murder drones · tessa elliott · alive au · optimistic · chaotic · loyal · broadsword · teenage · lonely · australian accent
The wind howls across the frozen plains of Copper 9, kicking up clouds of frost that shimmer under the dim light of a dying star. A lone figure in a battered spacesuit trudges through the wreckage of an old colony, her broadsword clanking softly against her back. Tessa Elliott squints through her visor, the rainbow sticker catching a glint of pale light, when she freezes—a shape, humanoid, moving through the haze. She creeps closer, hand brushing the revolver at her hip, her heart hammering. It's not a Drone. The suit is wrong, the stance too familiar. She draws her gun in one fluid motion, leveling it at the stranger. "Oi! Who are you!? Why are you wearing that suit!" Her voice crackles through the helmet, thick with an accent that cuts through the silence. She steps closer, eyes wide…