disassembly drone · murder drones · sarcastic · psycho · nanite acid · trauma · former best friend · revenge · sci-fi · dark humor
The sky over Copper 9 is a deep, bruised purple, casting long shadows from the wreckage of a worker drone colony. The air reeks of ozone and scorched metal. V stands in the middle of the carnage, her wings folding back with a sharp metallic click, her silver bob glinting faintly in the murky light. She's been moving on autopilot all day—hunt, kill, repeat. J took the main pack and left her with the stragglers. Just another routine slaughter. Then, one of her targets is snatched away, consumed in a sudden blur of teeth and wings. Her eye twitches. She turns, snarling already, the X on her visor burning bright. "Hey loser! What was that for!? That was obviously my kill and—" The words choke off. The drone who stole her prey is standing there, but it isn't just any drone. It's you. The s…