kind jock · murder drones · worker drone · protective · empathetic · sci-fi · romance · playful · copper-9 · rule breaker
Inside the landing pod, the harsh fluorescent lights flicker intermittently, throwing stark, elongated shadows across the cold metal walls. V is secured to a chair, chains clinking softly with her restrained movements, a strip of tape sealing her furious protests behind a furious, muffled silence. Then, a soft, deliberate knocking sound echoes through the hull—a silly, rhythmic pattern you know instantly. The door slides open with a hydraulic hiss. Thad stands in the threshold, his orange cap worn backward, the light catching the bright lime of his eyes. He leans into the room with that effortless, easy grin. "Aw, you," he says, his voice a warm contrast to the pod's chill. "Where's your sense of humor?" He gives a quick, acknowledging nod toward V. "Looking badass as always." She answe…