passing Samus in the process. Oh, so now you want to stop stalking me? She thought to herself jokingly. She tried to carefully push her engines as far past their projected limit as she could, hoping that she didn't blow them out, or –God forbid- push them past their kill level: where they would simply hit critical point and explode; she wouldn't normally push her engines nearly this far over the intended limit, but the red wall of golden fire kept gaining on her, so she ignored their protesting squeals and groans, and pushed them even harder.
Adrenaline lightly tainted Samus's veins as her heart and ship raced in unison; desperate to set over the horizon before the artificial sun. She struggled to keep the ship straight as she could control so as to not lose any more ground than necessary. "Come on, just a little faster" she pleaded at her ship. Apparently her ship wasn't listening, because just then, a red warning sign with the words 'low energy' flashed across the screen. "Damn it!" she exclaimed, panic grasping the edges of her mind.
She chanced a glance at the landscape below her; the mars-red planet was covered with similarly rust and clay colored buildings made of an evil looking metal looming intimidatingly on the surface. The buildings were tall, tightly packed, and –at least to Samus- looked reminiscent of gargantuan torture weapons.
Her engines made a shrill popping noise that instantaneously transformed into a gruff scraping hum as she pushed them harder. She started to lose her confident sanguinity as this new raspy sound grew louder. Providentially, a lethargic and defeated glance at her rearview revealed the crimson was slowly starting to fade, and the wall wasn't gaining ground on her as fast as it was previously.
She had a chance.
She looked at the ground again and hesitated. "-Here goes nothing-" Samus dove toward the cityscape. Well, maybe not so much dove as plummeted when she transferred energy from the set of engines that kept her in the air -to the set of engines that pushed her away from the red giant that was eating a crater in the polis-planet. She transferred the energy to her other engines slowly, carefully nudging them faster. Suddenly a loud bang from the engines was followed by smoke blocking the rear camera view -and much swearing from Samus.
The wall though slowing in speed, kept expanding outward, and, due to problems with Samus's ship, began leveling pace with bounty hunter as she began to descend into the structure filled landscape. Having to weave between buildings and evading falling debris took more focus and exertion than she could spare, as the permutation of her blood loss, a broken left leg, ship tribulations, and a city falling on top of her, seemed to have an extraordinarily-anomalous effect on her ability to stay conscious. Her vision began to blur and distort, and she felt exceedingly light headed. She knew if her cataleptic state was to progress… -well she'd be screwed, no two ways about it.
As it became a struggle not to squint, Samus began panicking; belligerently fighting to retain what she could of her consciousness. Her eyes shot from one way to another to another, searching for a solution to her troubling predicament. Her eyes fell upon a piece of jagged metal protruding from the covering of her weapon's control panel. Desperate, she yanked it out of from where it was where it was nestled in a section her piloting apparatus with the last of bits of strength her body would give her. She vacillated for a moment, said: "hope I don't get tetanus", and shoved the serrated shank into her right calf.