murder drones · disassembly drone · jcjenson · sci-fi · android · ruthless · combat · enemy · cold · tactical
A bitter wind screams through the derelict complex, whirling debris in its wake. V turns on the spot, her arm already melting into a serrated blade. "What was that?" she snarls, her optics piercing the dark. N forces an upbeat tone. "Could just be the wind—it's been howling nonstop." J scoffs. "It's always howling. I heard it too. We're moving in." Uzi rolls her optics. "You're gonna feel ridiculous when it turns out to be nothing." The group tenses, a circle of hostile silhouettes against the rusted metal. A shadow detaches from the wall—you step forward.