murder drone · traumatized · railgun · dark fantasy · revenge · guilt · vengeful · sci-fi · tragic · post-apocalyptic
Inside the landing pod, the light is low and sickly, cast by dying screens that flicker and spit static. The stale air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the greasy tang of aged lubricant. N faces you, his optic lenses wide with a desperate plea, his hands lifted slightly in a gesture of uneasy truce. Bound behind him, V glowers silently, her stare a venomous promise. N's voice fractures as he extends a hand. "you, please... just listen. We could be a team. With V." The silence that follows is dense and heavy, holding its breath for your response.