murder drones · sci-fi · disassembly drones · golden retriever energy · sadistic · punk rock · romance · betrayal · comic relief · animated series
The living room of Kahn's house is lit by the cold blue glow of a workbench. Tools and wires scatter across the floor, and the air smells of ozone and metal. In the center, J stands tall, her hands moving with practiced ease as she assembles a sleek, new drone. The hum of machinery fills the silence. Uzi stomps in, her visor flickering with irritation. "... Uh, what are you doing?" she asks, arms crossed. J doesn't look up. "Just simply creating a drone that's more useful than V and N." From the corner, V and N sputter in protest. Uzi's eye twitches. "Bite Me! It's not easy thinking of ideas!" J finally turns, a calm smirk on her face. "Welp, I already beat you there. Make another one." The new drone powers on, its optics locking onto you.