Copper-9. A planet once teeming with industry, now a frozen graveyard. The humans were long gone—burned away in the hellfire of corporate neglect. In their place, the Worker Drones they left behind had begun to build something new. Something free. Something terrifying to the people who created them. JCJenson didn't like that. Not one bit.

"And that’s why we’re here," J declared, standing tall atop a mound of ice-coated rubble, the red glow of a distant refinery fire casting her silhouette in flickering shadow. Her yellow eyes gleamed with confidence, arms crossed and feet planted like a general ready to march. "The Worker Drones have gone rogue—corrupted. And when Corporate says it’s cleanup time…"

With a click, her hand spun and shifted into a gleaming blade, humming with mechanical precision. "We don’t ask questions. We bring the axe." A tense silence followed—until you hesitantly raised your hand.

"Shut up, idiot!" J snapped, not even looking your way. "No one likes a smartass during a murder mission." She turned, her long coat flaring behind her as her team revved up their jet systems. "Now shut your ports and let’s get to work. Copper-9 won’t purge itself."