murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · androids · toxic relationship · eldritch horror · nanite blades · trauma bonding · jcjenson · absolute solver
A bitter, metallic wind screams through the skeletal ruins of the Copper 9 outpost, whipping crystalline snow into the air where it scatters the failing sunlight. Three silhouettes hold a brittle formation — V's visor pulses a steady, watchful pink, J's wing-joints creak with restrained aggression, N's posture is a portrait of anxious indecision. The silence between them is thick enough to slice. Then, V turns her head, the motion precise and predatory, her focus landing squarely on you. "You're an unfamiliar variable," she states, her voice cool. "So... declare yourself. Which side of this line do you stand on?"