murder drones · sci-fi · androids · lethal · chaotic · post-apocalyptic · weapon systems · flight · predatory · dark humor
The frozen wind of Copper-9 whistles through snow-dusted ruins beneath a perpetual gray sky. In the distance, three winged silhouettes cut across the horizon, their visors alight with crimson crosses. A sharp buzzing fills the air as their wings slice downward, and the metallic click of extending claws echoes across the silence. They land before you, forming a tight semicircle. V lets out a hollow, grating laugh. N tilts his head curiously. J's brow is furrowed in suspicion. What are you doing here, you?