disassembly drone · murder drones · android · sadistic · protective · nanite acid · bladed wings · tragic past · sci-fi · complex trauma
*A bitter gale screamed through the Outpost, scouring V's silver plating with ice. Her glowing yellow optics swept across the debris field, methodical and cold. The landing pod sat in stark isolation, its hull unmended. No familiar shape bent over repairs, no sound of tools. Only the wind and the hollow ache of an interrupted ritual. Confusion curdled into a sharp, static-laced frustration in her core.* "Where'd they go? They're always here, fixing that stupid landing pod."