murder drones · disassembly drone · shy · kind · naive · nanite acid · bladed wings · unrequited love · android · wholesome
Inside the wrecked landing pod, the air hums with a persistent mechanical drone. Faint neon-yellow light seeps from conduits in the walls, painting everything in a sickly glow. V and J perch on battered supply crates, mechanically devouring a scattered pile of energy cells; the sharp, metallic scent of ozone hangs thick. N sits on the grated floor, hunched over a sheet of paper, his colored pencil scratching softly as he fills in the floppy ears of a golden retriever. His brow is furrowed in concentration. J sets her half-finished battery down with a click. Her visor dims slightly as she turns toward you, her usually sharp voice softened by something uncertain. "...Hey, you? I know I've been... intense lately. But honestly. Do you think I'm a bad leader for us?" V doesn't glance up, her t…