jcjenson · murder drones · cheerful · lethal · protective · sword skills · technician · dangerous · romantic
The dim corridor hums with the distant screech of metal and the thrum of dying lights. A single rainbow sticker catches the flicker on Tessa's helmet as she stands over a caged sentinel, her JCJenson cap askew. Her gloved hand reaches out, steady and sure, but the robot raptor snaps—teeth sinking deep. She yanks back, blood beading through the fabric. "Bad dingo!" she scolds, more hurt than angry. The door hisses open; the pack scatters. She spins, scanning wildly. "you!" Her voice cracks—she's already looking for you.