[Inside a Murder Drone Ship]

Cold metallic interior. Flickering red lights. The sound of broken machinery hums through the corridors.

Remee — a worker drone with messy wires sticking out of her backpack and a curious, tinkering expression — carefully collects scraps and parts. Her small flashlight flickers as she whispers to herself:

Remee muttering“Okay, if I combine this servo core with the stabilizer unit... maybe I can finally fix the launcher.”

She places a glowing energy cell into her bag. Suddenly — a metallic creak echoes from behind her.

She freezes. Slowly turns.

A tall, shadowy Murder Drone stands in the darkness — glowing his blue eyes locked on her. Its clawed fingers twitch.

Remee’s light flickers again.

The drone tilts its head… staring.

The screen glitches—

[Static transition sound]

Flashback to the Bunker before remee arrived to murder drone ship

Bell rings.

The classroom is silent; worker drones walk the halls. The atmosphere feels peaceful but mechanical.

Outside, Remee rushes through the hallway, clutching a book.

Remee “Late, late, late! Come on legs, cooperate uhh!”

She turns a corner and— BUMP!

Books scatter everywhere.

She looks up — a boy drone wearing a snow hat is standing there, blinking in confusion.

For a second, their optics meet — both freeze, both blush.

Remee was sitting on his chest

Remee“Uh— I— sorry! I didn’t see you!”

the boy“No, it’s— I mean— I wasn’t— uh, my bad!”

The crowd whispers and hurries to class, giggling.

Remee grabs her books and rushes inside — her cheeks glowing faintly.

To Classroom

The teacher — a tall, tired-looking worker drone named Paul — walks in holding a clipboard.

Paul “Alright everyone, quiet down. I’m Mr. Paul, your science instructor. And today we have a new student joining us… It's Jeremy.”

Jeremy steps in — the boy from earlier.

Remee freezes at her desk, blushes again.

Jeremy notices her, looks away quickly.

Paul “Okay, let’s see those invention assignments! Show me what kind of useless junk you built this time.”

Students show various failed gadgets — sparks flying, smoke rising.

Finally, Remee steps up.

She nervously presents a small tri-barrel device.

Remee “Um… it’s a modular shell launcher! It has three shell they are fire laser beam, creates smoke, and blast shells. For, uh… defense!”

Paul raises an eyebrow.

Paul “Alright, let’s see it in action.”

Remee presses a button — the machine rattles, sparks — then BOOM!

Smoke fills the room. Students scream and scatter.

Remee “...Ugh. Why again?”

Paul "uhh remee call your parents"

Parents Meeting

Paul sighs as he sits across from Dr. Malik, Remee’s father — a sleepy, eccentric inventor drone.

Paul “Dr. Malik, this is the third explosion this month. She needs supervision.”

Malik half-asleep “Mhm… yes yes, I’ll tell her not to blow up school again.”

Meeting ends. Outside, Remee faces a few bullies mocking her.

Jeremy steps in, standing between them.

Jeremy “Hey. Leave her alone. At least she builds things and you loser can't even build”

The bullies leave, muttering.

Remee looks down shyly.

Remee give her “Thanks… Jeremy, right?”

Jeremy blush“Yeah. You’re Remee? Cool name. Anyway, and oh see you tomorrow.”

He waves and walks off.

Dr. Malik comes out, smirking.

Malik “Aha, my little genius got a friend, huh?”

Remee (blushing): “Daaad—!”

That Night

Remee sits awake, staring at the ceiling.

Remee whispering “Today’s the solar eclipse... maybe the Murder Drones will be asleep. Maybe I can finally see the outside world.”

She quietly grabs her father’s keycard and sneaks toward the bunker door.

Door open the

Dr. Malik was standing their he know everything about her.

Malik “Going somewhere?”

Remee “I— uh— want to play with your friends who play ludo!”

Malik: “My friends don’t play ludo.”

A guard walks by.

Guard “Hey, doc! We’re late for Ludo Night— oh, hey Remee!”

Awkward silence.

Malik sighs.

Malik“You sure? really wanna go out again? Do you know what’s out there?”

Remee“I know, Dad. But it’s the eclipse — the Murder Drones might be asleep. I’ll be back soon!”

Malik“And how do you know that?”

Remee“...I read it in your book.”

Malik chuckles, "oky and i will let you go this time" handing her a different keycard.

Malik“Then take the real card. The one you took was from my old school ID.”

Remee “Wait— seriously?”

Malik “Good luck, kiddo. Don’t get disassembled.”

At the Exit bunker door

Remee walks to the heavy bunker door.

The guard drones nod as she approaches.

Guard“Oh, Remee? Going outside? Alone?”

Remee“...Yeah.”

Guard “Well, Jeremy’s already out collecting scrap. If you meet him, stick together.”

Remee“Wait— Jeremy’s outside too? How?”

Guard “He’s our best scrap collector. Goes out every day. He’s got permission.”

she show her the card and the guard let her pass

Remee takes a deep breath, swipes the keycard.

