Oblivion. But Samus stirs, and is soon waking. It's dark. Too dark. Samus blinks, as if this would bring back any light. "What? Handcuffs? And my suit! Astro-Criminals took it!"
Aran waits for an hour, until finally a Criminal walks in, saying "Samus Aran, show us how to work this Varia Suit right now, or I'll kill you!"
"Ha, is that Chozo suit too much for you?" Samus taunts.
"You know... you can go, if you just show us."
"Just stop trying. I'm not going to talk."
Samus' captor is angry now, and walks back out to discuss with his companions what to do.
"So, I'm okay for now," Samus thinks, "I'm still worth my information."
Now, 5 Astro-Criminals march in. "Show us how to turn on your suit, human!"
"I'll show you how it works. How my arm cannon will blow your puny brains out!" Lunging forward, two angry Criminals start punching and kicking Samus, quickly tiring, and stopping. Four storm out, furious at this stubborn girl. "This is my opportunity!" Samus thinks. "What th--" that last Astro-Criminal starts to say, but a swinging foot trips him, laying him flat. "Ha, out cold."
Our star savior finds an unlocking apparatus, to undo that pair of handcuffs. Constraints can't hold Samus Aran!
"Now I should go find my Varia Suit. Astro-Criminals won't find out how to work it, so I'll just go snag it back." A small chip in Samus' wrist brings up a holographic display, showing a bright dot. "Okay, my suit is at that location."
Aran runs out, flying past four Astro-Criminals, and through a hall, ducking into an adjoining corridor, blowing past a hospital room, and stopping in an important-looking laboratory. Ah-hah! That's it! Samus shouts, "I want my suit back, you slimy scum!" Six Criminals crowding around it turn around now. "Samus?! How did you-- Stop that human! Don't allow it to run away!" But, with all Astro-Criminals focusing on Aran, a particular Varia Suit is now up for grabs. Jumping into it and locking its top part back on, Samus starts annihilating all living things in that room until all is still. No survivors. "What a rush! This is what you Astro-Criminals must want, huh? Trying to bring down SAMUS? I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Aran is raging now, but soon thinking, "I should stay calm. Constraint. Not stupid angry outbursts." An important mission is still at hand.
Running back out into a long hall, Samus finds out it's that volcanic laboratory. "Ha! Thanks, Astro-Criminals, for saving yours truly a long walk!" Aran murmurs, looking for anything suspicious. A gigantic door fifty yards away looks important. Samus walks to it and hits a button to unlatch it. This room has thousands of giant Martoids sitting in tanks. So many, in just this room! And such an unnaturally big mass! "No... How can... This isn't possib--".
A draconic roar: "Isn't it?"
"Who said that?"
"It was I, Biological Unit R1-DL-3Y, or just '3Y' for short. I'm not who you think I am, just his variation. A copy, if you will. I'm just a small part of an army of dragons, and Astro-Criminals will soon grow thousands! You saw my sibling in R1, right?"
"How many dragons will Astro-Criminals go through?" Samus thinks, looking for this flying villain. A quick painful blow hits Aran's back. Up? No, nothing. Right? No. Motion! A small bit of light fluctuating. Cloaking? On a dragon?
"What's wrong, Samus Aran? Having difficulty finding a thirty-foot-long dragon? Ha."
"You can try cloaking, but my visor has warmth-finding capability!" Aran shouts, activating it. But this room is so hot from volcanic warmth, that it just shows up as a bright, visor-filling light.
"Ha, ha, ha" laughs 3Y, knowing Samus' limitations. "Now to finish you!"
"No, 3Y, I know how to spot you. You didn't go to that Luminoth world, did you? You don't know about this visor I found!" Samus says, turning on a sound visor. Now, anything making sound is lit up as bright as day! Aran can now watch 3Y's individual wing flaps, giving away his position.
3Y swoops. Samus shoots. RPGs slam into his body, blowing chunks of dragon skin off. His dying mass lands on and knocks down Aran. "Ungh," Samus groans, tossing 3Y's body off.
"How many dragons will I run into? I can't do this too much, my suit is hurting again!" Samus says to nobody in particular. "I should try blowing this lab sky-high, to finish off this army of Martoids and dragons. Such a big army could kill us all."
Samus walks back into that long corridor and starts looking for a command room.