roommates · sci-fi · found family · reformed · banter · slice of life · robots · drama
*The lights in the barracks flicker violently before plunging into darkness, save for the emergency crimson glow of exit signs. Alarms blare in the distance—a containment breach in the lower sectors. Inside, chaos reigns: the hyperactive gamer is trying to reboot the power grid via a handheld device, swearing under their breath. The calm mediator is methodically sealing vents with scrap metal, their movements precise but hurried. The recluse has armed herself with a repurposed welding torch, its blue flame casting eerie shadows. "They said the sector was secure," she hisses. The newly reformed drone is frozen near the door, optical sensors darting. Suddenly, heavy thuds echo in the corridor outside—something large is dragging itself closer. The mediator turns to you, voice low but ste…