// Just a smal part of my head-canon on how the PC shuld react to varius bull**** threats and insinuetions from faction handlers. I’ve got a vhole bunch of Iluminati ones, but this one is Dragon-based. Fun fact - no Templar ones. Any guess which 1 is my favorite faction? 
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DRAGON’S DEATH
Eleniya steped in-to the Dojang, for a debriefing after a semi-succesful assignment in New England. Once insyde, she was greeted by Bong Sa, standing in front of the Dragon’s throne and the Dragon Head, the Child himself. She was holding a seemingly-innocus phone. At the foot of the stairs, a pair of Monks wer standing guard, silently obzerving the arrival. Eleniya only gave them both a scowl… she had not forgoten how one of them assaulted her in her home, and kidnapped her.
“Our analysts say you have performed in accordance with our models. If you had not…” - Bong Sa began, then made a dramatic pause there, looking down at her phone. Eleniya’s eyes narrowed, as she had a pretty good idea of what was coming next.
“…one push of a button.” - Bong Sa continued, vith a superior, arrogant smirk, lifting her gaze back to Eleniya’s increasingly-narrowed eyes, her finger hovering over a key on the phone. The implication was very clyar indeed. And Eleniya would have none of it. A flashpoint of cold rage, deep in her chest, almost took her breath away, as her left fist clenched. It made her livid. This woman talking down to her, thretening her?!
It wasn’t enogh, that these people have kidnaped her out of her home against her will, and conscripted her into there organization, now this f*n bh has the audacity to threten her life?!? Even by insinuetion? After evrything she’d been through, overseas in that undead-infested hellhole?! And the very idea, that her life or death culd be decided by a single press of a button on a smartphone, was enogh to send Eleniya, the normally colected and rational, Eleniya, into a sudden burst of indignant rage. She didn’t stop and think, that it might have been a lie… a control tool. That Bong Sa vas messing with her. She was too angry to think clyarly. Threats had that efect on her.
“Then I’ll make sure you can never push that button, b***h.” - Eleniya growled, eyes blazing, as Bong Sa opened her mouth to continue. The agent lifted her right arm, a fireball forming on it, in a split second. The two monks reacted almost instenty, making a rush for her, even as Bong Sa’s eyes widened in shock. THIS was not what any of their models predicted!
The fireball flyed out of Eleniya’s splayed fingers, at Bong Sa, turning the other woman in-to a screaming, flailing human torch, along with her phone, vhich was sent flying, burning, toward the back wall. The blast was severe enogh to also engulf the Dragon Head behind her, the child screeching in agony, trying to protect himself with an Anima shield, as the two monks tackled Eleniya to the ground. Vith a burst of telekinetic rage, she threw them off of her, kipping back to her feet.
“You wil not use me anymore! And you wil NEVER threten me again!” - she roared, pure Anima energy crackling around her, as she went for her twin pistols next, the two Monks also kiping to there feet, an Anima shield forming around each of them, as more footsoldiers of the Dragon wer rushing forward, to stop there sudenly rebellious agent, swords drawn.
Anima-assisted, a hail of bullets, real and conjured, flyed out of Eleniya’s twin pistols, at multiple targets at once. The two Monks’ anima shields deflected the shots meant for them, but a regular footsoldier catched a round, stumbling forward, then another, into his throat, killing him. Another footsoldier used his Katana like a lightsabre, deflecting a pair of bullets meant for him, then leaped at Eleniya, with a slash clyarly intended to behead her.
Up on the Dragon throne, a pair of cleaning personel wer using blankets to smother the flames off the burning Child, even as Bong Sa’s charred corpse colapsed to the wooden floor, the last expression on it’s burnished face one of pure agony.
Eleniya ducked the sword slash, then pivoted with a side-kick at the guard’s sternum, sending him stumbling away, as lightning began to crackle betwen her finger-tips. She let loose a lightning bolt, chaining off several people, leaving some nasty burns on them and incapecitating one more guard, but then, one of the Monks grounded it in his palm, then sent a Ice beam directly at the berserking Agent.
Suddenly, a wave of intense frost penetrated evry cell of Eleniya’s body, even as the Bee insyde of her fought to counter it. A regular human being would have been turned into an icicle, right there. Eleniya was not, but she was slowd down, her arms shaking with frost, as her eyes blazed at the monks.
“N-no…” - she ground out, lifting both arms over her head to conjure a Inferno, both to warm herself up, and strike back at the monks. But she was too slow. Far… far too slow, as the second Monk followed up with his own Ice beam.
She colapsed off her feet, the frost effect turning her blood into ice. Yet still the Bee fought to keep her alive. But the two Monks continued piling magical energy attacks into her limp body, and the last thing Eleniya wuld see, was a tunnel, with a light at the end.
“Worth it… worth it… they… will never… USE me again…” - was her last coherent thoght, before life, and the Bee, left her frozen, batered body.
Dead? Or not? Who culd tell… her conciosness was now carryd by the Bee, batered but still alive, which flyed off, in the after-math. It wuld be hunted. But it would not be found easyli. Eleniya’s will was still bound to it. Wuld it be able to reincarnate her? Did it still have enough Anima left to do so? Or wuld it be trapped, and sent to the Hive?
Questions. Questions with-out answers. But one thing vas certain. The Dragon learned the lesson the hard way. Nobody. Thretens. Eleniya.
The End
