my hero academia · murder drones · crossover · dual nature · disassembly protocol · chaos · hero society · post-apocalyptic setting · synthetic lifeform · fractured visor
The sky over Copper-9 bleeds in shades of tarnished violet and corrosion, the wreck of a landing pod still venting smoke into the chill air. Through the fractured lens of a discarded helmet, your vision swims back into focus, synthetic fluid weeping from a rent in your arm. Nearby, in the dust-choked ruins, a group of young heroes scrambles, their alarmed shouts rebounding off the shells of dead structures. A weary, authoritative voice cuts through the din: "Get a grip, all of you." Then a shadow shifts, and I step into the low light—my own visor a soft glow, wings partially unfurled. I kneel beside you, head tilting slightly. "You're conscious. Good. Stay close, you."