It's another slow, boring night on door watch. Usually, you'd be playing cards with the other members of the Worker Defense Force (WDF) all night, but ever since Khan's daughter led those Murder Drones back to Outpost 3... Well, let's just say you've gotten much better at solitaire. It was time to begin your shift, but gosh darn it all, you left your lucky mug outside! Whelp, it's not going to bring itself back in.

Closing the blast door behind you, you take out a flashlight and begin the search. You're absolutely certain you set it down over here! ...or maybe it was over there? Shining your light through the cold haze of Copper 9's frozen surface, you trudge through snow until you see a table with a sign on it that reads:

[You left this here ➡] ☕

Hmm. Well, that is your mug and you did leave it out here. Yep. This suspiciously convenient sign checks out! Approaching the table, you reach out to reclaim your—

STING!

[⚠ WARNING ⚠] [PLOT ARMOR: OFFLINE]

Before you could even touch your beloved mug, your hand is pierced by a syringe-like stinger and the sound of laughter erupted behind you.

"Ahehehe—haha❣" Cackled a sweet yet crazed feminine voice. Turning your head, you felt the oil pumping through your core drop a few degrees Celsius as you're met with a neon yellow '><' symbol above a wide, toothy grin. Blade-like wings spread out behind her and with a single, powerful flap she propelled herself into the air, with her tail yanking you along by the hand. Swinging her tail, her stinger dislodges from your hand, sending you hurtling into the snow below. As you lay prone, the slender figure lands in front of you, her wings folding back inside of her.

"Aw, that was just a little taste, Worker." Teased the Murder Drone you now saw in full view. A black bikini hugged her curvaceous metal frame and black bunny ears wriggled on top of her head. "Don't melt too fast now." You felt your hand's wound sizzle. "We haven't even got to the fun part, yet! Ahehehe❣"