The Supreme Solver (Ultrakill x Murder Drones)

INTERLUDE / / / FOURTH: The Great Massacre

We open up in the snowy tundra of Copper-9, we hear a voice faintly speaking as we zoom in on a decapitated Drone head lying in the snow, we hear the voice, however it is heavily covered with static.

We then cut to a control room of some sorts where we now hear the voice more clearly.

Op1: "Squadron 7 do you copy?"

The only thing which could be heard from the speakers was static.

Op3: "Damn. Another's gone silent..."

One of the operators in the control and viewing room of JCJenson HQ informed the rest of the team present.

Op2: "Sir, what's our next move?"

Another one of the men spoke up. It had been 12 hours of sending a team of disassembly drones to Copper-9, them reporting that they touched down, and 20 minutes later, all communications had been lost.

No audio.

No video.

No comms.

Nothing.

Something, or someone on that exoplanet was waiting for the Drones to land, and the company knew it.

The commander of this Special Operations Team was deep in thought.

Their original objective, that being to intercept "A disassembly drone like no other" had been more difficult than previously anticipated. They'd already sent 7 SQAUDS of drones down to the snowy wasteland, and all teams who had been sent on this operation had been radio silent since about 20 minutes after they each touched down.

Op2: "Whatever the hell this drone is, it's a massive threat to have taken out 7 squads and known to cut our audio-visuals so we can get any information on it."

Suddenly one of the monitors flared to life, displaying live video feed from one of the disassembly drones they had sent down to Copper-9. There was no movement, and the quality of the feed was... abysmal

Op3: "Sir! You're going to want to see this... we've got video, but no audio!"

The Commander rushed over to the screen the Operator was looking at, the quality of the video feed was slowly getting better, and in that moment of visual clarity, they saw horrors beyond anything that the men and women in this room could have imagined. It was a harrowing sight to be sure.

Cmdr: "What!? Let me see the situation down...! there..... Jesus Harold Christ......"

Disassembly Drone corpses everywhere. Some had been mangled beyond recognition, while others had their cores punched out, cleanly and precisely. There were broken limbs, shredded electronics, and ravaged plating everywhere. Some of the remains were still smoking from the laser used to cut them with the utmost precision. Traces of nanite acid were also visible, eating away at some of the brutalized victims.

A crushed Disassembly Drone head fell onto the oil drenched snow of Copper-9, its lifeless body, missing one arm snd the lower half of its torso soon followed. There they were, all seven squads of drones that had been sent so far, mutilated and strewn out in the blackened snow. However, there was one drone standing in the middle of all the carnage.

Op4: "Is that...? No It couldn't possibly be..."

From the video feed, they saw it grab one of the mangled bodies with its smaller arm, and lift them into the air.

The drone in question was instantly recognized by everyone in the room.

One of the Operators in the control room finally spoke the thought that everyone was collectively thinking.