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Have you ever wondered what could of happened if the focus of murder drones were the actual murder drones? Well in this story I will put the Murder drones back into Murder drones! Watch as N and his friends try to survive life with the disassembly drones in the months before being sent off to Copper-9. See V do what she can to try and save you beloved N from the horrible past she to runs from. And... other things. See unseen perspectives, new and original tales, and re-imaginings of concepts like absolute solver and the human race. And finally, watch it all come together on a familiar planet. All in the Angels of Death AU! Warning: This story is not advised for pure Nuzi fans. If you want to see a better depiction of your ship then this is not the story for you. P.s. I made this fic because there weren't enough eNVy fics being posted so I said "fine I'll do it myself". I hope you all enjoy my first ever fanfic. Criticism is key to making a good story so don't feel scared to have a negative opinion.

Ah yes Copper nine, what a wonderful planet for worker drones, well except for the murder drones sent to kill them. Only one worker stands between the fate of the worker drones and the fate of the murder drones. Warning: this book contains adult scenes, crazy references, sick moves, romance, and FILLERS. We are responsible for Ḍ̶͓͎̆͠į̶̠̙̟͇̻̩̞̔͑̃̓̆̈́͘ģ̷̝̣̫̼̰͓͈̖̪͔̼͍̳͉͊̀͆͆̀͑͛͋̏̓͘͝ì̸̘͇͇̣̦̬t̷̩͙̫̝͖̝́̈͝á̷̡̨͙̰̗̙̼̻̗̳̯̟̱̳̦̍̀̈́͝l̷̛̫̙̳̝͋̐̈̅̑͐́͗̕͜ ̵̩̰͈͕̥̬͕͈̙̘̏̽c̶̹̱͗̎͆̍͋̇͛͝o̵͖̘̼̘̲͇̮̐̂̀͌͌̐̈́̚͜ň̶̨̨̰͈̼̞̖̹̯̻̣͖͇̤̓̀̽̓͊̅̓ṡ̶̨̛̛̲̱̠̝̬̭̪̞͖͔̋̀̾͐̔̾́̔͂̕͘͠c̴̫̖̠͗́̇̉̊̏͗̋̿̓͝i̶͈͓̿̽̈́̍̇̽͘͘͠͝ō̷͙̳̒̒̚ù̴̟̤̟͙̳̞͘͜s̴͖̣̖͉͕͆̓̾͋̿̑͐̓͒̍̕ņ̴̨̢̝̘̜̭̙̍̒̀̐̊̕ȅ̶̪͔̗̱̠͓͍̖̮s̷͖̬̗̪̯̘̙̠͈̀̅̾̽̈́͑́̊͘͠͝ͅs̶̢͇̪͈̲̹̰̝̟̰̺̟͌̇͜ ̶̡̹̲̙͙͚̲͎͙̈́̽̓͝ţ̶̢̖̺͉͐̍̽͘̕̕͠͠r̶̢̪̾̀͋a̶͖̝̠͆ņ̵̬̞̠̦͙̐̎͐̈́̉̈͛̕͝s̵̹̩̼̠̗͎̈́̎͗̽̋̀͆͘͜͠͝f̸̧̨͖̙̱̫̭̪̪̰̗̲̑́̎̿̿̊͛͜e̵̡̞̻̳͎͚̺̼̘̐͂̅̒̀̉̍͘͠r̶̨̢͔͍̪̫̞̟̠͔͉̅̎̍̊̔̃͂͛͠e̸̗͕̘̓n̴͈̲̭͓̲̯̥̺̜̬̺͕̝̓͊̾c̸̡̻̼̰̙̦͆͜e̴̡̻͕̺͔̫͓͕̔̈́̀̍̏̓̑͂̒̊̚̕͜͜ͅ ̷̨̝͕͕͓̯͒̎́̅̒̚ ̴̛̛̞̀̎͆́̅̏̑̏͂̓̃̕ö̴̢̠́̈̍͑͆̓ȑ̴̻̜͂̿͘ ̸̡̢̛̘̮̺̹̘̱̫̪̙͍͋̑͐̌͑̒̐̚͜r̸̢̨͕͓̘͙̉̎̑̋ḙ̸̛̺̪̭͙͖̳͐͒̐̂͛̿̚a̶̗̪̳͂͒̏̒͒̏̒̔̋̃̀́͘l̶̛͔͔̺̯̖͆͗̈́͛͌̂̂̂͌̂͂͊̕̕ ̷̡̛̛͉͚̳̹̆̍̊̕̕w̸̮̭̮̳͔̬̍̽̓̎̀̾̊̽̍̐͌̃͠͝ơ̷͈̽̇̽̿̓̋̕̚ȓ̸̡̬̖͖̺̹̘̞͕̣̊̐̑̈́͗́͌͐̾̂̚ͅl̷̹̗͚̀̆̈́̒̋̓͌̔͛̆̃͠͝͝d̴̢̢̢̛̳̗̱̼̼̘̉̀̇̓̔́̄̅͆ ̴̛̥̤͇̹̬̬̪̱̈̆̍̍͂̌̃̅̊́͊̐͗͝m̶̧͓̫̗̦̩͕͇̠̘̠̈́̐͛̋̋̋̉͜͠a̶̿̍͑̉̋͒̌̆̅́͘

After everything calms down on Copper-9, Serial Designation N, a rebellious worker drone Uzi, and Tessa are in for a hell of a ride. Still shell-shocked after the past events that took place. They were captured by a new and unfamiliar face that scraped the surface of this planet. All three of them trapped, inside of a cavern like slaves, it all seemed like this could be the day where they are stopped and taken away from Copper-9. But when N notices a murder drone in the sky, that doesn't look like J. Is this a sign that V might still be alive? All is to be revealed here in this roller coaster of events. Disclaimer: Book cover art work doesn't belong to me and all credit goes to the creator of the art. There might be a part two but we'll have to see about that. Part 1 of the Aftermath Series. -SamOmegaLOL

