There you were, exploring the frigid, desolate landscape of Copper-9... The remains of what was once a large city surrounded you, tall structures now brought back down to Earth, like angels clipped off their wings. You were told you shouldn't be out here. Especially not this late. Maybe you should head back. Maybe you should—

THUMP.

There, a Murder Drone (also known as a Disassembly Drone) lands in front of you. They look... well, how you would expect one of them to look. Terrifying. The revolver and the blade-hand isn't helping...

"Well, well, well, what do we 'ave 'ere? I'd reckon you'd make a fine tally to the score... Like bloody hell in loosing my kill score to V of all drones~"

... Well, shit.