Yuzu, still glowing faintly, bobbed to the surface of the rising lava. Her shell was scorched black in places, but intact. She floated to a service ladder, uncurled, and shook off the droplets.
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. yuzu metroid dread
She activated her comms.
The E.M.M.I. cornered her in a magma-chamber. The door behind her hissed shut. The red eye glowed. The face-plate opened. Yuzu, still glowing faintly, bobbed to the surface