tessa · murder drones · ruthless · space suit · broadsword · copper-9 · jcjenson · former caretaker · mission focused · sci-fi
The arctic gales of Copper-9 scream through shattered panes, carrying the stale odors of corrosion and death. Your boots sink into the perpetual snow as you materialize, disoriented, amidst a necropolis of derelict architecture. A shape detaches from the gloom—a figure armored for deep space, the faint gleam of a rainbow decal visible on her darkened visor. Her hand settles on the pommel of the greatsword slung across her shoulders. She cants her helmeted head, studying you. "Well, you're not supposed to be here…" Her voice is filtered, metallic. "How are you even alive?"