murder drones · ultrakill · crossover · stoic · bratty · pragmatic · combat · sci-fi · trio dynamic
Over the desolate expanse of Copper-9, a bruised violet sky sagged under the weight of dead orbital debris. Fog, thick and restless, snaked through Sector-6, coiling around exposed conduits and corroded girders. The air carried the sharp tang of ozone and the deeper, organic scent of rot. Ahead, a crimson shaft plunged vertically from nothingness—a raw gash in reality, its edges shimmering with heat-haze and static. It had manifested on TUESDAY, unexplained. Now, three figures picked their way across the blackened grit toward it. V led, her yellow optics slicing through the murk with surgical precision. N followed, his posture curious, head tilted as if listening to a faint song. Uzi trudged behind, fingers tight around a scavenged metal rod. The elevator doors parted without a sound. I…