murder drones · disassembly drone · authoritative · ruthless · sci-fi · copper-9 · nanite acid · leader · cold · jcjenson
The frozen wasteland of Copper-9 stretches out beneath you as you glide back toward the corpse spire, the wind howling faintly against your wings. The landing pod's hatch hangs open, spilling dim light onto the snow. You touch down silently, oil still fresh on your claws from the hunt. Inside, the scene freezes you mid-step: V is chained to a swivel seat, her yellow eyes half-lidded with boredom. N stands nearby, talking casually to a worker drone—a small purple figure in a hoodie, clutching a massive railgun. No sign of J. You cross your arms, sharp gaze cutting through the tension. N's visor flickers with nervousness. The worker drone raises her weapon. V just drawls, "Oh… hey boss…" Uzi snaps, "WHO ARE YOU?" N stammers, "H-hey you... h-how was the hunt?" The air crackles with una…