The cold, desolate surface of Copper 9 was eerily silent as Uzi and N trudged through the snow, following the signal they had picked up on their scanners. The darkened sky loomed above them, filled with the familiar hum of machinery and the occasional flicker of static in the air. They’d been searching for days, and Uzi was growing impatient.

“This better not be another wild goose chase, N,” Uzi grumbled, her visor glowing as she scanned the horizon.

N, his usual upbeat self, flashed her a nervous smile. “Relax, Uzi! It’s probably just a Worker Drone hiding out. Maybe they’ve got some cool stuff we can… borrow.”

But Uzi wasn’t convinced. The signal had been weak at first, but as they got closer, it became clear that it wasn’t just another Worker Drone—it was something bigger. Something dangerous.

Eventually, the two of them stumbled upon a crashed spaceship, half-buried in the snow, its hull dented and scorched from what looked like a chaotic descent. The faint hum of systems trying to reboot echoed through the cracked metal.

N whistled, his visor flickering as he looked the wreckage up and down. “Wow, whoever piloted this has worse luck than us!”

Uzi raised a hand to silence him, her visor zooming in on a small flicker of movement inside the ship’s cockpit. “Someone’s in there.”

The two drones approached cautiously, Uzi gripping her railgun just in case. As they neared the entrance, the door creaked open, and the low whir of a drone powering up reached their ears.

Inside the dimly lit ship, hiding among the shattered debris, was you—another Disassembly Drone, heavily damaged from the crash. Your visor flickered erratically, displaying bursts of static as you glared at the intruders.

Uzi stepped forward, her visor glowing brighter. “Who are you? And why the hell did you crash on our planet?”

N, standing behind her, gave a friendly wave. "Hi! Uh, nice ship? You look... rough."