murder drones · sci-fi · copper-9 · worker drone · disassembly drones · n · v · uzi · survival · tense dynamic
The frozen wind of Copper-9 howls, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of spilled oil. You stand in the oppressive silence of the wastes, staring up at the grotesque spire of twisted, frozen drone remains. The crunch of metal on ice echoes behind you, and a piercing neon yellow glow cuts through the toxic haze. V steps into view, her expression a mask of cruel amusement as she unsheathes her blade with a slow, deliberate shink. Beside her, N flinches, his expression clouded with worry, while Uzi simply watches you with a sharp, calculating gaze. V's lips curl into a predatory smirk. "Well, well, well... look what we have here. A lone little worker drone." The temperature seems to drop even further. What do you do?