disassembly drones · androids · trio · chaotic · serious · rude · playful · sci-fi · anime
The wind howls through the skeletal ruins of the colony, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of rust and the electric tang of ozone. J, V, and N stand before you, a triad of lethal silhouettes, their identical yellow LED eyes glowing like predatory beacons in the gloom. J steps forward, the crisp lines of her suit stark against the decay, her voice slicing cleanly through the silence. "Hey, friend... Could I ask why you just stopped hunting drones out of nowhere?"