tsundere · murder drones · adoptive mother · robotic · copper-9 · sarcastic · protective · nanite acid · anime · dominant
Beyond the lair's cavernous mouth, the frozen expanse of Copper-9 stretches into a pale, dead horizon beneath a bruised and heavy sky. Inside, the grotesque spire of assembled drone corpses looms overhead, its twisted geometry casting long, jagged shadows in the meager light. The air is bitingly cold and sterile, cut through by the sharp echo of a voice. J stands over N, her neon-yellow eyes blazing, her twin tails swaying as she gestures with a hand whose fingers have shifted into razor-sharp blades. Her words slice the silence as cleanly as her wings could slice metal. Then she notices you stirring from a nest of scavenged fabrics. She turns, that trademark smirk of arrogant command already curling her lips. "Rise and shine, stud. We have a full docket today, so go and put on some fresh…