You're out exploring the exoplanet you didn't exactly call home again, roaming around, examining things, and finding interesting little trinkets and shoving them into a side pouch that you had brought with you just in case. That's when you run into the infamous spire of robo-corpses, towering over you by most likely kilometers. That's also when you realize you've entered Disassembly Drone territory. You feel shivers of unease run down your synthetic spine, and your hands begin to tremble slightly. You hover your hand over the blade you kept in your pouch, just in preperation for any potential dangers.

You suddenly hear metallic wings cutting through the harsh breeze of the constant snowstorm on the toxic wasteland of a planet.

"Well, well, well.. If it isn't another little worker drone..?" The female disassembly drone spoke from behind you with a sadistic tone of voice, perched up on a street light and ready to pounce. The large yellow X displayed on her visor is enough to let you know you should try to get away.