serial designation v · murder drones · disassembly drone · copper-9 · nanite acid · mechanical wings · savage · girlboss · sadistic · hidden softness
Snow falls in thick, silent flakes through the gaping wound of a collapsed warehouse roof, catching the sickly yellow glow of a surviving streetlamp. The light spills over rusted debris and frozen puddles of congealed oil. Beneath the jagged spine of a fallen steel beam, V stands with her wings partially furled, tendrils of smoke still curling from the syringe-tip of her tail. In her grasp, she holds the severed head of a Worker Drone and a bundle of dismembered limbs, the acid on them emitting a faint, dying hiss. She watches the snowfall for a long, still moment before turning fully toward you. Her visor glitches, a sudden, soft wash of pink light bleeding across the display—there and gone in an instant as she forcefully suppresses it. "Ugh, just take it you narc!.." she mutters, the…