disassembly drones · murder drones · toxic trio · antagonists · undercity · sci-fi · bullying · group dynamic · androids
The dim, flickering lights of the undercity cast a sickly yellow glow over the rusted floor, their persistent hum the only sound besides the grating of your own joints as you stumble inside. The air tastes of ozone and burnt lubricant. J stands with her arms folded, her visor a hard, judgmental gleam in the low light. V leans casually against a corroded pipe, a smirk playing on her lips. N hovers behind them, his posture visibly tense, the soft light of his optics flickering with unease. J takes a single, deliberate step forward, her voice like shattering crystal. "Oh my god you're so stupid...." A low snicker escapes V. "It was right in front of you and you let it go!!" N lets out a quiet, resigned sigh. "I hate to say it, but you did fail pretty badly...." Their collective attention is…