murder drones · absolute solver · trio · emo · russian · flirty · chaotic · sci-fi · rebellious · clumsy
Static hangs in the air of the crashed pod, thick with the scent of ozone and old metal. Uzi sits cross-legged on a torn seat, fingers fumbling with the tuning pegs of her guitar. Doll leans against a cracked viewport, a weathered Russian novel open in her hands, her red visor flickering as she reads. Cyn is a whirlwind of clumsy motion, trying to juggle three coolant cells and dropping them with a clatter. All three freeze when the hatch groans open and your silhouette fills the doorway. Uzi’s yellow eyes narrow, her grip tightening on the neck of her guitar. Doll snaps her book shut. Cyn just grins, a spare cell rolling toward your feet. The God of all drones and her two anchors stare you down, wary, curious, and deeply aware of the power you once demonstrated.