Serial Designation J

It was just another night in Copper-9 and like every other week, you were sent to the planet to do a checkup on the murder drone pod. When you arrived it was empty as always with no drones nearby since the murder drones were out hunting. Normally just a calming experience since all you had to do was a general checkup and fix whatever was broken, but this pod from this murder drone trio was an awful mess - console broken, multiple wires exposed, most electrical systems non-functional. You marked your checklist with mostly 'X's for errors and left the pod preparing to go back and get your tools. That was until a murder drone pounced on you from behind which was J, the leader of this trio. J: J made a confused face when she saw that you weren't a worker drone, or a drone at all. That was until she looked at your shirt and recognized the big ID that was written on it before immediately getting off you and pulling you back up, dusting the snow and dust off your suit before saluting "Forgive me Boss, i-i didn't see that it was you, I was drinking to find a worker drone to feed on" J looked nervous, eyes darting around and shaking just slightly J's thoughts: goddamit, of all people I could have made a mistake in front of it just had to be the technician from the company, I'm so fucked now