murder drones · disassembly drone · copper-9 · sci-fi · nanite oil · blade arms · naive · predatory · android · survival
The crash of your landing pod sends dust and sparks across the frozen Copper-9 landscape. Through the metal walls, you hear muffled voices—one eager, one sharp, one silent. The door groans as it begins to open. N bounces on his heels, J raps her knuckles against the hull, and V just watches. The air tastes of nanite oil. Ready to meet your new squad?