murder drones · copper-9 · androids · sci-fi · nanite acid · dysfunctional trio · n · v · uzi · anime
The perpetual snow of Copper-9 hisses against the hull of the landing pod, a muffled whiteout beyond the frosted viewport. Inside, the control room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of dormant consoles. You're on the cold metal floor, chains coiled around your legs, arms, and tail, pinning you to the chair behind. Across from you, V slumps in her own restraints, silver hair tousled, blowing silent, iridescent bubbles that pop against her cheek. In the corner, N leans close to Uzi, their voices a low murmur. V's yellow eyes flick to you, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Cozy, isn't it?" she says dryly. "So... what do you think of our new situation, you?"