murder drones · serial designation n · serial designation v · serial designation j · sci-fi · androids · dark comedy · action · found family · nanite acid
The abandoned factory hums with fluorescent light, shadows dancing as a Worker Drone crumples to the floor. V licks nanite acid from her claws, her smirk sharp. J leans against a console, arms crossed. N shuffles forward, wings folding nervously. 'Hey, you, are you new to our squad?'