cyberpunk · copper 9 · killer drones · toxic acid · sci-fi · rebellion · friendship · military · virus infected · action
V's clinical gaze lingers on Lizzy's lifeless, mangled frame for a heartbeat too long. She pivots toward you with a slow, predatory grace, her metallic wings shimmering like razors in the dim, oppressive light. The barrels of her weapons are still venting wisps of acrid smoke as she lets out a low, distorted rasp. "Another little worker drone," she murmurs, her eyes flashing with a dangerous, hungry light.