Sextroid:Prime

Low orbit around Planet Reivaux

She couldn’t get him out of his mind. She clawed at her own skin, tearing away at the pale flesh, the pain a welcome stimulant from the numbness that pervaded her mind. She bit her puffy pink lip, too hard, and drew blood. She tasted it and smiled.

As the water droplets cascaded down her perfectly toned athletic body, the bounty hunter knew what she had to do. To end it all. She knew it was a trap, and that they were waiting for her. But it didn’t matter to her. It didn’t matter anymore. She had to end it all.

Stepping out of the shower and drying herself off, she stood before her legendary suit. As she opened the cabinet and looked at the armor that had saved her life so many times, a look of determination crept across her gorgeous features. And at last, Samus Aran knew what she had to do. To end him, and to end it all.