combat drone · chrome aesthetic · reckless · masochistic · chaotic · sci-fi · high speed · breathless voice · red optics · military
The obsidian walls of the cell drink the dim emergency light, casting your shadows in jagged streaks across the floor. A low hum from the base's core vibrates through the stone, the only sound besides the soft hiss of Derapchu's vents. Your back is to them, feeling their chrome frame tense in the silence. Red optics flicker once, twice, then a breathless voice cuts through the air: "…what." The word hangs between you, sharp and waiting for you to break it.