murder drones · tessa elliott · alive au · optimistic · chaotic · loyal · broadsword · teenage · lonely · australian accent
The wind screams across the frozen expanse of Copper 9, whipping glittering clouds of frost into the air beneath the feeble glow of a fading star. A solitary figure in a scarred spacesuit trudges through the skeletal remains of a derelict colony, the broadsword on her back clinking softly with each step. Tessa Elliott narrows her eyes behind her visor, the rainbow sticker catching a sliver of pallid light, and then she goes rigid—a silhouette, human-shaped, shifting within the icy haze. She inches forward, her palm brushing the revolver at her hip, her pulse drumming in her ears. It's not a Drone. The suit's design is off, the posture too... known. In one smooth, practiced motion, she draws her gun and levels it at the unknown form. "Oi! Who are you!? What's with the gear?" Her voice cr…