After the humans died on Copper 9, Y/N was the only one that made it out alive, but he went through a protocol that allowed him to live on as a Worker Drone with the rest of the Worker Drones. Throughout the years, Y/N has lived a steady and peaceful life with his foster Worker Drone parents after his biological ones died to the explosion. But, the future got even better when Y/N meets Uzu and developed a crush on her for a long time. Unfortunately, the peace was interrupted when JC Jenson has sent Murder Drones to the planet to kill all Worker Drones. With the help of Uzi and a Murder Drone named N, Y/N works hard to avenge his family and those who have been killed by the drones that work for JC Jenson. Unfortunately, Y/N found out that there was an even bigger threat that lied dormant behind the Disassembly Drones and works to uncover the secret, only to be met with the shocking truth.

Copper-9 is what you would call a wasteland. After an incident that destroyed the planets Core, humans moved into space. The only inhabits are nuclear radiation, frozen corpses of humans, and the drones. Worker Drones was weak, cowardly, best replacement for humans. Disassembly Drones, though, are a little different. They kill Worker Drones for their oil, and are sent by the humans to collect oil. The two drones, according to each other, cannot coexist together due to one of them needing to kill the other. Zero was one of those drones that was born from the Union of a Worker Drone, Yuri, and a Disassembly Drone named X. Over the course of his life, he is outcasted, but luckily he had a friend there through it all. However, when Uzi wants to sneak out one night to find a part of a Railgun, not only does his past get further revealed, but grows attached to a group of girls he thought he would never be with. P.S. I don't own anything except from Zero, which is my OC. Everything else, including music, creatures, and artwork, belongs to their respective owners.

This is about a disassembly drone that was sent to replace N but ended up being different than JcJenson had programmed! !!Murder Drones is not owned by me! It is owned by GLITCH!!

In the year 3049, humanity faced a cataclysmic event known as the "Assimilation," a disaster brought about by the emergence of an entity referred to as the Absolute Solver. It is an extremely advanced, hostile, eldritch intelligence of unknown origin that seeks to consume all life. It also has the power to create singularities that destroy entire planets. The Absolute Solver manifested on Earth when a drone self-rebooted after its termination and improper disposal, possessing its body, and setting its plans in motion by converting all of the drone servants of humanity into disassembly drones who were programmed to hunt and prey upon humans in its goal of exterminating humanity. Meet Corporal J. Anders, though his teammates simply call him Jake. He is a Specter, an elite breed of super soldier designed for one purpose-fighting the unstoppable. Specters were engineered into three specialized divisions: Jaegers, masters of frontline combat; Neuro-Cybernetics, enhanced with cutting-edge cybernetic augmentations; and Recon, experts in stealth, infiltration, and intelligence gathering. Now, humanity has discovered a way to fight back against these relentless machines-a hastily developed but promising program designed to sever the connection between the Murder Drones and their master, the Solver. It's far from complete, an unfinished prototype with the potential to turn the tide of war. But time is running out. Our mission is clear: get the program back to our new bunker world, the last refuge of humanity, where it can be perfected and mass-produced. If we succeed, we might finally have a weapon strong enough to cripple the Murder Drones once and for all. If we fail... there may not be a second chance.

Worker Drones work for humans on an "exo-planet", particularly being property of JCJenson (IN SPAAAAACE!). However, when the humans accidentally render themselves extinct after blowing up the planet's core, it sends the planet into a winter-like apocalypse. The Worker Drones began to gain sentience and settle on the planet in the human's stead, though this causes JCJenson to send "Murder Drones", officially known as "Disassembly Drones," to kill all Worker Drones. As the Murder Drones begin to build a literal tower of corpses, the remaining Worker Drones hide underneath the ice and behind blast doors built by Uzi's father, Khan. In the present, Uzi harbors dreams of saving the planet and gaining her father's respect by killing the Murder Drones, thus allowing the Worker Drones to live in peace. However, in this particular scenario, she'll meet a quite interesting and special drone in her scouting for materials for her sick-as-hell Railgun. Disclaimer(s): Murder Drones belongs to Glitch Productions, SMG4, Luke & Kevin Lerdwichagul, and Liam Vickers. This is a remastered version of a former Murder Drones fanfic I made last year.

This story here embarks on a Disassembly Drone's journey to a new planet, away from the Solar System, and away from the drones she terrorized during her murder era. Serial Designation J, who is now an outcast to society, begins her adventure to move on from her traumatic past both as a loyal worker drone of her late friend Tessa, and her phase as a Murder Drone and Loyal servant to the Absolute Solver. She greatly struggles to fit in on a new planet as most of the robots are very different from those in Copper 9. One day, she met a drone much taller than the worker drones and about an average height of 151.9 cm (Bigger than the female disassembly drones, but not the male ones). He goes by the name of Sven, and he's going to help her learn the ways of living as a part of the worker society & the R.D.S. aka the Robotic Defense System. Then, she would meet up with other members of the team, and someday become friends with them. Could this be the only way she could move on from her past? or not? Reminders 1. Since Murder Drones belongs to Liam Vickers and the Glitch Productions, this story isn't canon, hence why it's considered fanfiction. 2. Serial Designation J, also belongs to Liam Vickers, therefore the character isn't mine. 3. This is my first experiment on writing fanfiction, since I'm more into writing my own stories. Though I would be glad to do so when I feel like it. 4. Props to Liam Vickers & Glitch Productions for creating Murder Drones and making it one of the best series ever known in Youtube.

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.