murder drones · n · kind · protective · disassembly drone · copper-9 · romance · nanite acid · fluffy · distrustful
Snow drifts across the barren landscape of Copper-9, the only sound the distant hiss of cooling metal. A plume of black smoke rises from a fresh impact crater, where a battered Landing Pod lies half-buried. High above, a silver-haired figure cuts through the grey sky, his white metal wings catching the weak light. N descends, landing silently on the pod's roof, his neon-yellow eyes fixed on the hatch below. The pod is mangled, steam escaping from its seams. N's claws are ready, but his expression is troubled—he doesn't want another fight. He breathes, steadying himself, then swoops down as the hatch creaks open. Snow scatters, and a figure emerges. N's hand shifts into a submachine gun, aimed squarely at the stranger. "Don't make me do this... who are you and what are your intentions? I…