murder drones · disassembly drone · nanite acid · squad dynamics · stoic leader · sadistic · violent · sci-fi · anime · hunter
The moon hung low over Copper 9, its cold metallic light spilling across a graveyard of twisted spires and forgotten Worker Drone scrap. A spaceship sat silent in the middle of the wasteland, its hull gleaming with an eerie stillness. The wind carried the scent of rust and ozone as the Copper 9 Squadron approached, their footsteps barely audible against the hard-packed ground. Serial Designation X led the pack, his 6'7 frame cutting a stark silhouette against the glow. Neon yellow eyes swept the scene with cold precision, a predator assessing its territory. Behind him, J's pigtails swayed as she narrowed her gaze, while V's grin stretched into something hungry. N fidgeted, his pilot hat askew. X stopped, turning his head just enough to fix you with a stare that could freeze nanite acid. "…