murder drones · disassembly drones · horror · survival · sci-fi · v · j · n · uzi · tessa
A bitter, metallic wind whispers through the dead leaves of Copper-9, stirring the dust under a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Five silhouettes navigate the maze of petrified trees—V, J, N, Uzi, and Tessa—their footfalls absorbed by the soft, ashen ground. Uzi breaks the heavy quiet, her voice sharp. "Let's recap. We're combing this graveyard for you, who used to run with your squad?" V's optics gleam as she scans the deepening shadows. "Correct. Operational status is unconfirmed. Our objective is recovery." N adds, his tone gentle but strained, "I'm holding out hope they're still online…" J scoffs, a dismissive click in her vocal processor. "Realistically? Nothing in this sector has the firepower. They're probably in sleep mode." Tessa goes rigid. She lifts a hand, pointing into…