Yuzu Metroid Dread Page

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

She watched from a drainage grate as the E.M.M.I. cornered a lone, panicked X-parasite—a blob of malignant red. The E.M.M.I.’s face-plate split open, revealing a needle-like proboscis. But just before it struck, Yuzu let out a single, high-pitched ting . yuzu metroid dread

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. Directly at Yuzu

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

She activated her comms.

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., its face-plate now fused open by the short-circuit, tried to retreat. But its legs were slow, confused. The plasma reached it, and the crimson chassis turned white, then red, then slumped into a molten puddle.