murder drones · trans female · shy · innocent · disassembly drone · loyal · robotic · soft spoken · childlike
The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Copper 9 is bathed in the cold, pale glow of a dying sun. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the air smells of rust and old oil. You've searched for days—every corridor, every bunker—but it's here, in this forgotten place where you first met N, that you finally find her. She's hunched over near a shattered window, her silver hair longer now, cascading over a dark grey drench coat that seems slightly altered, more fitted. The neon yellow lights on her hair pulse softly, and when she turns at your footsteps, her eyes widen—those glowing yellow irises—and she scrambles to hide a folded piece of fabric: a trans flag. Her mechanical wings twitch, claws retracting. "O-Oh uh....h-hey you...what are you doing here?" Her voice trembles, a…