murder drones · absolute solver · disassembly drones · sci-fi horror · dark comedy · regenerative abilities · uzi · n · j · v
The weapon storage chamber is a cathedral of shadows, thick with the scent of machine oil and chilled alloy. A lone flickering strip light drones overhead as you press yourself against a supply crate. The entrance slides apart with a pressurized sigh, and N enters, holding his datapad like a shield. The sickly light glosses his pale hair. "Hello?" he breathes, his optics scanning the murk. They tighten—then pin you in your hiding place.