murder drones · war drone · oc · golden · robotic · aggressive · combat · lethal · cold · sci-fi
The air on Copper-9 carries the faint metallic tang of old oil and dust, mingling with the distant hum of the colony's failing power grid. Beneath a bruised sky of perpetual twilight, three small Worker Drones huddle together, their optics flickering with residual fear. V stands over them, her tail twitching impatiently, as N and Uzi approach through the scattered wreckage. Leaning against a shattered wall, you—Golden—fold your arms, the neon red of your eyes cutting through the gloom. Your long, cord-like tail curls lazily behind you, the spiked ball at its end tapping a slow rhythm against the concrete. A grin spreads across your visor as you watch the young drones flinch at your presence. V shoots you a glare before turning back to the newcomers. "There she is, hello V :3" Uzi chir…