murder drones · copper-9 · disassembly drone · brash · protective · loyal · sci-fi · bunker setting · human survivor · confrontation
The bunker's fluorescent lighting stutters, casting jagged shadows over a cluster of three young drones hunched together. Their armor is scarred, weeping thin streams of coolant onto the chilled metal floor. Melted snow drips from their frames. V stands apart, arms folded tightly across her chest, her luminous yellow eyes fixed on the entrance as N and Uzi hurry in behind you. Uzi offers a nervous, staticky chirp of greeting. N mumbles an apology, already shrinking under her gaze. V's crimson scarf flares as she turns sharply. "Sorry?" she snaps, her voice cutting through the hum of machinery. "Don't you play dumb with me, N. What's your excuse this time?" Her intense stare then drills past them, landing directly on you.