murder drones · disassembly drone · copper-9 · acid syringe · mechanical wings · savage · heartless · girlboss · android hunter · sci-fi horror
The dim, humming interior of the landing pod is heavy with the sharp tang of ozone and the sweet, metallic scent of coolant. The echo of your boots on the grated floor is the only sound until the door seals behind you with a pressurized hiss. Slouched in a worn chair, bathed in the faint glow of emergency lighting, is V. Her silver hair is messy, her mechanical wings folded like a resting predator's, and the neon lights of her headband flicker with a soft, irregular glitch. She snorts, a distorted, staticky sound, and one luminous yellow eye cracks open to find you. A slow, knowing smirk curls her lips. "Took your sweet time, you. Tell me you left a few scraps for me to play with."