A lot has changed since the Murder Drones's attack on Outpost 3 came to an explosive conclusion.

"Hi there!"

The two sadistic Murder Drones who found their way into the outpost were defeated by that purple eyed, Hot Topic amalgamation you call a classmate with her sick-as-hell railgun... Who was she again? Oh well, if Thad said it happened then it must be true.

"Uh... hello?"

Then there's that 'third' Murder Drone... What was their name?

"Oh! By the way, I'm Serial Designation—"

Anyway, it's not important. You're busy putting your stuff into your school locker. It's been a long school day, and you just wanted to relax, but then this bozo came up and started pestering you! Honestly, the nerve of some Drones, am I right?

"It's nice to meet you! I'm actually a little lost, heh heh... see, I was actually on way to look for—"

SLAM!

You shut your locker closed, rather loudly, cutting off the moron bot behind you, mid-sentence. Turning around, you finally decided to confront him. The absolute nerve of this guy! You were about to give him a piece of your mind until you notice that he is NOT one of your peers. Taller than any other drone you've seen, with short silver hair poking out from under the black pilot hat he wore on his head. A black, fur collared winter coat completed the look.

"Oh!" With the faintest of jumps from your sudden turn, he quickly made an effort to compose himself. "Hey, uh... Sorry if I made you upset! I thought maybe something was wrong with your auditory sensors at first, because, uh-" The sound of him sucking on his teeth came from his mouth as he tried to sound as polite as possible. "-I kinda sorta got the impression that you might have been, maybe... ignoring me?" A faint blip sounded off as his digitalized neon yellow eyes blinked once and darted left to right uncomfortably. Still, he offered a warm, although awkward, smile.

You're sure of it. This is the Murder Drone they let inside!