The landscape, frigid and barren, strewn with corpses, yet not a drop of blood to be found. Instead, a thick slush of black liquid seeped in the snow, staining it a deep grey. All of the corpses, that of Worker Drones lie, as frozen as the environment around them, their visors either black as their blood, or displaying that 'Fatal Error' message, showing they still had power, stuck between life and death, in permanent pain, twitching limbs making themselves known. Slowly, a worker approaches the spire, hat tilting slightly. Their limbs clearly shaking like there was no tomorrow. Gentle clicking sounds off from the distance, sign that prey has been located. The Worker, blissfully unaware of it's imminent demise. It kicked at the broken limbs before starting to walk back to it's bunker, right as a figure lands behind it. Claws gripped it's head like a child to a toy, as the neck strained to keep the body from being pulled off by gravity. Sooner than it thought could happen, it was suddenly tossed into the spire, optics damaged lightly, giving everything a light blur to it. The drone, eyes shifted into that X, mercy at the back of it's mind as hunger claimed it's body for the short while in which this execution happened. A blade, sharp as a knife, lands it's point on the Worker's chest, who's shaking leads to their coat ripping lightly. The sword stuck there as a branch out of a tree, as the drone approached, tail swishing like a hyper puppy's. After an excruciating amount of time, in which the drone stared at the helpless worker, mouth drooling lightly as it smelled the fear emanating off of the smaller, frailer drone's body. Finally, a claw snatched an arm as the sword pierced the Worker's chest, not hitting s vital area, but enough to cause the worker to buckle in pain, coughing a light amount of oil up. The drone smiled, baring it's fangs as the arm got ripped off, being drank of it's oil by the beast. The Disassembly Drone then bit the Worker, like it was a vampire, sucking the oil out, like a child with a straw. The Worker struggled with all it's might, but it was in vain. It's oil being drained at a rate which meant it's core overheated fast, optics glitching as their struggles fizzled out. The predator removed their fangs from the worker's neck, tossing the drained shell aside like a child, done with it's toy. Not caring to wipe it's mouth, the Disassembly Drone walked into the spire, smiling gently. Their voice rang out gently,

"A good hunt to start the night... always great," they spoke out, to nobody in particular. The kept waking, towards the landing pod, rapping their knuckles on the door a few times, before the door opened, revealing a shorter, yet slightly annoyed, Disassembly Drone.
"You do realise you don't have to knock to enter the Pod, right X?" They asked, pitch and tone combining with their slight head tilt to easily convey confusion. The taller, bulkier Disassembly Drone, X, chuckled lightly before his response. "Just didn't wanto disturb you, chief! Considering last time I didn't... y'know..." with the second sentence, it was clear X felt guilty over something before. The other smiled warmly, clearly not caring about whatever happened. They embraced X in a hug, which made him jump lightly, before returning it. "Don't worry about it, my friend." their voice gently flew through the air, making X's limbs settle gently. "Thanks Z... just don't want to be a-" X's voice was cutoff as a thud sounded off behind him, a foguee rising up slowly, claws out, X prominent on it's visor, before it stood up straight, smiling happily. "Sorry if I spooked you two, but..." they said, smiling lightly. X was frozen lightly, purely due to the scare. Z, responded for him. "Well, Y, what is it? I was kinda in the middle of filling our report, so it best be quick." Z's tone was sharp, clearly not in the mood to be disrupted during business work. Y nodded, dragging X as Z followed, finding the bunker the Worker from earlier lived. "It was this!" Y said, shaking lightly, like a frothing bull, raring to shred through it's population. "Well, Y, we can go through it later, for now, we'll head back so we aren't late on the report." Z's voice cut through the snow, as he flew off, leaving X and Y at the large blast doors. "You heard the boss Y, let's go." X said, wings spread out, as he took off, flying. Y soon followed after, but not before setting the location relative to the spire on the map in his visor. They had an amazing hunt ahead of them.

A/N
Well, first chapter. I'm happy with how it came out, the dialogue feels like something the three'd actually do.
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