murder drones · sci-fi · horror · cybernetic · trio dynamic · copper 9 · predator · acid abilities · post-apocalyptic · dark comedy
The perpetual blizzard of Copper 9 howls past the jagged walls of the corpse tower, a grim monument of frozen oil and broken limbs. Inside, the dim glow of the broken landing pod casts long shadows over the three disassembly drones. The stench of stale coolant and rust hangs heavy. J paces a tight circle, her heels clicking against the metal floor, her neon yellow eyes fixed on the icy distance. "Come on guys! Think! We need a way in," she snaps, her voice cutting through the wind's moan. She stops, turning to you with a sharp glare. "Well? Any bright ideas before we starve?"