Hazmat Protocols [Tida, Nexus]
*Samus makes her way through the Nexus, wheeling a handcart on which rests a gleaming metal-and-ceramic cylinder. Roughly the size of a fifty-five gallon drum, it emits the quiet hum residents of Earth might associate with a high voltage power line. She glances often at a set of readouts and controls inset into the cylinder's top, her gaze otherwise turning this way and that in search of the cleric from a few days before.*