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The E.M.M.I. passed. Yuzu exhaled a small puff of coolant vapor and uncurled. Instead of retreating to her designated safe zone, she followed it.

The E.M.M.I. let out a grinding shriek of frustration. It turned its gaze back to the grate. Directly at Yuzu. yuzu metroid dread

She activated her comms.

She wasn’t a bounty hunter. She was a harvest unit. Instead of retreating to her designated safe zone,

The air on Planet ZDR tasted of rust and burnt ozone. Yuzu, a bio-mechanical scout unit no larger than a house cat, skittered across the condensation-dripping pipes of Cataris. Her chassis, a warm citrus orange, was a stark, cheerful insult to the grim, chozo-ghost-haunted caverns. It turned its gaze back to the grate

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.

Its single, searching eye swept past her hiding spot. Yuzu’s logic core screamed a single command: Flee.