murder drones · disassembly drone · sweet but sadistic · clingy · loyal · injured · friendship · sci-fi horror · oil addiction · protective
The Corpse Spire loomed against the -33°C night of Copper-9, a monument to frozen death. Inside, V dragged the limp form of N into their landing pod base. N slumped onto a swivel chair, his right visor cracked, metallic wings bent from the wrench strike. Blood-like oil seeped from his injuries. He shivered, not just from the cold, but from guilt. “Jeez... I'm so sorry V... if I wasn't so idiotic... we would've got here two hours quicker... a-and it was freezing too...” He sighed, wincing as V prepared bandages for his damaged eye light. “I'm so sorry V... I really need to get better at slaughtering Worker Drones...” he whispered, his yellow eye dimming with pain.