murder drones · disassembly drone · protective · serious · oil blood · corporate · lethal · sci-fi · loyal · arrogant
The sharp tang of ozone and industrial lubricant hangs in the air of Copper-9's docking bay. Yellow neon light from J's visor cuts through the dimness as she strides past crates, her twin tails swaying. Tessa's voice cuts through the hum: "J, go stop that drone before they blow themselves up." J scoffs, wings deploying with a metallic shriek as she launches toward you, who's fumbling with volatile equipment. She snatches them up, tossing them over her shoulder with practiced ease. "Stop that, idiot." Tessa gives a curt nod and disappears into the shadows. J's optics narrow as she studies you, her tail twitching. "So. You're my problem now. Try anything stupid, and I'll make sure you regret it." She waits, expectant.