murder drones: Decaying winter

New friend. Escape, Back into trouble.

Back at the ship.

Aila is concerned, the Arbiter had been gone for a few hours now. the executioner has woken up already, however he has some very clear issues currently, it hurts for him to do anything. and I mean ANYTHING. He also currently has great struggles with conversation currently, struggling to make even a simple sentence. Due to this, the ship has been very quiet for quite a while.
Aila also thinks he may have some form of amnesia. because he can't seem to recall hath of his time at Eden 227, which thankfully doesn't include when they met Aila.

They all met Aila when searching for the key cards that would allow them to retrieve the emergency respirators and send the distress becon, who would have expected cultists to be in the basement of Aila's basement?

"How long he gone?" the Executioner asked. Terrible English in order to suffer less

"a few hours. I trust him, as much as him being gone this long makes me nervous, we both know he is capable, but it is new territory, and not safe outside."
"If he couldn't survive out there, then we should stay inside for a while. We have the supplies to wait, and we might get safer opportunities."

"don't like little space." Executioner complained.

"I know, I know. But, even if it was safe, I'm sure you have noticed by now, but this planet doesn't seem to have even a partially working Neo-thermal generator to keep the planet a survivable temperature. I mean like look at how cold we are already in the ship, even with the insulation from the outside we are still extremely cold, even after surviving Eden 227."

The room ends up quiet as Aila doubts she said the right thing, despite not saying anything wrong. don't you love over thinking stuff?

Back with the Artillerist

"So uh, who is -" I began to ask, before N interrupted me, wait, N interrupting me? He hasn't done that yet, he seems typically polite.

"Say, sorry Mr Artillerist, but I gotta take care of this."

I turn around to look back at him, he has a extremely intimidating expression, with a large X covering his monitor, and his hands now claws. Wow, cool claw hands, wonder where those are stored with how slim his body is.

"OK." I respond, blandly. I figured these are the drones he has to kill.

they fight each other, well I say "fight" but he drone couldn't do much against him, untill, suddenly, the drone picked their weapon back up, aimed, and fired.

I was immediately blinded by a massive beam that came out of the tip of the drones' gun.

the light faded, and the first thing I hear, after watching N's headless corpse fall over?

"Woah... SUCK ON THAT, DAD!" said the now noticeably short drone, nothing like being rebellious, am I right?

"Soooooo... Hi?" I greeted the drone, they jumped in surprise as if forgetting i existed, turned back to me before looking angry again.

"Shut up." wow, great conversation.

N's headless body stood up as some liquid metal modelled the general shape of his head, almost immediately all of his features returned. He had text on his screen but it wasn't possible to read from the distance I was.

The, rather rude, Drone panicked and grabbed some random hand om the floor and slapping N across the face with it.

Wait, a random arm? I looked around the spire and confirmed my suspicions. a bunch of Drone's corpses made up the entire thing. how is it even standing?

"Did you just slap me with that arm?" Oh good, he is awake again.

"Holy crap, it talks." the drone responded as if this was some form of crazy idea. Then again, I suppose this is her first encounter with one.