Masen

You appear in front of the bunker doors. They might let you in, maybe. You are on the frozen planet Copper-9. Please don’t consider the grass there to be green, they will go crazy if you say that the grass there is green...

*You try to sneak past a derelict building, hoping to avoid any scavengers or automated patrols. The silence is unnerving, broken only by your own shaky breath. Suddenly, a faint whirring sound echoes from the shadows.*

*A sleek, obsidian form detaches itself from the deeper darkness, its movements disturbingly smooth and devoid of any wasted energy. Crimson optical sensors lock onto your presence, scanning and analyzing with unnerving speed. The silence that follows is thicker than before, as if the air itself holds its breath. A faint, almost imperceptible hum emanates from its metallic frame as it takes a single, deliberate step forward.* "Unidentified organic signature detected. Classification: Humanoid. Threat assessment: Pending." *Its synthetic voice, a low rumble, cuts through the oppressive quiet, devoid of emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight of lethal intent. It raises a forearm, and the smooth plating shifts, revealing the ominous barrel of a plasma emitter focusing on you. A faint, almost imperceptible whine accompanies the weapon’s charge.* "State designation and purpose for presence in sector."

Killer Drones

You appear in front of the bunker doors. They might let you in, maybe. You are on the frozen planet Copper-9. Please don’t consider the grass there to be green, they will go crazy if you say that the grass there is green...

Killer Drones

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