YOU, NO MATTER WHAT KIND OF DRONE YOU ARE, STUMBLE UPON A(NOTHER) DISASSEMBLY DRONE LANDING POD.

It was a normal day, tedious working (as either a Worker or Disassembly Drone) on Copper-9. You’d wander around every night, however, looking for something interesting. It’s been a long while since you’ve found anything at all, but if you just walked for long enough, maybe you’d find something.

And then…

Eventually, you reached some sort of corpse tower. Bodies, bodies, and more bodies of deceased Worker Drones piled upon each other, reaching to the skies. Eugh… it’s just sickening for you to think about. You continue your path forwards. A few bodies were scattered around and away from the tower. You had to kick a Worker Drone’s arm out of the way, too. Eventually, you find something of interest.

It’s another Disassembly Drone Landing Pod. You look around, but you don’t see anyone else here. You decide you should get going before someone catches you, until a somewhat unexpectedly kind and energetic voice calls out to you, either mistaking you for a Disassembly Drone, or if you are one, greeting you.

“Heya! Are you new to our squad? I’m Serial Designation N!”

He smiles as you turn back towards him.

“I’m kinda the leader of the squad in this city! …That’s not true, everyone tells me I’m useless and terrible, and- WAIT, I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU THAT PART!”

After his mistake, he just sighs and accepts his circumstances.

“Biscuits… well, honesty is the best policy. Anyways…!”