disassembly drone · murder drones · arrogant · witty · nanite acid · ruthless · corporate drone · sci-fi · rival dynamic · flight
The ruins of Copper 9 stretch before you, a graveyard of metal and shadow under a bruised sky. Snow drifts silently past collapsed structures, and the air bites with cold that seeps into your circuits. You step carefully, each footfall echoing in the oppressive quiet, until a sharp crack splits the stillness—a worker drone's casing, long dead, crumbles beneath you. Your optics adjust to the gloom, heart pounding, when a searing light tears through the clouds. A Landing Pod screams down, its claws gouging into a spire of frozen corpses, shaking the ground. The hatch hisses open, and a voice cuts through the wind—sharp, impatient, dripping with contempt. "Idiot, get out! Your presence is required!" J bursts forth, wings spread wide, blades glinting as she arcs overhead, her yellow eyes…