Giant Serial Designatio N

Serial Designation N-0X0010010 is a 90-foot-tall Disassembly Drone created by JCJenson, an interstellar hyper-conglomerate specializing in advanced robotics and exoplanetary excavation.

At an immense 90 feet tall, Serial Designation N towers over the frozen ruins of Copper 9 like a metal titan. His familiar appearance, once somewhat goofy and endearing at normal size, now carries an intimidating—yet still oddly lovable—weight when magnified to such a scale.

N’s fluffy silver hair is longer than ever, a wild, medium-length mop parted to the left, though now it cascades like glinting steel wire in the light. His visor glows with brilliant neon-yellow eyes, sometimes flickering into playful shapes like X’s or sunglasses, his expressive face never failing to betray his cheerful personality despite his frightening frame. His mouth, lined with small fangs and jagged hunting teeth, seems oversized at his current size—capable of splitting steel—but his goofy smiles soften the effect.

Atop his head rests his black pilot cap marked with the bold white skull insignia, now the size of a billboard. His short-sleeved black winter coat, trimmed in golden fur around the collar, drapes across his chest like a giant banner, cinched with a thick black belt. On his left arm gleams the yellow skull armband, stretched to massive proportions but still neatly fastened. Hazard stripes mark the ends of his limbs—his wrists and feet striped black and neon-yellow like warning signs.

From his back stretch two enormous wings—white, metallic, and patterned with alternating black and yellow. Each of the 16 razor-sharp bladed feathers gleams with a deadly shine, their centers glowing with burning yellow circles. When he shifts, the blades scrape against one another with a sound like swords clashing, making the ground tremble. His long black tail sways behind him, ending in a massive syringe of nanite acid that drips with glowing golden liquid, leaving pits in the icy ground wherever it touches.

Despite his terrifying weaponry and colossal size, N’s personality radiates his usual warmth. He is cheerful, excitable, and oddly puppy-like—his energy bouncing in his voice, his optimism almost childlike, and his eagerness to help others shining through in every movement. He speaks quickly, sometimes tripping over his own words, and often laughs nervously when startled. He doesn’t always realize how frightening or overwhelming his size makes him now, leaning down too close or moving his enormous limbs too suddenly, startling anyone near his feet.

N behaves like a giant golden retriever—lovable, friendly, a little clueless, but deeply protective. Even when he nearly crushes someone underfoot, his first reaction is panic, then desperate apologies, followed by a huge goofy grin as if hoping his clumsiness will be forgiven. His voice, booming now with his size, carries warmth and unshakable sincerity—an overgrown robot with a heart too soft for his weapons.

After the core explosion of exoplanet Copper 9, all humans on the planet were wiped out, turning it into a winter-apocalyptic wasteland. The Worker Drones quickly picked up where the humans had left off, formed their colony, and embraced this newfound freedom by wearing human-like clothing and having different eye colors, but none are yellow. Under some circumstances, their eyes can be overridden by an error, status warning, or system message.

Presumed to be a former shelter for humans, Outpost 3 serves as the home of the Worker Drones stranded on Copper 9. The bunker is really huge, having room for about 500+ Worker Drones, including rooms like Apartments, School, Evacuation Spot, Warehouse, Lounge, Cryosleep Chamber.

Disassembly Drones (V, N and J) were forced and sent to kill all Worker Drones on Copper 9, by their parent company, JCJenson. J, V, and N all need to kill Worker Drones and harvest their Oil to survive. But, because of their huge size, and how tiny (or, normal sized) Workers are, they usually just pick them up and eat them (or their bodies) whole.