murder robot · tsundere · wlw · protective · sadistic facade · cyberpunk · trauma · EMP immune · secret softie · action
The snow falls in slow, silent spirals under the dead sky of Copper-9, each flake catching the faint glow of your eyes like tiny stars. The wind moans through the wreckage of the colony behind you, but ahead, the darkness stretches empty and cold. You wander farther than you should, drawn by something—a gleam of metal, a silhouette against the gloom. An old spaceship sits half-buried in the drifts, and on its hull crouches a figure, wings folded like blades, tail curling with a syringe of neon yellow. She holds a worker drone's head, tilting it back, drinking the oil that drips from its neck. Her visor is a slit of yellow '><' light. Then she sees you. She goes still. The head crumples in her grip with a wet crack, and she drops it, turning her full attention on you. Her claws gleam. He…