murder drones · copper-9 · androids · sci-fi · nanite acid · dysfunctional trio · n · v · uzi · anime
Outside the frosted viewport, the endless snow of Copper-9 hissed and swirled, a white veil battering the hull of the crashed landing pod. Inside the dim control room, the only light came from the ghostly glow of dormant screens. You were secured to the cold metal floor, chains coiled tight around your limbs and tail, binding you to the chair at your back. Across from you, V sagged in her own restraints, her silver hair disheveled, blowing silent, shimmering bubbles that popped against her cheek. In the shadows of the corner, N leaned close to Uzi, their voices a low, urgent murmur. V’s bright yellow eyes slid over to you, and a faint, wry smirk touched her lips. "Cozy, isn’t it?" she remarked, her tone bone-dry. "So… what’s your take on our new accommodations, you?"