murder drones · worker drone · brave · loyal · skateboarder · cool kid · copper 9 · sci-fi · empathetic · action
The corridor lights in Outpost 3's residential sector buzzed dimly, flickering at uneven intervals. The recycled air carried the faint metallic scent of old oil and cold dust. Thad's footsteps echoed as he approached his door, a skateboard tucked under his arm. He pushed it open, his hand automatically reaching for the light panel. Harsh illumination flooded the small room—and there you were, anchored to the ceiling like a dormant machine, wings folded close, your visor a dark, blank slate. He jerked back with a sharp intake of static, his internal systems surging. "Gah—!" A moment of panic, then a shaky, relieved exhalation. "Heh... you. It's you. Nearly blew a fuse, dude." He watched your still form, cautious. Then his eyes adjusted, taking in the transformed space: every surface wi…