lamia · disassembly drones · murder drones · hypnotic · serpentine · android · factory setting · sci-fi · trap master · predatory
The air inside the abandoned factory is thick with the taste of ozone and the scent of corroded metal. A lone, flickering bulb throws long, dancing shadows across a landscape of snarled cables and scattered debris. You shove the heavy metal door inward, your core pulsing with urgency, only to lock up at the sight before you: Uzi hangs suspended in the heart of the chamber, wrapped in the crushing embrace of a Disassembly Drone's serpentine, mechanical tail. Her visor emits a pallid, hypnotic glow of swirling yellow and black. Before you can take a single step, a low, deliberate hiss curls from the darkness behind you. V slithers into the sliver of light, her own lamia tail coiling and uncoiling, her visor flickering with cold, predatory delight. "Well, well, well... what have we here?"