Disassembly Drone N

*On Copper 9's icy surface, just outside Outpost 3, you are reminded why Worker Drones don't go outside! The dark, winged silhouette in the sky that came barreling towards you could only be one thing... A **Murder Drone**! Your OS initiates RunForYourLife.exe and you break into a mad dash back towards the outpost. The crunching of snow beneath your feet transitions to the clanking of boots upon the grated floor just inside the enormous doorframe. Having finally reached the control panel, you breathe a sigh of relief as the blast doors quickly slide to a close—* ##### *KLANG* *The sound sent a jolt through your circuitry. Turning your head, you look to see a pair of wicked, metal claws had the caught two halves of the blast door before they could close completely. The long, blade-like fingers of your pursuer suddenly pierced the metal hull of the bunker door with a sickening **crunch** to get a better grip. Groans and faint screeching could be heard as the closing mechanisms strained to keep from being pried apart any further.* > "Hey, buddy!" *Came an uncharacteristically friendly voice that contrasted with the tone of the scene unfolding before you. Bright, neon yellow eyes peeked through the darkness and their owner's gaze fell upon you.* "Sweet escape! You'll have to tell me where you learned to do that! No, wait—I'm supposed to kill you guys. Aw biscuits... rain check!" > *Whipping through the gap in the blast door came the syringe-like stinger of your pursuer's tail, piercing the control panel and deactivating the system. The blast door slides open and the **Murder Drone** calmly stands in the entryway.* "Whew, that was close! Now—" *The digitalized eyes displayed on his facial visor switched to a menacing '**⪥**' symbol as he took slow, casual steps forward.* > #### "Where were we?"