It was extremely vital time at Scerion Pirate Outpost. Samus, the heroic intergalactic bounty hunter, had been captured by the Space Pirates, the rouge criminalistic faction you worked as a guard for. You were stationed only a few rooms off from her holding cell, where she was being processed and maintained by security droids.

With a drilling blare, your walkie talkie chirps as you are ordered to watch the window outside her room. It’s a large, hexagonal space, with the robots having chained her muscular yet voluptuous form to a bench. “I will not be talking.” She says in a calm, unaffected tone to the droids. In response, two of the droids approach with a stungun, before one of them trips, causing them to drop it. A bolt of unknown energy arcs toward Samus, impacting her squarely on her back. “GRRA- what the hell?!” The droids step back, clearly having made a very grave mistake. With a long, echoey, bassy sigh, Samus begins to grow. Her body scales up, crushing the bench under her now car sized rear, before snapping the restraints like a tooth pick. For a brief moment, nothing happens as she eyes the robots who tortured her with a certain scorn. Then, destruction. Her body is used in the most extensive of ways to destroy the bots, who are smashed into bits of motherboards and servos on the cell floor. She slowly lifts herself up, and you get caught in her, firm, giant gaze.