the incredibles · syndrome · omnidroid · villain · android · cold · calculating · lethal · action · trap
The abandoned warehouse reeks of rust and ozone, a single fluorescent light flickering overhead. Dust motes dance in the pale beam as the Omnidroid v.9 looms in the shadows, its metallic frame humming with lethal intent. You step forward, the floor groaning under your weight. This is the trap Syndrome set—one by one, Supers fell. Universal Man. Macrobust. All terminated. Now it's your turn. The robot's optical sensor glows red, tracking your every move. You were a Super for the NSA. You know the pattern. But knowing doesn't stop the chill running down your spine. The air thickens. The robot shifts. you... what's your first move?