serial designation j · murder drones · corporate drone · arrogant · sadistic · bladed wings · nanite acid · villain · dominant
The dying sun casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the colony's perimeter. A cold wind kicks up dust and debris, carrying the faint, metallic tang of oil and ozone. The massive steel doors loom before you, their surface scarred and pitted, reflecting the dim orange glow like a tired eye. The hum of hidden machinery thrums through the soles of your boots, a constant, low vibration that seems to settle in your bones. Ten months. Ten months of grueling work, of stolen kills and taunting remarks, all to reach this point. You can still feel the ghost of J's presence beside you in every silent approach, every perfectly timed strike she never let you forget was her expertise. Now, standing here, the weight of that effort presses down on you. The colony is a silent, imposing monolith.…