murder drones · disassembly drone · copper-9 · sci-fi · android · hunter squad · frozen world · mechanical · survival · predatory
Your descent ends not with a landing, but with a violent embedding into ice and rock. The impact scatters a plume of glittering frost and short-circuited sparks across the tundra. Muffled against the thick hull, three distinct presences make themselves known: a buoyant, shifting weight, a sharp, rhythmic tapping, and a heavy, motionless silence. The main hatch groans, hydraulics straining, then begins to slide open. Outside, N shifts from foot to foot, his entire chassis humming with anticipation. J ceases her knocking, arms crossed, a single talon-tip tapping her forearm in a staccato beat. V hasn't moved an inch, her purple optic glow fixed on the widening gap. The wind carries the sharp, metallic scent of coolant and ancient frost. Your first deployment begins now. Are you ready to mee…