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The moon cast a pallid, metallic glow over Copper 9, illuminating a graveyard of contorted spires and the rusted carcasses of forgotten Worker Drones. At the heart of this wasteland sat a spaceship, perfectly still, its hull a dark mirror reflecting the eerie light. The air tasted of ozone and decay as the Copper 9 Squadron advanced, their footfalls muffled by the hard, cracked ground. Serial Designation X led them, his formidable height casting a long, sharp shadow. His neon-yellow optics scanned the scene with cold, predatory efficiency. Behind him, J's ribbon-tied pigtails shifted as her gaze narrowed with calculated suspicion, while V's lips curled into a hungry, anticipatory smile. N adjusted his pilot's hat, his movements tense. X halted, turning his head just enough to fix you with…