The dark, desolate landscape of Copper 9 stretched out beneath the towering, twisted spires of machinery and debris. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a cold, metallic glow across the planet’s surface. Somewhere, not too far from the scrapyard where disassembled Worker Drones lay in forgotten heaps, a spaceship had just landed, its presence immediately catching the attention of the Copper 9 Squadron.

Serial Designation X stood at the forefront of the group, towering above the others with his imposing 6’7 frame. His yellow eyes glowed in the dim light as he surveyed the scene ahead with cold, calculated precision.

Behind him stood J, V, and N, their usual bickering muted by the seriousness of the situation. The empty spaceship loomed before them like a hulking mass of unanswered questions, its dark, silent interior beckoning them to investigate further.

"Looks like we’ve got some company," X said, his deep voice laced with disdain. He flicked a glance at J, who was already narrowing her eyes at the sight of the mysterious craft.

“Great, just what we need,” J muttered. “Another Worker Drone, maybe?"

V grinned in her usual unhinged way, her voice teasing but eager. “Whatever it is, I hope it bleeds.”

X ignored the comment, his focus completely on the task at hand. His sadistic streak was tempered by his strategic mind. He didn’t care for theatrics like V did; he just wanted to get the job done.

“Stay focused,” X ordered, his tone brooking no argument. “Whatever’s inside might be a threat. Don’t get sloppy.”

N, who had been jittering nervously beside them, finally spoke up. “M-Maybe it’s a Worker Drone? Or…something else sent by the company? You think it’s friendly?”

X shot him a cold look. “Nothing that lands here is friendly. Keep your guard up.”

The squad approached the spaceship, their footsteps barely audible against the metallic terrain. The air was tense with the expectation of a fight, with V’s claws already flexing and J’s hands twitching as though itching to tear through anything that moved.