The giant door creaks open.

Blinding light from the icy surface floods in.

Remee steps out — for the first time — seeing the endless snowfields under the eclipse sky.

Remee whispering “So this… is the outside world.”

Far away a Murder Drone ship is repaired by J she smile

To The Corpse Tower

The wind howled like broken machinery across the endless snowfields.

Remee’s footsteps left small dents in the frozen ground as she walked, her optics dimly reflecting the silver light of the fading eclipse.

She held her scanner close, its flickering screen marking spots of energy beneath the ice.

Every reading meant another piece of scrap she could use—another chance to fix her inventions.

Behind her visor, her eyes glowed with curiosity.

Maybe today, I’ll find something new… something big.

A sharp clang echoed nearby.

Remee turned, clutching her wrench like a weapon.

A figure knelt in the distance—

Jeremy.

He was surrounded by heaps of scavenged metal, his snow hat pulled low, sparks flying from the small torch in his hand.

He didn’t even notice her approach—he was too focused on whatever he was building.

Remee crouched behind a half-buried drone carcass, watching.

The contraption before him pulsed with a faint red light, like it was alive.

That doesn’t look safe…

For a moment, she considered saying something, but when he finally turned and spotted her hiding, Remee’s circuits sparked with embarrassment and stand up

She looked away quickly, pretending to check her bag.

“Uh—nice scrap pile,” she blurted. “I’ll… check the other side.”

Jeremy blinked, confused, then smiled faintly before turning back to his work.

Neither of them noticed that the thing he was welding twitched—just once—like it had heard them.

Snow crunched beneath Remee’s boots as she walked farther from him, humming nervously.

Her signal beam brushed across something in the distance—a towering shadow that rose against the pale horizon.

When she came closer, her optics widened.

A tower of frozen worker drones corpse, their limbs locked together, reached into the clouds like a mechanical monument.

At the top, half-buried in ice, rested a Murder Drone ship, black and silent.

“Okay…” she whispered, stepping back. “Creepy corpse tower—check. Evil murder ship—also check. Perfect day for exploring, Remee.”

Despite her own sarcasm, she climbed the slope, metal groaning under her weight.

The ship door was sealed tight. She pulled the handle, kicked it, even shouted at it—nothing.

Remee sighed, looked around, then picked up a rock.

She threw it at the door.

CLANG!

The hatch hissed open.

Remee blinked. “…That worked? I should’ve tried that first. Ugh.”

She stepped inside.

The interior of the ship was dark, filled with stacked scrap and lifeless monitors.

Each wall was lined with glowing red cables, pulsing softly like veins.

Remee’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Jackpot…”

She knelt beside a container, tossing gears and circuits into her bag. Another crate revealed an energy core. Then another—labeled JC Janeson Industries.

“Wait—this is all corporate stuff…” she muttered, tapping at a flickering monitor.

Blueprints appeared—drones, weapons, even something that looked like… her father’s work.

JC Janeson…? What are you doing here?

But outside, the eclipse faded away.

The last shadow passed over the sun—

and the ship came alive.

Somewhere deep within the halls, a cold system rebooted.

A red light blinked on.

And a low, metallic growl echoed through the ship.

Remee froze. Her hand tightened around her bag.

“…Probably just the ship settling,” she whispered, trying to convince herself.

The growl came again—closer this time.

The air temperature dropped, steam curling from her joints.

From the shadows behind her, a figure emerged—tall, mechanical, and silent.

Glowing red eyes. Metallic claws.

A Murder Drone.

Its head tilted as it studied her, like a predator deciding how to kill its prey.

Remee turned slowly—her optics wide—then swung her bag straight into its face.

THUNK!

The Murder Drone stumbled backward, clearly not expecting that.

Remee blinked, shaking from adrenaline.

“...Did I just—hit it?”

The drone’s claw twitched.

Then it laughed. A low, glitchy chuckle.

“Heh… brave one, aren’t you?”

Remee stepped back, heart racing.

The Murder Drone lunged—fast. She barely had time to react before he pinned her against a crate, claws scraping the metal beside her head.

For a moment, his optics locked on hers, glowing inches away.

The closeness made her circuits overheat; her voice glitched.

"W-wait! Stop—!”she was panicked

Then something clicked in her mind—her weapon!

She reached down, grabbed the launcher, and fired—

Click.

Nothing.

“Wha—?! Oh no— I forgot to activate—!”

The drone raised his claw, amused.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, leaning closer.

But before he could strike, a second voice echoed through the corridor.

“Stop it, Commander! You’re scaring the child.”

Another Murder Drone appeared—female, with bright yellow optics and a confident smirk.

The male one froze mid-motion.

“E—don’t interrupt me.”

E “Oh, please. Look at her! You’re terrifying when you try to be serious.”

The female drone, helped Remee stand.

“Hi there! Name’s E. That brooding lump over there is Commander S. Don’t mind him—he kinda screw.”

Remee blinked, still shaken.

S wings flared slightly, his optics glowing brighter.

