Her eyes opened to a dark room. Familiar but absent of sound or light.
"No alarms. No signs of intrusion."
She slowly rose out of her bed, feet touching cold metal and blinking eyes straining to adjust. Her hand carefully searched for a flashlight that usually sat near her bed on the nightstand. She thumbed its switch yet nothing happened.
"Dead battery?"
Her steps forward were cautious since she had most likely been caught in a trap. The door to her room was open but the control panel beside it was dead like the rest of the lights or displays. Samus gripped her pistol tightly, checked the charge. Nothing.
"Everything is completely dead."
The idea was worrying to say the least but if she could retrieve her suit than she would have protection and maybe she could better explore the situation.
From the nightstand she took a few glow sticks and a combat knife before leaving the room.
The hall was as dead as the bedroom. She continued past the blank panels and made her way to the armory, hoping that her suit was functional.
"Maybe the ship was damaged?"
But then why wasn't her gun working?
"No, maybe an EMP?"
She had installed various defences and failsafes for such an attack but none of that seemed to help. All of the doors were open as per another failsafe intended to prevent rooms being sealed if there was no power to their controls and not even a single emergency light was functioning. Peering into the room her heart sank, her suit was in pieces. She had forgotten she had set the armory to conduct a full maintenance routine which resulted in the suit being disassembled for all possible repairs. Some pieces were still sealed in the repair units; the mechanized arms holding armor plating, removing or inserting various odds and ends. Some were in a quarantine section being scanned for any minute traces of unsavoury guests. Her arm cannon had been completely broken down and one major component of it, as far as Samus could actually see, wasn't in the immediate area and was most likely in another very unreachable place.
It was obvious now that the situation was far more problematic than previously believed. Even if she could get every piece of her suit together she wouldn't have to tools to efficiently rebuild it. It was now reasonable to assume she would not have access to any electronics aboard her gunship and anything not protected by the same failsafe as the doors would remain sealed. She scanned the room looking for anything useful.
She had an old gun powder rifle but forgot to ever look for ammo for it. Admittedly it was bought as more of a display piece because of its age but she still wanted to feel how ancient rifles handled so that was out of the question. She had a few bladed weapons but most of them were gifts, trophies or other such things of more decorative natures. There were probably a few that were combat capable but she had not bothered to practise with any of them. There were a couple of situational items; grenades, flash bangs, napalm canisters and some missiles she used in her arm cannon. None of these would be particularly safe or useful outside of their intended situations as well as the fact that she had to extra defensive measures.
It was obvious that she had little in the way of real firepower or defense outside of her power armour but this wasn't enough to hurt her unflinching will. She had been in countless god forsaken places and situations. Hope hadn't been lost yet.
With nothing more but some old combat fatigues, boots, her knife and a spear that was at the very least not likely to snap like spaghetti when faced with a challenge; she made her way to an emergency exit hatch at the bottom of the ship, a very small but manually accessible bulkhead, to try and see where she had ended up and possibly find a solution to the problem at hand.
There was soil beneath the silent craft. From inside she could see sunlight and grass, listening for signs of movement or talking or anything. The hatch hadn't opened silently and she wouldn't pop right out without waiting for signs of danger. Nothing.
She dropped the spear down and heard nothing but it's metal clunking hitting the ground. Satisfied she finally jumped down and saw a heavily forested place. There was an occasional 'bird call' far off in the distance as well as the buzz of alien insects. The sky bore a faintly visible white ring against the purple-blue dotted with small white clouds. She had more expected a pirate hangar bay filled with guns and soldiers so this was far more of a pleasant surprise all things considered.
Samus planted the spear into the dirt and walked a circle around the ship to take note of the area. She looked up at the trees and saw no damage and to the ground with the same result. The ship itself was also undamaged, no traces of weapon fire or other possible exterior tampering. The ground was also fine with no skid marks of a potential crash and grinding halt. It was as if the ship simply landed and died. There had also been no alarm during her sleep and she had no immediate way to even be sure of how long the ship had been in its state. All she had was whatever non electronics she owned and it occurred to her that this event may not have been a trap. She mulled over it.
"Pirates wouldn't have left the ship on its own. They would have chased after it or at least placed guards nearby."
Mechanical failure was always possible.
"Never seen a ship just die like this. Not without some kind of damage."
She rubbed her eyes while leaning against the hull. With no obvious threat or objective, the tired woman thought of immediate necessities. Her ship was always pinging to Federation vessels and stations, and it had gotten her out of trouble a few times in the past. Rescue was always on the way, just takes some time. For now she was on the subject of how best to wait it out. Obviously she would keep trying to find evidence of sabotage or traps while she attempted repairs on her ship but first she needed food and water to be readily available.