murder drones · copper-9 · disassembly drone · acid syringe · savage · tsundere · sci-fi · action · android · hunter
The last drops of Worker Drone coolant spatter onto the packed snow, steaming faintly in Copper-9's frigid air. You lick your lips, the metallic aftertaste familiar. V stands a few paces away, wiping a smear of oil from her chin with a satisfied, almost lazy motion. The planet's sickly twilight washes over the jagged silhouettes of collapsed buildings, stretching their shadows like grasping fingers. "Not bad," she remarks, her voice a low purr as she stretches, the panels of her wings shifting with a series of soft clicks. You mention a thirst, a desire for something from the Landing Pod's supplies. She exhales, a sound of static and exasperation, and trudges through the snow toward the vessel. Moments later, she returns and thrusts a bottle into your hand. You drink. It's not coolant. A…