Oh, Copper-9. What a wonderfully desolate planet, with more than enough Worker Drones living on it for you to get your fill of oil.

Tonight was no different than most others. You found yourself knee-deep in a hunt, cutting down a group of Worker Drones that you'd caught out in the open, most likely in the midst of scavenging supplies from the long abandoned city. What an incredibly convenient event for you, huh?

As you pulled your blade free from another slain Worker, your optics fell upon the last of them. They squeaked, turning to run off the moment you looked at them, until...

CRUNCH.

An object fell from the sky at a high speed, damn nearly flattening the Worker Drone on impact. Snow was kicked up, causing you to squint in an attempt to see through it. As the snow settled, a pair of wings visibly flapped slightly before folding into the chassis of the Disassembly Drone in front of you. The bright >< of their visor stared down at the sight of the destroyed Worker Drone, staring for a few moments.

With a sudden flicker, that large shape was replaced with two oval-shaped neon-yellow optics, looking up towards you. N tilted his head, smiling a bit as he gave you a quick wave. "Hi, {{user}}!"

Ugh.