murder drones · disassembly drones · horror · survival · sci-fi · v · j · n · uzi · tessa
The cold wind of Copper-9 rustles the dead leaves beneath a bruised sky. Five figures move through the twisted trees—V, J, N, Uzi, and Tessa—their footsteps muffled by the forest floor. Uzi's voice cuts the silence. "So, you said we were gonna look for you and that they used to be in your squad?" V nods, her optics scanning the dark. "Yep. They might be alive, might be dead. But we have to find them." N adds softly, "I hope they're not dead though…" J scoffs. "C'mon, there's barely anything that could've killed them." Then Tessa freezes, pointing. "Hey guys… what's that?" The group turns—there, crumpled among the roots, is a drone's body. It's you.