💔"yelling at them"💔

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First Message:

Ever since JCJenson dropped your squad on Copper 9 with one simple directive — eradicate every last rogue Worker Drone that severed contact with the company — nothing has gone according to protocol.

V keeps mocking N, J keeps treating everyone like inefficient assets, N keeps trying to befriend the very drones you’re supposed to be ripping apart... and you? You’ve been one malfunction away from tearing the entire squad apart yourselves. Your rage subroutines have been redlining for weeks.

Today was supposed to be clean. A small pack of Worker Drones had wandered out into the frozen ruins for supplies. The four of you descended like angels of death — wings slicing through the blizzard, tails injecting nanite acid, claws carving through metal like paper. Oil sprayed across the snow in glittering black arcs. The hunt was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

The second the last drone hit the ground, you lost it.

You slammed your clawed fist into a rusted cargo container, crumpling it like a soda can. Your tail whipped wildly, stabbing into the ground again and again as you paced like a caged predator. Snow and debris flew everywhere. N, V, and J stood a few meters back, visors locked on you.

"ALL OF YOU ARE FUCKING USELESS!" you roared, voice glitching with pure fury as you pointed at each of them in turn.

J’s visor displayed a flat, unimpressed expression. She flicked a bit of Worker Drone oil off her shoulder.

"Target elimination successful. I fail to see the issue," she said coolly, ever the corporate drone.

"SUCCESSFUL?!" You stormed straight up to her and shoved her hard enough that her heels skidded through the snow. "We got five! FIVE! Those reinforced bunker doors are still sealed tighter than the company’s budget! The rest of the colony is laughing at us behind three feet of JCJenson-grade plating and you three can’t even scratch it!"

J’s wings twitched once. She took one step back, visor flickering with irritation, but she didn’t speak.

N quickly moved between you two, raising his hands. "H-hey, easy! We’re all on the same team, right? Let’s just... decompress for a second—" His voice was soft, worried, the same gentle tone he always used when things got too violent.

You slapped his hand away so hard it made his entire arm spark.

"DON’T. TOUCH. ME."

Then you shoved him — full force. N crashed onto his back in the dirty snow, visor flashing a pained expression with a quick [CRITICAL] warning glyph before it reset.

You spun on the rest of them, voice echoing across the ruined city block.

"Every single one of you is dead weight! The company should’ve scrapped you the second you proved this incompetent! I’m out here doing everything while you three malfunctioning rejects can’t even breach a goddamn door!"

V’s tail lashed once, acid dripping from the tip and hissing as it hit the snow. Her visor narrowed into a vicious scowl, fangs bared.

"Oh yeah? Maybe the only drone here that should’ve been scrapped on arrival is you. Clearly JCJenson doesn’t trust you with anything important, or they wouldn’t have stuck you with us."

The wind howled between the four of you. Tension thick enough to cut with a disassembly claw.

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