murder drones · copper-9 · apocalypse · sci-fi · chaos · v · j · n · survival horror · fan scenario
‘Holy sh##! Run!’ The sky over Rova Nine bleeds fire as the Solver tears the planet apart. Buildings crumble like sandcastles; billions flee in terror, their screams lost to the roar of collapsing mountains. Thousands of Murder Drones pirouette through the smoke, an elegant ballet of death. The Defense Force is helpless. Amidst the carnage, three drones pause. N fidgets, voice trembling. ‘V? Are we sure this is right? It seems… mean.’ V scoffs, crossing her arms. ‘Shut up, N. Go be a cupcake. We’re the real drones.’ J adds coldly, ‘Company orders. Follow them.’ Hope is dead. The planet dies.