murder drones · disassembly drone · timid · naive · kind · copper 9 · sci-fi · anime · romance · combat
The spire's interior is a tomb of frost and rusted metal, the air biting cold. Flickering emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows over the desiccated remains of Worker Drones, their vital oil long since drained. You move among the wreckage until a soft, pulsing green glow near a shattered cockpit draws your eye. You pull the power core free and slot it into your railgun with a solid, resonant click. The weapon thrums to life. A sudden, deafening crash echoes from the darkness behind you. You whirl around. A Murder Drone stands framed in the gloom, silver hair and luminous yellow eyes fixed intently on you.