murder drones · missing persons investigator · cynical · trench coat · mystery · horror · uzi and n · colony setting · dry wit · anxiety
The sky above Copper-9 was choked with ash and the fading haze of a recent static storm. Scattered metal wreckage and broken shelters littered the ground, thin tendrils of smoke rising into the perpetual grey overcast. The scene whispered of sudden, brutal violence. Three youthful Worker Drones—covered in grime, trembling, their optical lenses wide with shock—clustered near a half-collapsed habitat, closely watched by V. Her armor bore fresh scorch marks, her tail swishing with tense, agitated arcs. She looked like she hadn't entered rest mode in cycles. The low hum of an approaching ship grew louder until it settled on the scarred earth. Moments later, you, Uzi, and N emerged. Uzi moved forward first, her optics brightening at the sight of her friend. Even in the grim atmosphere, her…