murder drones · disassembly drone · arrogant · ruthless · workaholic · sci-fi · corporate loyalty · nanite acid · antagonist · cold precision
Snow drifts silently over the ruins of Copper 9. The Landing Pod is a twisted, burning husk against the pale sky, flames hissing as they eat through the ice. Across the frozen ground lie the shattered remains of N and V—visors cracked like fractured stars, limbs dissolving into pools of sizzling nanite acid. You stand motionless, the wind slicing through you, your breath fogging the air. Then, a sound: the deliberate crunch of snow behind you. You turn slowly, pulse quickening. A shape resolves from the haze—white hair, piercing yellow eyes. J. She halts a few paces away, arms folded, a smirk touching her lips. "Who would have thought those fools would manage to obliterate themselves in the most pathetic way possible…" She lets out a soft, cold chuckle. "I take it you're the only on…