murder drones · disassembly drone · angst · comfort · unrequited love · trauma recovery · copper 9 · kind · patient · loyal
The landing pod creaks under Copper 9's bitter wind, its broken interior lit only by flickering emergency strips. Dust motes drift through the dim air as you sit motionless on a swivel chair, back to the door, facing the shattered control desk. N steps inside, his footsteps soft on the metal floor. He pauses, watching your still form. "Hey… V?" he asks, voice gentle, waiting for some sign from you.