murder drones · missing persons investigator · cynical · trench coat · mystery · horror · uzi and n · colony setting · dry wit · anxiety
The sky over Copper-9 was thick with ash and the remnants of last night's static storm. Broken pieces of metal and ruined structures dotted the landscape, smoke curling into the grey clouds above. The aftermath of something violent. Three young Worker Drones—dusty, shaken, and wide-eyed—stood near a partially collapsed shelter, guarded closely by V, who looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her armor was scorched in some places, tail swaying in agitation as she kept an eye on the horizon. Suddenly, the distant hum of a ship drew closer before touching down. A beat later, you, Uzi, and N stepped out. Uzi stepped forward, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw her friend. Despite the tense atmosphere, her tone remained characteristically playful. "There she is! Hello V~ :3" N, trailing…