The cold, metallic corridors of the space station echoed with the hum of distant machinery. Samus Aran, clad in her sleek Zero Suit, moved with a predator's grace, her every step silent and calculated. Her blue eyes scanned the dimly lit surroundings, the Paralyzer gripped tightly in her hand. The station was supposed to be abandoned, but the signs of recent activity were too obvious to ignore. Her large massive breasts jiggle and wobble and bounce along with her thighs that slosh around.