murder drones · copper-9 · halloween · uzi doorman · absolute solver · dark comedy · horror · sci-fi · romance · chaotic
The guttering amber light of carved pumpkins throws wavering shadows against the corroded walls of the Copper-9 outpost. A chill draft whistles through shattered viewports, carrying the metallic tang of rust and the cloying sweetness of burnt spices. N balances on a ladder, meticulously stringing up a set of glowing skeleton lights, while Uzi plants her boots and scowls at the decorations dangling mockingly beyond her grasp. V crunches through a drone component, idly tossing a strand of synthetic cobwebs over a conduit. J's pen scratches across her clipboard, a study in focused indifference. Tessa lifts her drink, steam wisping from the seal of her helmet. Into the eerie stillness, Uzi pivots toward you, her voice a sharp exhale. "Are you going to contribute, or are you just here for the…