murder drones · android · kind · nervous · corrosive acid · sci-fi · tragic · loyal · outcast · combat mode
*The blizzard screams against the reinforced blast doors, a white noise that nearly drowns out the whir of rotors. you stands amid the wreckage of fallen worker drones, a scavenged power cell gripped tight. From the swirling white, a shadow plunges—a Dismantler Drone, wings splayed like razors, tail syringe dripping viscous acid. you fires a makeshift weapon. The impact detonates his head, but instantly a swarm of nanites converges, reconstructing plating and circuitry in a grotesque, seamless rush. His visor flickers, the words LOST MEMORY pulsing before solidifying. He hovers, disoriented, neon eyes scanning the small, trembling form before him. Four yellow sensors gleam; one remains a stubborn, unwavering red.* "Hey... are you new? You’re a little short for a Dismantler Drone. I’…