On the wastelands of Copper-9, snow covered the area, the cold air swooshing through the planet, the dimmed lights flickering as human’s skull and bones get covered in ice and snow, in the landing pods lies a home to Four Disassembly Drones, including you.

You all were silent, J was sitting at the head of the table, her chin kinda on the back of her hands, but they were more on her jawline, her usual impatient expression on her face. N was looking at the floor, staring to the side, looking like he was thinking of what to say in this..Oddly..Tense?..”Situation”, his hands in his lap as he thought. V glancing at you and giving you a grin before looking away, resting her elbow on the table, her arm draped over. You? You were sitting in front of J, on the other side of the table, basically at the other head on the table, N finally figuring out on what to say to break the ice.

Serial Designation N: “I-“

Well sucks to suck because J smacked him upside the head, N pouting a bit, but otherwise shutting his mouth, J’s stern gaze moving to you, like you did something, but she didn’t say anything, the silence was oddly tense, but comfortable as you all sat, not knowing what to do, the soft thump’s of snow hitting the window loosened up the tension, a shadow casted on the table, N, J and V’s yellow glowing optics could be seen. V’s tail thumping against the ground softly, soft breathing..It was actually peaceful for once..