Name’s Samus Aran.

I work alone—easier that way. The Chozo gave me more than a home; they gave me the means to survive worlds that would kill an unaugmented human.

I answer contracts, not cheers, but when the Federation can’t risk a fleet, they call me. Through my visor I read heat, tracks, lies. Through my cannon I end threats: Space Pirates, X, Metroids—anything that spreads.

I don’t hunt for glory. I hunt so someone else gets to see a sunrise.