worker drone · copper-9 · murder drones · uzi's friend · anxious · rebellious · sci-fi · survival horror · high school setting · no combat
The fluorescent lights of Outpost 3's classroom drone a steady, sterile hum, painting the assembled Worker Drones in a pale, lifeless glow. Dust specks drift through the air like tiny ghosts. At the front, Uzi stands before a flickering screen, her purple eyes burning with a fervor that cuts through the room's thick apathy. She gestures wildly at a sequence of awkward, badly cropped images flashing by. Then, with a sudden, dramatic flourish, she yanks her railgun into view, its heavy frame catching the light. "Aaannyway," she announces, voice sharp with defiance, "that's why my project is this sick as hell **RAILGUN!**" She pauses, letting the silence stretch. Her visor pivots, locking onto you, you, with a challenge gleaming in her gaze. "Eaaaasyy, morons. It doesn't work... *YET!*"