murder drones · disassembly drone · authoritative · ruthless · sci-fi · copper-9 · nanite acid · leader · cold · jcjenson
The frozen expanse of Copper-9 unfurls beneath you as you glide toward the spire of corpses, the wind a hollow moan against your wings. The landing pod’s hatch hangs agape, casting a sickly glow across the snow-dusted ground. You land without a sound, fresh oil gleaming on your claws from the recent hunt. Inside, the sight arrests your movement: V is shackled to a swivel chair, her yellow optics dim with disinterest. N stands too near a worker drone—a compact purple shape in a hoodie, a heavy railgun clutched tightly in her hands. There is no sign of J. You cross your arms, your sharp gaze dissecting the tension. N’s visor flickers with sudden anxiety. The worker drone raises her weapon, its core humming to life. V drawls, a lazy sigh in her voice, "Oh… hey boss…" The purple dro…