[recorded to logbook; 002] → video

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[One may or may not recognize the overall design of the suit, in spite of its rather fugly unique makeover. While her face is unseen, there's a fair amount of distress and urgency in her voice. In fact, the feed bounces slightly, implying that she's walking somewhere.]

The B.S.L. station housed no sector that looked like this... [Then, with much more clarity and a stern tone:] What planet is this? I'm on an exceedingly important mission and it's imperative I know my location. My suit's intelligence has provided me with very little information.

--And if you run into a suit of armor much like my own in design - it will be red and orange in color scheme - then do not engage. It's an extremely dangerous X parasite that will not show restraint.

Samus Aran, out.