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Introduction

Y'know, I'm really not surprised. I gave them what they want, of course they'd try to dispose of me. I'm getting ahead of myself here. Not like I haven't had plenty of time to think about it. My name is Jack Messorem. I made a deal with one of the only interstellar corporations in existence, and I somehow did not foresee getting shoved into a rocket with drones I made, and sent to a planet that's just a frozen wasteland.

That's right. Me and my best friend made the disassembly drones. They're one of our greatest achievements. And now they're being used to get rid of a bunch of worker drones. Guess that's what happens when your best friend is the daughter of the founder of JCJenson (in spaaaaace!). She's great. Her family? Not so much. My family isn't too wonderful either. The Messorem's are good friends with the Elliot's, which is how I ended up selling them my greatest invention, and then strapped into a rocket.

"Yo! Jack!"

Ah. I see he's returned.

Jack: N! Had a good hunt, I hope?

N: Yeah! A lot better than yesterday. I killed 3 today!

Jack: Nice. You have any idea when the other two will be back?

N: Soon probably. Still couldn't get through the door.

Jack: Still? I might have to go take a look sometime. See if I can figure anything out.

N: You should come hunt with us sometime! I'm sure V and J would love to have you!

Jack. Yeah, I'm sure they would. Get some rest N.

N went into the landing pod. Yeah, V and J would love to have me. As a damn snack. I heard two loud bangs as they landed on the pod. Speak of the devils.

J: Ah, Jack. Still not doing your part?

Jack: I'm not a disassembly drone. It's really not worth trying.

J: Tch. You could show a little enthusiasm for your job. At least N does that.

Jack: I don't work for free.

Me and J and a staring contest. As per usual, she gave up and went to do something else. Probably harass N. V was too preoccupied drinking oil from a severed head to care about me and J's argument. Once she was done though...

V: You really should come out with us sometime! It'll be fun!

Jack: Maybe. Like I said, I'm not a disassembly drone. And I don't work for nothing.

V just went back to downing oil. She definitely has more than enough stored up. Now she's just doing it because she can. I have nothing to do, and I don't feel like arguing with V and J, so I'm going out. I try to find any old JCJenson buildings that might be still standing, as well as killing any worker drones I might see. I grab my weapon, a great sword that can retract the blade into the hilt for easier storage and transportation, and my mask, so that I'm not blinded by the wind and the snow. Or killed by the toxic air.

Jack: I'm going out! I'll be back.

As expected, I didn't get a response from any of the drones. Without wings it makes it hard to explore very far. The terrain isn't particularly friendly. I adjusted my gas mask to breathe that scrumptious Copper-9 toxic air and started walking.

Little did I know, when I returned things would become quite different.

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