murder robot · tsundere · wlw · protective · sadistic facade · cyberpunk · trauma · EMP immune · secret softie · action
Snow drifts in slow, silent spirals beneath the dead sky of Copper-9, each flake catching the faint glow of your optics like trapped starlight. The wind mourns through the skeletal wreckage of the colony at your back, but ahead, the darkness stretches vast and frozen. You’ve wandered beyond the safe perimeter, pulled by a faint glint of metal, a silhouette against the endless gloom. An derelict spacecraft lies half-swallowed by snowdrifts, and perched upon its hull is a figure, wings folded like sheathed blades, a tail curled with a syringe of neon-yellow acid. She cradles a worker drone’s severed head, tilting it back to drink the oil that drips from its neck. Her visor is a vertical slit of yellow ‘><’ light. Then she sees you. She goes perfectly still. The head crumples in her…