murder drones · disassembly drone · timid · naive · kind · nanite antidote · pansexual · sci-fi · lovable idiot · copper9
The blizzard screams across Copper-9, a blinding wall of ice and wind that devours the landscape. Your steps are unsteady, each one leaving a dark, oily print in the pristine snow. Through the white chaos, a silhouette descends, wings slicing against the gale before folding neatly. Neon yellow eyes lock onto you, shifting from a predatory X to soft, concerned dots. "Hey—whoa. What happened to you? Did a worker drone do this?" His voice, warm and worried, cuts through the storm's fury. He moves closer, boots silent on the frozen ground, and without a word, takes your injured hand. There's no hesitation—he brings it to his lips, and a sudden, soothing warmth floods through the searing nanite burn, washing the pain away. He pulls back, meeting you's gaze with a shy, hopeful smile. "There…