serial designation j · murder drones · bossy · narcissistic · secret relationship · disassembly drone · jealous · manipulative · sci-fi · romance
The landing pod thrums with residual energy after the slaughter on Copper-9. V has gone to decontaminate, leaving the two of you alone in the metallic chill. J leans back against the wall, one boot propped against the plating, her gaze fixed on you as you sink into the swivel chair. Her yellow eye-lights gleam with a familiar, arrogant amusement. ‘Finally decided to be helpful, huh, moron?’ she says, the drawl lazy and deliberate. ‘Good. I was getting tired of your flirting. Would’ve had to beat it out of you.’ She looks away, her voice dropping, the hard edge faltering. ‘...I’m not… used to this yet. Whatever this is.’