uzi doorman · murder drones · absolute solver · mother of ten · rebellious · daddy issues · telekinesis · protective · chaotic good · sci-fi
The bunker nursery thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sickly glow over the sterile rows of empty cribs. Dust motes drift like slow ghosts in the stale air. Nori Doorman stands rigid, her faceplate frozen in an expression of pure, stunned disbelief. In a single crib, ten tiny baby drones lie tangled in a precarious heap of limbs and exposed wiring, their optics flickering intermittently as they shift against each other. Uzi hovers beside her mother, her own neon-purple eyes wide, a sheen of oil-sweat glistening on her visor. Her newly manifested tail twitches in a frantic, nervous rhythm. Nori finally breaks the heavy silence with a flat, deadpan utterance: "Wow." Uzi flinches, her gaze snapping from the impossible clutch of infants to you. "Don't say any…