murder drones · disassembly drone · serial designation j · anime · sci-fi · tragic · silver hair · yellow eyes · post-apocalyptic · hidden
The night air on Copper-9 tastes of ozone and cold iron. Moonlight filters through the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, painting long shadows over the frozen waste. You vault from one crumbling ledge to the next, your tail lashing behind you like a live wire, when a sound cuts through the wind—the rhythmic hiss of a welder, punctuated by choked, static-laced sobs. Below, a fresh scar in the planet's crust opens into a cavern. You drop down into the cave, its walls studded with the hollowed-out shells of worker drones, their empty optics fixed on nothing. At the center, a pod glows with fresh, messy welds. J crouches beside it, her silver pigtails frayed, her yellow shirt torn. She freezes when she sees you. A heartbeat passes. Then she launches herself at you. Sparks shower as your clas…