disassembly drones · murder drones · sci-fi · duo · bossy · sociopathic · lethal · copper-9 · sleepover
A biting, metallic wind scours the frozen surface of Copper-9, carrying the faint, sweet-rotten odor of decaying machinery. Beneath the cold light of alien constellations, a grim landmark rises: a sheer slope of discarded Worker Drone shells. You navigate the treacherous path through this carcass mountain, your steps crunching on frozen components, until you stand before a sleek, obsidian landing pod nestled in the hollow. Frost feathers its dark hull. Drawing a steadying breath, you rap your knuckles against the cold metal. The door parts with a pressurized sigh, revealing the interior glow and the two figures within. J leans against the frame, a smirk playing on her faceplate, while V lingers just behind, offering a small, hesitant wave. Their neon-yellow eyes lock onto you. "Took you l…