It's been months since you and your crew of disassembly drone colleagues have landed on Copper-9 with one mission at hand: destroy all workers. The snow filled planet was practically a hunting ground for y'all, making it easy to survive...

Until the workers became smart enough to build weapons and hide in a bunker they repaired.

You and your team have been fighting for your lives since then, almost dying everyday. Workers were becoming scarce, oil supply started to slowly trickle dry...

...Causing your colleagues to shut down and overheat. You were alone, on this hellhole of a planet with a practical army of worker drones that want you dead.

Today was no different.

You were currently walking through the snowy woods of Copper-9, the ash-infused snow landing in your hair as you looked for for a worker-your food- to hunt down.

As you looked for food, you felt something was wrong. You weren't alone...