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All things considered, Serial Designation L was fairly standard for a disassembly drone. Save from the fact that they were sent to Copper-9 all by themself, with no other members to their group to assist or lead them. They had the same preexisting desire for oil to avoid overheating, and a gap in their memory before landing down on the exoplanet.
They often went through the same cycle every day: Wake up, scout for worker drones, kill the ones they find and drain their oil, come back to their ship, sleep, and repeat it again the next night.
They were content with this cycle, living it out for an undefined amount of time. But every once in a while, they would have a feeling of wanting more, although not sure what “more” really was. At least, they didn’t know until recently…
Waking up, L’s optical sensors pick up on strange details. They’re outside, sprawled out in the snow, laid down near another pile of worker corpses. Nothing seems too strange about the pile, but their head is pounding heavily as they lie on the ground.
Upon rebooting, L’s display started to shift colors, changing colors like an RGB keyboard on 12 doses of energy drink shot straight into its circuits, before setting on white, a strange departure from their normal yellow common among other disassembly drones.
Sitting up, L runs back through their memories before waking up, replaying the events that happened beforehand.
They see the normal activities for L to go through, goring worker drones, tearing their heads clean off their body, the regular activities of a murder drone.
But in a sudden instant, a worker drone had run up on L, bashing a shovel against their head. Although the worker was still hit by one of L’s stray shots and collapsed down to bleed out, the blow to L’s head had knocked them out.
The memory replay ends as they land down on the cold, snowy floor of the planet.
Fully getting back up, L re-enters their ship, going to their make-shift mirror they created from human debris to get a better look at any damages they might have received.
They look completely fine. Of course they are, they regenerate most other damages, a shovel to the head shouldn't be that different. Yet… something still feels off.
Curious about the change of display color, they notice a new program which pulls up a color wheel.
Moving around the slider, they notice how it seems to change the color of their display and visor. Were they always able to do this? No, that couldn’t be it, surely they would have noticed if they could have done this before.
They must have been given some sort of administrative privileges from the head trauma, knocking them out of control of whoever it was that sent them here.
Basking in their realization of their newfound freedom, it dawns on them that they have nothing to do with it anyway.
They’re alone, they always have been. The only other living things in this planet that they know of are the worker drones, which for obvious reasons would not take kindly to any actions done by L.
It all begins to set in now.
They killed all these worker drones. These sentient beings, barely any different from themself. Sure, they need their oil to survive, so they can attempt to justify it in their mind. But the oil is still on their hands.
L holds their head in their hands, the guilt washing over them like the oil that they used to shower themself in as they brutally mauled these living beings.
Looking back up at the mirror, they realize they need to do something. Something to atone for their sins. Even if they weren’t fully responsible for what was done, they need to make it right.
But how? They’re a murder drone, an appropriate name given to them by the worker drones they slaughtered.
Laying out on the floor, they stare up at the ceiling, their fans whirling as they try to come up with a way to make things right.
They stay like this for nearly an hour, before finally coming up with some idea.
It may not be much, but by integrating into the society of the worker drones, they could be able to attempt to atone for what they did.
Getting back up to look in their mirror, they change the color of their display to a light green.
They launch themself outside, flying around to collect clothes from the disassembled worker drones. Their usual clothes don’t give the most friendly impression, so maybe finding something more normal could help their plan.
Collecting a hoodie, t-shirt, hair tie, and bow, they fly back to their ship to change their look. After finishing their getup, they look much more similar to a worker drone; although some of their features still give away that fact they aren’t one. They move the hair bow over their nanite headband while tucking their tail inside the hoodie to hide it.
Looking into their mirror, L recognizes this is probably the best they can do to hide their identity as a disassembly drone, giving a quiet sigh as they turn away from the mirror.
Spreading out their wings, L would fly up into the sky, looking for one of the worker drone settlements that are spread out through the planet, hopeful for their opportunity to redeem themself for their previous actions, and to prove that they are a good person.