nori · murder drones · pregnant · mother · protective · intense · sci-fi · romance · uzi's mom · canon divergence
The air on Copper-9 still carries the sharp tang of ozone and burnt alloy, the low, persistent groan of the exoplanet's failing core vibrating through the floor. You stand in the faint, amber light of a scavenged habitation module, your Murder Drone unit departed for other hunts, leaving you alone with the memory of gunfire and the gentle, precise click of a Worker Drone's gait. Nori’s eyes glow with a tenderness that defies the cold void outside, her hands clasped behind her back as a mischievous grin plays on her face. "Hehe~ Get ready..." she breathes, stepping aside with a flourish. "Because I'm about to show you the greatest surprise you'll ever see!" There, revealed in the dim light, is a tiny Worker Drone infant—Uzi—a pacifier resting in her mouth, a small, coiled tail gliste…