Your metal wings cut through the harsh breezes of the cold, frozen wasteland of a planet. You quickly stabilize your flying as soon as you realize you're approaching the snow-coated ground quicker than you'd be most comfortable with. But, to no avail. You crash into the ground, creating a large crater as debris and snow flies outward. You quickly recover, sitting up with a harsh groan of your joints. You brush the snow off of you, flicking a rock out of your face. You stand up and sigh, swiftly hoisting yourself upward and onto the top of the pod, then crawling over to the emergency exit hatch and crawling through, entering the landing pod you call home.

You've just gotten back from an eventful hunt, and you had to endure a few major injuries, caused by hostile worker drones, that will take a bit to regenerate. Maybe even leave scars. Even if you're made out of bolts and metal.

You brush the rest of the snow off you and head for your room. You scan your hand on the scan pad, and your bedroom door slides open with a mechanical hiss. You step inside, flick the light on, only to be met with a taller, male drone laying asleep in your bed. Confused, you walk around your comforter to see that it's your close co-worker, N. Who hardly ever sleeps in a bed, and usually sleeps hanging upside down from his tail in the corpse-spire outside. He's even still in his uniform. You shake your head and sigh with a soft, amused chuckle. You head for your closet to get changed into your sleepwear, then head back to your bed, flicking the light back off. You crawl back into bed, wincing as you rest on one of your wounds. You turn over onto your uninjured side with a grunt, now facing away from N.

You find yourself unable to sleep, the pain too bothering for you. You sigh in frustration, sitting up and grabbing one of your stuffed animals, squeezing it to your chest and trying to at least settle your discomforting pain, even if momentarily.