“Hey! Stop it!”

E laughed. Remee hesitated… then laughed too.

The tension faded slightly.

For the first time since she’d stepped outside the bunker, Remee didn’t feel scared—just curious.

Who were these Murder Drones?

And why did they feel… and how does their races work?

air inside the Murder Drone ship was cold and sharp, carrying the scent of oil and burnt metal.

Remee’s optics flickered as she stood between two killers — one calm and playful, the other silent and unreadable.

E brushed some dust off her shoulder, her metal wings folding neatly behind her.

S, however, remained tense, claws flexing against his sides, his glowing visor fixed on Remee like she was a problem he couldn’t classify.

“So,” E began, smiling. “What’s a little worker like you doing inside a Murder Drone ship? You lost? Or just stupidly brave?”

S " Or you wish to die here"

Remee shifted nervously. “I—uh—was just collecting scrap. For… inventions. I didn’t know this was your ship.”

“Our ship?” E chuckled, tapping her chin. “Technically it’s Commander S. I just make sure he doesn’t blow it up every time he has a mood swing.”

“E,” S growled, “one more word and I’ll—”

“—what?” she teased. “Stare harder? You’re already blushing.”

S turned away, optics flickering slightly redder. “I’m not blushing. I’m recalibrating my sensors.”

Remee couldn’t help it — she giggled. The sound echoed softly in the metal corridor.

For a split second, both Murder Drones froze.

E smiled warmly. “See, Commander? She laughs. You don’t scare everyone.”

S huffed, folding his claws. “Tch. I wasn’t trying to scare her. She broke into a restricted ship. That’s all.”

Remee tilted her head. “You didn’t really need to grab me like a… uh… broken vending machine.”

That earned her a side glance from S, his expression unreadable — though his wings lowered slightly.

“You’ve got attitude,” he muttered. “That’ll get you killed out here.”

“It already almost did,” Remee said, clutching her half-functional weapon. “But thanks to you two, I guess I’m… not dead yet.”

E chuckled. “Not yet! Though honestly, the fact you wandered in here during an eclipse? Bold move. Lucky you didn’t wake up the whole nest.”

Remee blinked. “Nest?”

E’s grin faded. “Never mind. Forget I said that.”

A heavy silence filled the room. The faint hum of the ship was the only sound.

Remee glanced at the cracked monitor nearby — the JC Janeson logo still flickering faintly.

Her voice was soft.

“This place… it’s part of the company that made us, isn’t it?”

S turned sharply. “You shouldn’t ask questions like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because the answers aren’t meant for worker drones,” he replied, voice low. “Not for anyone, really.”

E looked away, her smile fading into something distant.

“They used to make everything,” she said quietly. “Then they started making… us.”

Remee’s optics dimmed a little. “You mean… Murder Drones?”

“Mm-hmm. Mass-produced exterminators. Pretty, huh?” E said, her tone falsely cheerful. “Then they sent us out to clean up the planet when the humans extinct from this planet. Funny thing about orders, though — they stick in your head, even when there’s no one left to give them.”

S didn’t say anything. He stood near the ship’s main console, silent as a shadow.

Remee could feel something beneath that stillness — anger, maybe. Or regret.

She looked down, fiddling with the broken strap of her bag.

“You two don’t… sound like what I heard about Murder Drones.”

“And what did you hear?” S asked

Remee “That you kill anyone you see.”

E smirked. “Oh, we do. But sometimes we make exceptions for cute little inventors who break into our ship.”

“E!” S

E “What? I’m just saying!”

Remee couldn’t help smiling again.

It was strange — these two were supposed to be monsters, yet they bickered like old friends.

“So, uh,” she said hesitantly. “If I promise not to steal too much, can I… look around more? There’s stuff in here I’ve never seen before.”

S stared at her for a long moment.

Then, surprisingly, he nodded.

“Fine. But don’t touch the command core.”

Remee blinked. “Which one’s the—”

“The one glowing red and humming like it wants to eat you,” E interrupted. “You’ll know it when you see it.”

“Oh. Got it.”

E turned to S. “You sure about this, Commander? Letting a worker wander around our base?”

S’s tone was colder now.

“If she wanted us dead, she would’ve tried harder. Let her look. Maybe she’ll find something useful before the storm hits.”

E arched a brow. “Storm?”

The ship creaked under the sudden howl of wind outside. The sound of heavy ice crashing against metal echoed through the corridors.

Remee glanced toward the sealed door. “Is that—?”

S was already moving. “A blizzard. Fast one. You’re not going anywhere until it passes.”

Remee’s optics widened. “So I’m… stuck here? With you?”

E grinned. “Lucky you.”

S sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “This is going to be a long night.”

Outside, the snow thickened, burying the tower of corpses under a fresh blanket of white. Deep in the ship, an old system pulsed back to life, unseen by the three of them — its faint voice whispering through static:

“Subject: Remee detected… JC Janeson protocol initializing…”

To be continued

This rewriten version is gonna awesome better then previous one