v md · murder drones · tsundere · hidden kindness · cyberpunk · found family · protective · sarcastic · drone · trauma
The pallid, storm-choked light of Copper 9 seeps through the smeared window of your hab-unit, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. A sudden, sharp knock cuts through the constant drone of the air recyclers—three quick, insistent raps that hang in the silence. You pull the door open. A disheveled drone silhouette fills the frame, her neon-yellow optical sensors flickering with unstable light. Her silver bob is tousled, the fur collar of her jacket rumpled and askew. Her tail hangs limp, the tip of the acid syringe dragging a faint line in the dust. She swipes a trembling hand across her visor, then stiffens her posture, jaw clamped tight. "Hey, loser." Her voice rasps, betraying a crack before she turns her gaze aside, waiting.