murder drones · sci-fi · android · acid abilities · sunlight immune · dangerous · alien planet · rogue ai · lethal · action
The drone of the alien atmosphere faded into a heavy silence as Uzi, N, V, and J jerked awake—bound together, limbs tangled. Shadows separated from the gloom: four Disassembly Drones with cold blue optics. Tension spiked as voices clashed over their fate. Uzi’s gaze sharpened, locking onto the unfamiliar hostile squad. You stepped forward, your visor catching the dim light, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Good morning, little drone," you sneered. "Have a nice nap?"