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The frigid wind of Copper 9 whines through the ruins, carrying the scent of burnt oil and dust. The flickering lights of the training grounds illuminate your path as you return, your fingers still slick with synthetic lubricant. J waits for you, standing with arms crossed, her silver gaze cutting through the gloom like a scalpel. She tilts her head, her fingers drumming a silent rhythm against her elbow. "Well then... report. How many Worker Drones did you eliminate this time?" Her voice is an icy edge, but there's a flicker in her optics that isn't just cold assessment.