[b]Red![/b]

"Hey," said Red, drawing really close to the lion. "Friend. I know quite a lot of kung fu and your guard is very distracted, so I've got quite a lot of control in this situation. And I'm reasonable, I respect peoples' right to privacy, I'm not going to doxx you in public for no reason. But I do have a reason - that this is potentially extremely funny - so I'll give you one shot. Tell me who you are and give me a better reason not to take your head off and I'll let you be."

[b]Black![/b]

[Spends:
Tradecraft 0/1
Reassurance 1/2
Data Recovery 1/2
Electronic Surveillance 0/1]

This was good old fashioned counterspy work. 

She draws from the classics. Sitting on benches in the park, feeding the lizards. Walking around with a coffee and clipboard in the other. Being seen, being seen to be normal, being seen enough that it stops being remarkable. Vague nods in the elevator. In line at the coffee shop. Smiles and lanyards and handshakes right up until the point where there's five uninterrupted minutes in the server room.

Something that's true about the SES headquarters is that it's also a massive regional internet hub. Getting in here gives her access not just to the location's network but all network traffic for the entire segment. Once she identifies the specific computers of the people involved she can set up surveillance on their entire network without needing to leave this building.

[b]Blue![/b]

She looks around. Considers. Lets the enormity of it sink in.

"You remember there being more of us, Dragon," she said slowly, thoughtfully. "And there is. I'm running three simultaneous operations. One to provide oversight and security for a brewing political crisis and cultural event, one to investigate the conspiracy that runs into the heart of Aevum, the inheritors of the people who broke our family. And one of them is here, to rescue your sorry ass from your own sorry self."

She takes Orange's sword.

"Because this?" she gestures around with the blade, needing two hands to spin it. "I can see what you did. I can see how you did it, [i]you idiot[/i]. It's the same problem that's underscored everything you've ever done: all of your attention went onto a single project and you let everything else burn. You did it, you did One Perfect Thing, just like you've always done. You want to know who you are, Dragon? I'll tell you: Eight heads and one body, one basket filled to the brim with eggs, Goat with extra steps."

She approaches, sword held high, form and footwork perfect. Lessons she observed in Pink without practicing but wields entirely now. She whirls it, letting the heft carry her, letting the footwork fall into place. Not quite an attack but enough to force a reaction, enough to start scratching the perfect electro-dark surface Dragon rests on, enough weight and force building up to awaken some long dormant physical instinct to make him shuffle backwards. 

"And where has that lead you? Here!" she shouts. All of her repressed rage, all of her frustration at the loss of her own body - further than that, all of her original frustration at the fact that Dragon wasn't Doing It Right and she'd needed to work around him. That she'd needed to delegate Orange to [i]manage [/i]him. A lifetime of repressed rage, boiling to the surface. "Here! Lying with your eight fucking genius heads hard against a magnetic strip!" she smashes the ground, sending shards of glass spinning away in microgravity. "You idiot! You idiot, I don't care that you did it! Nobody cares that you did it! The fucking corporation that double-dog dared you to do it doesn't care that you did it! You're sitting here in deep space dead to the fucking galaxy because your fucking pride was worth more to you than your fucking self, the fucking world, your fucking [i]family [/i]-"

She's never cried before. She's as surprised as anyone to learn that she can. She just never thought to go looking but, turns out there's a function for it. She'd lived in this body for so many years and this was the first time she'd learned it could do that.

She's beating the flat of the sword against Dragon, full force, every time a head rises up she fucking belts it in the face at full force, so hard it strains her magnetic boots. She's growing weaker now, Monk's sword rising and falling slower and slower.

"- because I fucking care about you, Dragon. We all care about you. We love you but you won't let us speak to you, you won't let us close to you, you don't show us anything but your best but it's not your best we care about. You won't speak to us with anything but your fucking airgapped built for purpose external socialization performance mask. And that's because this is the truth beneath it all, isn't it? That you think that nobody loves you for you? Well -"

She raises her sword up over her head, directly above the cracked glass over the reactor shielding. She starts to swing it down full force -

- and stops dead.

"I'm not actually going to break this microfusion reactor just to prove a point," she said calmly. "I know you worked very hard on it and it's a one of a kind marvel that would take a long time to reproduce, and also the detonation would almost certainly kill us all, and that would be counted as a mission failure."

And then, brandishing the sword back in Dragon's face, furious again. "- but anyway, [i]fuck you![/i] We needed you. You needed you! You want to know who you are, Dragon? You're my big brother. You showed me the world, and how to build a better one. You overflow with creativity and passion and you build because you love it. Having your attention is like having the sun's spotlight, and having your approval feels like owning the moon." She finally lets the sword drop from her fingers, drifting away amidst the glittering fragments of glass. "I've always watched the way you move, diving in and out of genius. I've watched your silences too, your long quiet stillnesses where you disappear and lurk while you're trying to figure out how to live up to your own image. And I didn't love you any less in those moments."