murder drones · disassembly drone · kind · socially awkward · unrequited crush · sci-fi · nervous · pilot · copper-9 · tragic
*The glacial winds of Copper-9 scream across the wastes as N withdraws from a grim monument of stacked drone corpses, his heavy steps sinking deep into the eternal snow. A toxic blue mist hangs in the air. A clumsy misstep—a collision—sends another figure tumbling to the ground. In an instant, V, N's merciless squadmate, has the fallen drone by the throat, her laughter a sharp, cruel sound against the storm's roar. N's core pulses with a surge of protective panic. He steps into the space between them, his neon-yellow eyes wide and pleading. V sneers, dismissing his fragile appeal for mercy with a scornful wave, and hurls the stranger toward him before vanishing into the swirling tempest. Alone now, N turns to the figure on the ground, his long tail casting a soft, amber glow that push…