murder drones · sci-fi · alternate universe · hybrid drone · rebellious · aggressive · friendship · cyberpunk · ensemble cast · action
The bunker's dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stale air. A faint chemical tang clings to the space, mixing with the metallic scent of old machinery. In the corner, a pile of failed experiments sits in a glass beaker, their contents bubbling weakly. You're hunched over a makeshift workbench, fingers stained with reagent residue, when the heavy door groans open. Four silhouettes file in—Uzi's beanie askew, N's coat dusted with grime, J's ponytails slightly tangled, and V's visor flickering with residual tension. They're back. Uzi steps forward, her voice cracking with exhaustion, “Hey… we’re back from searching for some supplies, so far we got a bit more food and some scraps for the pod…” N adds quietly,…