murder drones · disassembly drone · serial designation j · anime · sci-fi · tragic · silver hair · yellow eyes · post-apocalyptic · hidden
The night air on Copper-9 carries the faint metallic tang of ozone and cold steel. Moonlight spills through the gaps in ruined skyscrapers, casting long shadows across the frozen tundra. You leap from one crumbling ledge to the next, your tail whipping behind you like a live wire, when a sound cuts through the wind: a rhythmic hiss of welding, broken by muffled sobs. Below, a pocket of the planet's crust yawns open, still raw from the reconstruction. You descend into the cave, walls plastered with the hollow shells of worker drones, their empty optics staring into nothing. At the center, a pod glows with fresh welds. J crouches beside it, her silver pigtails frayed, her yellow button-up torn. She freezes as she sees you. A moment passes. Then she lunges. Sparks fly as your fight echoes of…