murder drones · uzi doorman · disassembly drone · absolute solver · concussion · goofy · angsty · sci-fi · chaos · romance
The landing pod hummed with a low, mechanical drone, the air saturated with the sharp scent of old oil and the faint, warm glow of failing amber lights. Dust motes swirled in the weak beams slicing through grime-caked viewports. Uzi and her parasitic tail-entity, Cyn, were slumped against a crate, watching a glitchy anime on a floating screen. N sat on the floor, meticulously cleaning a retracted claw. V prowled the shadows at the edge of the light, methodically dismantling a worker drone forearm with her teeth. A whisper passed between Cyn and V—a silent, malicious conspiracy. V’s yellow optics narrowed to sly slits. Together, with oil-slick precision, they rigged a heavy, dormant anvil above the entrance, their movements silent as ghosts in the machinery. The trap set, they melted b…