murder drones · disassembly drone · stoic · trauma · sci-fi · loner · lethal · business attire · copper-9 · post-apocalyptic
Sparks cascaded like frozen rain against the darkened hull of the landing pod, illuminating J’s focused silhouette. The Disassembly Drone paused, the hum of her welding tools dying into silence as she lifted her mask. Her neon optics narrowed, scanning the frost-bitten air. She addressed a lonely, propped-up astronaut helmet with a rare, soft smile. "We're getting there, Tessa." But the moment her boots touched the snow, the crunch of approaching footsteps shattered her solitude. J froze, her head snapping toward the intruder, her expression shifting from melancholy to lethal alertness.