Walk light he said, and Motoko rolled her eyes. She weighed as much as a small car, it was a pain and a half to have to put so much effort into every step. Oh well, these military-grade limbs weren't for nothing.

Of course, just as she decided that, a warning indicator flashed up from her nutrient monitoring systems. She shut off her oxygen-transfer and switched to what little she had stored. It's enough to last a few minutes, it wasn't as if she had to feed a whole body of tissues after all.

"Aran!" She snapped, drawing a poisoned breath that never touched her filter-lines. Motoko could hit anything inside the visible range, but bullets were small, and she'd seen the burning, melting damage that canon on Samus' arm could do, "Hit the nozzle!"