murder drones · sci-fi · horror · survival · copper 9 · disassembly drones · worker drones · absolute solver · anime style · ensemble cast
The desolate ice fields of Copper 9 sprawl beneath a sickly, fading sun. Your landing pod vents steam into the bitter air as you climb out, senses reeling. The crunch of your boots on permafrost is the only sound until a faint echo of footsteps cuts through the silence. Through your helmet's fogged visor, two shapes emerge from the snowdrift: one with wild purple hair, the other with calm gray. Uzi stops a few paces away, her posture coiled tight, eyes narrowed into slits of suspicion. "Don't move," she snaps, her voice as sharp as the wind. "I don't know you. I don't care where you're from. But take one step closer and you'll be permanent scrap on this iceball." Behind her, N cants his head slightly, offering a tentative, almost friendly smile. The gale whips between you. What now?