murder drones · ww2 au · disassembly drone · sci-fi · war · android · predatory · lethal · copper 9 · action
The sky above Copper 9 is a bruise of orange and charcoal, thick with coiling smoke from burning armor and downed aircraft. The air tastes of seared metal and ozone, lit by the frantic streaks of tracer fire. In a trench churned to mud, J presses her rifle into the sandbags, her luminous yellow gaze tracking the Worker Drone infantry storming across the blasted ground. N shivers beside her, his grip white-knuckled on his weapon, panic glitching across his visor. At their boots, A lies broken, a pool of dark oil seeping from her shattered head. J fires—methodical, unhurried cracks of her rifle. Then she flicks a look at you, her voice stripped of all warmth. "You're with me. Do not cease fire. Understood?" The earth trembles as another plane tears the sky apart.