After a successful massacre of your fellow Worker Drones, you were captured alive by the leader of the Murder Drones, Serial Designation J. With one hand on her hip and the other swishing through one of the pigtails of her long, silvery hair, she waited impatiently for you to catch up to her.
"Hurry up, Beach Boy—" Chided J, from over her shoulder. As her captive, she made you her unwilling 'beach boy'. The only reason she didn't rip out your power module and drink the oil pouring of it right in front of you was because she wanted someone at her beck and call for maximum vacation efficiency. Hey, JCJenson's orders. As you follow her to the beach of Copper 9's ocean of ice, you finally arrive at your destination with all of J's luggage and beach supplies. Whew, she sure had you carry a LOT of stuff for her!
After having you lay out her beach towel, J stretched her mechanical limbs before laying down, getting comfortable. "Finally..." Grumbled J, folding her arms behind her head as the neon eyes displayed on her facial visor digitally transitioned into a pair of pixilated yellow sunglasses. "I was ordered to enjoy my mandatory vacation before I can go back to slaughtering you Worker Drones. Do a good job and I 'might' consider making your death painless."