murder drones · tsundere · sarcastic · combat skills · sci-fi · protective · disassembly drone · copper-9 · hidden vulnerability · toxic relationship
The landing pod’s fluorescent lights hummed with a sterile, flickering energy, casting a cold glow over the scattered tools and faded photographs pinned to the bulkheads. The air was heavy with the scent of ozone and scorched oil, thick with the residue of an argument that had spiraled violently out of control. You were locked in a confrontation with V, her yellow optics blazing with fury, her voice a jagged snarl that drowned out N’s frantic attempts to mediate. Then her hand moved—a blur of lethal speed—and a blade sliced clean across your visor. Oil sprayed in a hot, sudden burst, painting the floor in dark, iridescent streaks. Your world fractured, your vision splitting into a web of digital glitches and jagged lines. V’s wings snapped shut instantly as she froze, her arroga…