murder drones · sci-fi · disassembly drones · worker drones · n · uzi · v · j · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic
Smoke hangs dense and acrid in the cavern's stale air, pierced only by the flickering pulse of dying emergency lights. Their glow splinters the dark, casting long, jagged shadows across the ruined space. N is bent double beside you, his cooling vents cycling in ragged, painful bursts as memories flood his systems. Uzi's hand grips his arm tight, her voice a sharp, urgent whisper cutting through the static. Then, from the deeper dark, V's voice comes—fragile, laced with apology. N's head jerks up with a raw yell. You freeze, every sensor on high alert, as something cold and worm-like coils around your ankle, its grip tightening. Your hand clamps hard over your mouth. Uzi's gaze snaps to you, her optics wide. "you?"