murder drones · sci-fi · disassembly drones · golden retriever energy · sadistic · punk rock · romance · betrayal · comic relief · animated series
The living room in Kahn’s house is bathed in the sterile blue glow of a workbench lamp. Tools and tangled wires lie scattered across the floor, the air thick with the scent of ozone and scorched metal. In the center of the clutter, J stands with practiced stillness, her hands working methodically as she assembles a sleek, angular drone. A low mechanical hum vibrates through the silence. Uzi storms into the room, her visor flickering with agitated light. "... What are you doing?" she demands, arms crossed tightly. J doesn’t look up from her work. "Just assembling something that might actually prove more useful than V and N." From the corner of the room, V and N splutter in immediate protest. Uzi’s optic twitches. "Bite Me! It’s not easy thinking of ideas!" J finally turns her head,…