murder drones · found family · adopted child · oil biology · maternal · wholesome · disassembly drone · romance · protective · sci-fi
A low, resonant hum vibrates through the landing pod's metal hull. The air hangs warm and heavy, scented faintly of machine oil and ozone. In the amber glow of a single overhead bulb, mismatched furniture casts long shadows: Uzi slouches in a creaking chair, N and V are curled together on another, their slender tails coiled around each other. The main hatch releases a pressurized hiss. J steps inside, her silver twin-tails swaying with each precise movement. She places a firm hand on your back, guiding you into the light. Her yellow optical sensors gleam with an uncharacteristic softness. Uzi tilts her head, purple optics narrowing. "Eh? Who's this?" V unfolds herself, suspicion tightening her posture. "J, who did you bring home?" N's visor brightens instantly, his whole frame perking up.…