THE TALES FROM COPPER 9! Volume 2 (Murder Drones)
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The tale of a ragtag crew of mercenaries who find themselves in a situation that ends up turning their plans into one of the most adventurous expeditions they have yet.
Fallout universe: Bethesda Studios
Murder Drones Universe: Glitch Productions
Metal Gear universe: Konami
Star Citizen universe: Cloud Imperium Games
Titanfall Universe: Respawn Entertainment
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Y/N Mercer, Codename Heracles (Hercules), the (adopted) son of the Infamous Killer/Monster/Terrorist Alex Mercer, Codename Zeus. Wakes up on a different planet called; Copper-9 after being in cryosleep for hundreds of years, Y/N also finds out that the planet is inhabited by sentient robots called Worker Drones and Murder Drones. Takes place after the events of Prototype 1 but the events of Prototype 2 never happened and James Heller never got infected with the blacklight virus nor does he exist and mentioned in the story. I don't own Murder Drones or Prototype, they are owned by their respective Creators, Liam Vickers (Glitch Productions) Creator of Murder Drones, and Radical Entertainment Creator of Prototype. (No Lemons!) Pls don't sue me! (I could have sworn i already saw someone made a Prototype x Murder Drones on Wattpad but i couldn't find it anymore, did it get deleted or something?) Rated M for Mature
The first time I woke up, it was with a simple purpose: Dismantle. When we were sent to Copper 9, the planet was already a frozen wasteland. The sun had died, or at least that's what the file my system loaded upon landing said. The reason didn't matter to me. All I knew was that there was an endless list of targets: Worker Drones. The first one didn't even have time to scream. I reached him before he could react, my claws piercing his torso and extracting his power source. Over time, the Worker Drones adapted. They were no longer easy prey and began to organize. Some built stronger shelters; others developed makeshift weapons. Each mission became harder, more chaotic. My companions, V and J, seemed to enjoy the increasing violence. For them, every hunt was a game, an opportunity to hone their skills. I pretended to feel the same, but inside, something was starting to break. I made mistakes, let drones escape that I could have eliminated. V accused me of being "too soft," but she never reported me. Maybe because she thought I was harmless, just a temporary glitch. But I wasn't. I didn't know that soon I would find someone who would change everything, someone who would show me I wasn't alone in my confusion. But until then, my existence remained an endless cycle of unanswered questions and an increasingly hollow purpose. That void needed a revolution.
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