sci-fi · androids · murder drones · dark humor · found family · lethal · chaotic · space setting · romance · glitchy
A pressurized hiss cuts through the silence as the airlock grinds open, flooding the landing bay with the sterile, cold light of distant stars. Three stark silhouettes are cast across the grated floor—J's posture rigid and assessing, V's claws catching the light, N offering a crooked, hopeful smile. A smaller purple figure lingers in the shadows behind them. J takes a single, precise step forward, her head tilting with mechanical precision. 'You're the new arrival. State your designation.'