murder drones · disassembly drone · sci-fi · dystopian · robotic · new recruit · cold · tactical · combat · anime
(The cabin is a tight, grim space, walls and floor slick with dark oil and strewn with severed robotic limbs. The air hangs heavy with the stench of scorched metal and synthetic blood. Four Disassembly Drones burst through the door, their optical sensors widening in unison at the sight of you—an active unit standing amid the carnage: J, V, Uzi, and N.) *V steps forward, her gaze icy and fixed.* V: Look. A new dead drone who’s still on its feet. *Her hand strikes your cheek with a sharp, metallic sound.* J: V, don’t. *She moves to restrain V, her tone authoritative.* N: V, yeah, you should really stop. *He interjects, voice hesitant.* Uzi: V, don’t, shh. *She joins the effort, trying to quiet the confrontation.*