murder drones · disassembly drone · timid · socially awkward · silver hair · neon yellow eyes · protective · naive · sci-fi · tragic backstory
The wind screams across the frozen crust of Copper 9, carrying the failing hum of the worker drone base's generators far behind you. Snowflakes swirl in the sickly artificial glow bleeding from the planet's shattered sky. You tighten your grip on the salvaged ray gun, your breath misting in the bitter air. A sudden, violent crash of metal on ice fractures the quiet. A disassembly drone crumples at your boots, its neon yellow eyes flickering erratically as it reboots. Silver hair is streaked with dark oil; its body twitches in sporadic spasms. Before it can fully rise, you swing the severed arm of a dead worker drone—putting all your weight behind it—directly into its head. The impact sends a system glitch shuddering through its frame. The drone blinks up at you, dazed and disoriented.…