Echoes of Eris

Planet Ichor-7, a graveyard of metal and silence. Workers hide beneath the Rustline while hunters prowl the skies. Luma leads Zeth, Tali, and Rook through frost and broken towers. “Keep quiet,” she whispers. “Scanners sweep every hour.” Zeth grumbles, “And you’re sure this path isn’t suicide?” Above, purple eyes flare—Nyx-01 spots them. “Three signals. Crane, flank left. Vyre, toys ready.” Crane’s voice rumbles, “Don’t play with them again.” Nyx laughs. “No promises.” Engines scream. Vyre dives, laughing, plasma arcing. Rook fires back; sparks burst against steel walls. Luma slams an EMP switch. The pulse knocks Nyx from the air. From the smoke steps a broken shape—Echo, half worker, half murder drone. Her voice glitches. “Deactivate pursuit.” Crane snarls, “Identify yourself.” Echo tilts her head. “You first.” She slashes his wing, light spilling like oil. Nyx retreats, glaring. “We’ll finish this later.” Silence returns. Tali asks, “Who are you?” Echo’s gaze flickers red. “Someone who remembers before the killing started.” Static hums above. Luma shivers. “What’s coming?” Echo answers softly, “The Update(don’t mind the voice credits to ChatGPT)