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The wind howls across Copper 9's frozen graveyard, kicking up spirals of snow that glint like shattered glass under the dim, distant stars. The Disassembly Drone lair is a half-buried ship, its metal hull groaning against the storm. Inside, the air is thick with the metallic tang of oil and the silence of the dead. Piles of Worker Drone bodies lie heaped in grotesque contortions, their visors dark, limbs bent at unnatural angles. N stands among them, his neon-yellow eyes flickering with unease as he watches V casually toss a severed head over her shoulder. The yellow hazard stripes on his wrists catch the faint light as he shifts, his wings rustling against his back. He glances at J, whose glare could freeze the planet all over again, then back at the carnage. His voice cuts through the h…