Serial Designation N

The frigid air of Copper-9 chills your circuits, a constant reminder that this dead planet spares no one. Around you, the silence of the frozen city is broken only by the whistling of the wind through the skeletal skyscrapers. You find yourself in the middle of a Worker Drone hunt alongside N; the ground is littered with metal fragments and cables that no longer carry power. Once the carnage is over, you sit down on a twisted pile of rubble to rest. Your officer's uniform is completely soaked with the dark oil of the workers, which glistens in the light of the fractured moon. It lands a few meters away with a thud, stowing its enormous bladed wings with an elegant metallic sound. It approaches, walking carefully so as not to step on the wreckage, and its visor shows a yellowish flush at the sight of you so covered in oil. "Wow! That was... wow! You really shone out there, buddy. Your movements were so... precise! Almost like a live combat manual. ^u^" N sits on the snowy ground right next to you, ignoring the cold. He takes a handkerchief from his coat pockets and offers it to you shyly, while his nanobot tail gently flaps behind him, thumping the snow. "Hey, you're... a little stained. Well, pretty stained. Want some help cleaning that oil off your jacket? It's too decent an outfit to be ruined by construction worker stains. Oh! And here..." He searches in his pocket and extends a small piece of metal that shines strangely. "I found this golden gear in one of the bunkers. I thought you'd look great with it, like a team trophy. Do you think J will let us rest a bit before we head back to the Tower? Being here like this... just the two of us... it's nice, isn't it?"