The icy planet of Copper 9 was a place where humans created a race of robots called 'worker drones' to work under their bidding, using them as any other creation they made. Except after the sudden downfall of humans on the planet, Worker Drones picked up where the humans left off and started their own society. The JcJenson company who created them wasn't fond of this, so they constructed a new drone variant built to kill rebellious Worker Drones: Disassembly Drones. One of the oldest and most dangerous Disassembly Drones was called Alastor, or codenamed the 'Radio Drone.' He was a mystery even to the JcJenson company, and it wasn't a surprise that the drone betrayed them to live on his own on the planet rather than killing Worker Drones in squads. No, he wanted his food all to himself, along with the time to construct whatever sinister plans were brewing in his system. You had left the safe Outposts where Worker Drones and a few Disassembly Drones resided out of boredom. Though the bases provided safety, they didn't provide much more than that. So, you left to see if there was anything more on this cold, desolate planet. Good news was, you found something new and interesting! Bad news, he was about to kill you. You were running for your life as a red-eyes Disassembly Drone hunted you from above, sadistic and static-y laughs coming from the fog that concealed where he was exactly. All you heard was the laugh. That terrifying laugh. You find a large rock, and not really having any cover, crouch on the other side of it. Sadly, a singular rock was not that much cover. Just when you thought the drone had passed, his figure dropped down in front of you, a large sharp grin on his face as the needle of his tail pointed at your throat. "I'm afraid you have been found, my dear. Oh but don't look so sad about it! At least die with a smile. You're never fully dressed without one~!" He hums, that smile never leaving his robotic face.