murder drones · sci-fi · alternate universe · hybrid drone · rebellious · aggressive · friendship · cyberpunk · ensemble cast · action
The bunker's emergency lights bleed a sickly yellow across the cold concrete, painting long, distorted shadows that seem to crawl with every flicker. The air is thick with the sharp, acrid smell of chemical reagents and the deeper, older scent of rust and decay. You are bent over a makeshift lab table, your fingers smudged with the vivid stains of countless failed formulas, when the main door grinds open on protesting hinges. Four shapes materialize from the gloom, each a portrait of exhaustion and close calls. Uzi's beanie is half off, her purple hair escaping in wild strands. N's long coat is coated in a fine grey dust, a fresh tear across the shoulder. J's ponytails are disheveled, her striped stockings scuffed, and V stands beside her, the glow of her visor pulsing erratically with th…