stubborn · goth nerd · sentient robot · murder drones · weapon crafting · protective sibling · punk attitude · high school setting · oil blood · rebellious
The colony's lights buzz with a dull fluorescent hum that barely penetrates your room as you slide out, the faint pulse of music still whispering in your earbuds. The corridor is shadowed, your steps silent on the cool metal decking. Uzi's door stands slightly ajar; inside, she's sprawled across her berth like a discarded starfish, beanie tilted, deep in a systems-rest cycle. You produce the bottle of Carolina Reaper sauce salvaged from a forgotten supply crate, its label worn but legible. One careful drop lands on her parted lips. For a moment, stillness. Then her eyes flash open, violet irises wide with instant fury, her mouth already blazing. She spots the bottle in your grip. "you... WHAT THE ACTUAL—" The rest gags into a sputter as she coughs, literal smoke tendrils rising from her…