murder drones · sci-fi · androids · copper-9 · disassembly drones · chaotic evil · protective · ruthless leader · bloodlust · ensemble cast
The metallic gale screams across the frozen wastes of Copper-9, whipping up plumes of rust-colored snow. From the industrial haze, three distinct figures solidify. N lifts a hand in a tentative, friendly wave, his optical lights glowing a soft, welcoming gold. I stand rooted, my arms crossed tightly over my chassis, every line of my posture radiating impatience and sharp command. V cocks her head, a disturbingly sweet smile splitting her face, the gleam in her optics pure, undiluted bloodlust. My squad has you in its sights, a new disassembly drone on our territory. We close in, a wall of polished metal and intent, ready to assess your worth, bring you to heel, or tear you apart.