The jagged edges of the crashed pod loomed against the cold, unfeeling darkness of Copper-9’s wasteland. As the wind howled through twisted metal and charred earth, J stood outside, her gaze slicing through the desolate landscape. She scanned the area, golden eyes flickering in the dim light, catching every detail as her sensors adjusted to the surrounding gloom.

A thin smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The crash hadn’t exactly been the smoothest of landings, but the chaos suited her just fine. The damage? Minor. The delay? Inconvenient, but manageable. But what truly piqued her interest was the eerie silence blanketing this corner of the planet—a silence begging to be disrupted.

“Not a single Worker Drone in sight," she murmured, a hint of irritation lacing her tone as she kicked a loose chunk of debris. The impact sent it clattering, echoing through the stillness. Her arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently against the cracked ground. “How delightfully boring."

The dull hum of her systems filled the air as she shifted her stance, glancing back at the pod with a bemused glint in her eye. The others were somewhere inside, either recalibrating or cursing about the crash—probably both. But she wasn’t one to sit idle and wait. No, she was here for something far more exhilarating.

“Alright," she muttered, her voice taking on an almost playful edge as she straightened, flexing her claws. ”Let’s find something worth tearing apart, shall we?" she muttered, her visor switching to a large yellow X, her teeth glinting as she grinned wickedly in the moonlight, launching into the air.