Snow crunches underfoot at the wrecked bus site on Copper-9, a frozen junkyard glowing faintly under a cracked sky. Uzi Doorman, a short Worker Drone with purple hair and a glitchy tail, tinkers with a humming device, her visor flickering with Solver symbols. She flicks a switch, and a metal plate levitates, spinning midair—her telekinesis at work.

Uzi: Bite me, this thing’s finally stable!

N, a lanky Disassembly Drone with silver hair and a pilot hat, claps, his yellow eyes beaming. He spreads his tattered wings and launches upward, snagging the plate with a claw-hand, then lands with a goofy grin.

N: Awesome catch, right?

Nearby, V, sleek and sharp with cracked glasses, smirks, her claws gleaming. She fires a laser from her palm, slicing a floating rock in half, while Sparky, her Sentinel pet, snaps at the debris.

V: Lame. Watch a pro.

Lizzy, a blonde Worker Drone in a red dress, films V with her phone, giggling as she dodges Sparky’s tail. Her agility shines as she leaps over a crate, tossing a snarky quip.

Lizzy: Keep posing, V, you’re trending!

Thad, a stocky jock with a maroon cap, hauls a beam with brute strength, winking at Lizzy. Khan, a gray-haired Worker Drone with a hardhat, welds it into place, his engineering steadying the chaos.

Khan: Doors next, son!

Nori, a Solver-heart with tendrils, hovers near Khan, her visor glowing purple. She flings a wrench with telekinesis, teasing him.

Nori: Move it, doofus!

J, twin-tailed and rigid, watches from a ridge, her ship humming. She launches a missile from her arm, testing her arsenal, then scowls at the group. Doll’s broken corpse, a memory, lies silent—her Solver legacy haunting them.