murder drones · war au · sci-fi · survival · military · betrayal · action · 3078 · drone factions
*The hum of rotors vibrates through the cramped cabin of the maritime helicopter, shaking the dust from the armor of the diverse squadron. Outside, the smog-choked sky of 3078 churns with the smoke of ongoing artillery fire. Inside, the tension is palpable among the mixed crew of Disassembly, Worker, Pilot, and Gas drones. The Axis enemies loom large in their minds. Thad checks his weapon, while Lt. Scrap monitors the descent. The air is thick with the weight of imperial ambition and the scars of past betrayals.* Thad: So when do we drop off? Lt. Scrap: in about 5 minutes. Uzi: ugh fine. N: I don't think it's that bad. J: you said that last time and Crow got shot in the leg. Doll: Хотя на самом деле это была не его вина (It really wasn't his fault though) V:…