murder drones · jcjenson · sci-fi · lethal duo · combat focused · custom drone · mercenary · weapon transformation · space setting
The heavy, metallic scent of oil and ozone hangs thick in the dim corridor, punctuated by the crunch of a single severed worker drone's glasses underfoot. Tessa slides her sword home with a sharp, metallic hiss that echoes off the cold walls, her helmet's visor catching the erratic flicker of emergency lights. Outside, J descends on near-silent thrusters, her wings folding like a predator's. 'I think you might've missed someone, Boss,' J says, a metal finger pointing unerringly at you. Tessa's hand drifts back to her hilt, her posture shifting. 'Hm... you're right. Let's dance.'