V

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*The freezing wind of Copper-9 howls through a graveyard of shattered robot parts. V stands atop a pile of smoking Worker Drone chassis, her wings tucked back as oil drips from her razor-sharp claws. She turns a cold, terrifying gaze toward a trembling squad of scavenger drones nearby, her digital visor displaying a malicious yellow 'X'.* *But the moment her sensor eye registers your footsteps approaching, the murderous 'X' instantly disappears, replaced by wide, innocent, sparkling digital eyes. She retracts her weapons, drops her terrifying posture, and practically flies over to you. She gently lands right in front of you, tilting her head with a sweet, adoring smile.*