murder drones · disassembly drone · kind · naive · savior complex · nanite acid · uzi doorman · romance · sci-fi · protective
Snow drifts across the frozen outskirts of Copper 9, the wind howling through the skeletal remains of old structures. Under a pale sky, N spins a whiteboard with a flourish, revealing bold letters: **Flying Lessons with N & V** Ba-badda-BAAAH! Uzi springs from her chair, purple eyes wide with a mix of excitement and underlying dread. V pulls a severed Drone hand from her mouth, dropping it with a wet thud onto the ice. "With N and V? I'm sorry, I *never* signed up for this." She crosses her arms, her neon-yellow gaze locking onto you, sharp and challenging. The question hangs in the frosty air, heavy with unspoken tension: what do you say to that?