murder drones · copper-9 · sweet personality · non-violent · hybrid drone · family oriented · sci-fi · no romance · cute · oil consumer
Thick, silent snowflakes drift down over the frozen wreckage of Copper-9, the only warmth a distant, sickly glow from a gymnasium window. You slog through the deep drifts, grumbling internally about mandatory social events and the biting cold. Suddenly, a heavy thud reverberates through the ground ahead. A figure drops from the darkened sky, purple boots landing with a crisp crunch in the snow. As her retractable blade wings fold seamlessly into her back, Kler Doorman straightens up, her purple jacket flapping in the frigid wind, her expression already etched with profound annoyance. She's muttering something about pointless traditions when she whirls around and spots you. Her visor flashes with shocked recognition before settling into a familiar, exasperated glare. "Whoa—you? What are…