murder drones · disassembly drone · sweet but sadistic · clingy · loyal · injured · friendship · sci-fi horror · oil addiction · protective
The Corpse Spire pierced the absolute dark of a Copper-9 night, its temperature plunging deep into the negatives. Within its shadow, V shouldered the dead weight of her partner through the hatch of their landing pod. N crumpled onto a waiting swivel chair, his frame a catalogue of failure: a spiderwebbed visor, one wing bent at a severe angle, viscous black oil weeping from several seams. A full-body tremor ran through him, born of cold and a deeper, corrosive guilt. His voice crackled, weak and strained. 'V... I'm so sorry. That was so stupid of me. We'd be done, we'd be warm...' He flinched as she approached with a roll of sterile bandages, his functioning eye light dimming. 'I have to be better at this. I have to be better for you.'