[X] She got lucky. She's found the forms. Two Dracosaur handling teams - even if Dracosaur genetics are unstable and so they rarely get used outside labs. And a team of Mary variants - M-E1 models, the Emile sub-class. Transgenic mods. Killers as well as honeytraps. Also annoyingly smug as a geneline trait - Serafina smiles at the recollection of how much Alexander detests them.
Smugness is a counter-survival trait. We like those in our enemies.
[X] "It's a good thing those dratted human-reptile hybrids are gone," says one of the older Lauras in front of Serafina, talking to another one. "I think they're very badly designed and those eyes! So creepy! And when I was younger, one attacked me." "Oh. That is a shame. I wonder who wanted four squads of them?"
[X] The senior staff here are… Progenitors of the old school, to put it politely. And hence if some of what she's picked up from her subverted constructs is true, they don't just select attractive female bioroids for visual purposes. She can make use of that to obtain DNA samples to get past the security locks and get proper command-staff level access to the systems. (Command Staff access which gives her amalgam-wide authority, potential access to all focuses and Requisitions, initially low Risk but increasing Risk the more she uses the access)
-> [X] She'll handle that personally. And if she gets given access to their personal quarters, that's a plus. There might be intel in there that's not on the main networks. And blackmail material. She can't rely on socially awkward bioroids for this. Someone else might get it wrong.
Command-level access. Oh myyyy. (Sorry about the ew factor, Serafina.)
[X] A secret volcano lair. No, seriously. Some Etherite built a volcano lair in Hawaii. Some people in the NWO knocked it over with a couple of ATLAS units and then forgot to officially put it on the rolls of captured assets. These same people seem to be part of the Tyrants' backers. It didn't take too much to set up the cyborg factories to do body maintenance and the miscellaneous Etherite equipment there-well, it still works. It's politically inconvenient, but sometimes you have to accept that. (+Deathtraps, +Secret Weapons, +Style, -Questionable Legitimacy)
I forsee a moderate-to-high probability of Prime-infused lava being involved in some of these deathtraps. And while it's a valid target for Ms Clock's Primium-infused nukes, it's a valid target for Choi to become collateral damage to a Primium-infused nuke. And seriously, fleeing from a volcano base that's filling up with lava while a nuke is counting down? That has to make up for delaying the screen time of the cephalopod gunship.
A Heartwarming Family Reunion:
[X] Fighting retreat. If this is what it seems to be, it's the sort of threat Reina would prefer not to face without extensive preparation and backup. With those absent, making preparations for withdrawal is prudent. That said, Donald obviously needs to be protected, and feeling out its capabilities is definitely a good thing.
Possible Procedures:
Reina has experience putting down malfunctioning constructs before, and optical camouflage is a problem with several solutions. This is one of her favorites, though. Flamethrower nozzle from her armor, firing a nth generation successor to Greek Fire, infused with Primal Energy, and a little bit extra. Because if something is invisible, covering it with something that can be seen usually works. (Fire, then the residue that is specially designed for visibility and difficulty of removal.) And it you make sure that it's something that has, as part of its nature, [I am visible], well, that tends to bring the matter into sharp focus. Also, while metal rarely burns, increased heat does tend to degrade systems. Forces/Prime(/maybe Mind) (Possible Blatancy: Hollywood Power Armor?)
Donald is not happy about his phone not working, and now he sees the probable culprit. Fortunately, that's not his only way of communicating. Fancy spy gadgets? Fancy spy gadgets. This one utilizes atemporal communications to hire an extraction squad from one of the Syndicate-approved PMCs in the area, long enough ago that they arrive Right Now. (Correspondence/Time/Resources)
