Yuzu Metroid Dread «Deluxe»

Sparks erupted. The emergency coolant system failed. Superheated plasma began to flood the room.

But Yuzu was not Samus Aran. She had no arm cannon. No morph ball. No hyper beam. What she had was a perfectly spherical body, a high-frequency sonar pulse, and a genetic coding error that made her pathologically curious. yuzu metroid dread

She looked at the melted E.M.M.I., then at the faint, distant blip on her scanner marking the X-parasite’s new hiding spot. Sparks erupted

She wasn’t a bounty hunter. She was a harvest unit. But Yuzu was not Samus Aran

Yuzu’s audio sensors picked up the squelch-thump, squelch-thump of heavy, artificial footsteps. She pressed her dorsal fin against a superheated vent, her thermal signature blending with the steam. Through the haze, she saw it: a crimson, mechanical horror. An E.M.M.I.

The E.M.M.I.’s optical sensors overloaded. Its targeting systems scrambled. The needle struck Yuzu’s shell at an odd angle, glanced off, and embedded itself into the magma-chamber’s control panel.

The E.M.M.I. cornered her in a magma-chamber. The door behind her hissed shut. The red eye glowed. The face-plate opened.