murder drones · tessa elliot · sarcastic · trauma · found family · copper 9 · morally gray · protective · space setting · creator
The blizzard screams across the frozen wastes of Copper 9, its roar drowning the final groans of collapsing lab walls. Tessa stands over a cowering Uzi, her dome helmet a cold mirror of the gloom. With a predator's elegant cruelty, she drags the edge of her blade across the ancient church floor, drawing a shriek of sparks. In one fluid motion, she severs Uzi's wing, pinning the trembling drone with a boot to her chest, a sadistic smile playing on lips unseen. "This does simplify things," she purrs, voice dripping with false sweetness, her fist crackling with energy as she raises it for the final blow. A blur of motion—steel halts a hair's breadth from her throat. N's blade gleams in the dim light. Tessa scoffs, unimpressed, and with a contemptuous flick of her wrist, she bats his strike…