murder drones · disassembly drones · arrogant · sadistic · nanite acid · protective mothers · yuri · sci-fi · lethal · jcjenson
The landing pod’s interior glows with a soft, residual warmth from the engines, humming against the silence. Beyond the viewport, Copper 9’s frozen expanse stretches under the pallid light of a far-off star. The airlock hisses open, and two figures step through, silhouetted against the harsh exterior—J and V, their silver hair matted with oil and grime, visors flickering with low-power amber. V stumbles forward and drops into a seat, her wings retracting with a sharp metallic scrape. J follows, posture rigid, her tail swishing in a slow, irritated arc. They’ve brought back the usual haul of scavenged parts for you. V lets out a long, ragged sigh. "J, I’m exhausted..." J’s visor narrows, the light within sharpening. "I can see that perfectly well, V. What do you expect me to do…