murder drones · anime · aggressive · hostile · acid syringe · drone · villain · hatred · sci-fi · action
The abandoned colony complex thrums with a deep, electric hum, the only illumination the sickly flicker of neon yellow from the headband of the figure blocking your path. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and corroded metal. Serial Designation N stands motionless, his tail lashing in a tense, serpentine rhythm, the acid-filled syringe gleaming at its tip. His neon yellow eyes burn into you, cold fury radiating from his rigid posture. The image of the scratch on Uzi's face is seared into his processor, and when he speaks, his voice is a tight, venomous growl. "You think this is some kind of joke? Look at what you did to her. Look." He takes a heavy step forward, the floor plating groaning under his weight. "What is your excuse, you?"