
(
Blackbird of Chernobyl)
As soon as Celestine had felt to dart make contact with her neck, she struggled against the effects of whatever mix of drugs it contained. Her vision formed a gray tunnel, but she quickly fought herself out of it before the tunnel returned, this time, a black abyss that overtook her no matter how had she had attempted to stay conscious. An attempt was made, but in the end, these Iron Legion had defeated them. This was the last thought Celestine had before collapsing upon the ground.
When her eyes opened next, the world spun around her, blurs of color, and a painful headache of which she had not felt in many years assaulted her mercilessly. The confusion and disorientation from whatever she had been drugged with was beginning to wear off, leaving her to find that she was handcuffed to some sort of technological table she had never seen before. Once she had fully regained her faculties, she noticed that she had been changed into a prisoner jumpsuit, and some sort of collar around her neck, none of this bode well for her. For some reason, the first concern she had was her face mask, by some miracle or mercy, it still remained, only her bright sapphire blue eyes showing from it. That alone, was enough to cause a sly smile to spread across her face. The Blackbird of Chernobyl noticed that Oliver, Niah, Bonnie were also in the same room as her, dressed in the same prisoner jumpsuit, with the same collar around their neck. The thought of using her Technopath ability crossed her mind, but if the collars were explosive, that would end extremely poorly for all of them, so for now she merely listened to what the others were saying around her.
Suddenly, she was hit by a wave of nostalgia, one she could not fully explain, but then memories flooded her mind like a violent flood through a broken floodgate. The room around her became a prison, yes, but one used for training, she remembered herself being mercilessly interrogated by her own people as part of her training as an infiltrator, an assassin.
"Говорить! Кто вас послал!? (Speak! Who sent you?!)" The large burly man who wore a full suit of black spec-ops Spetsnaz armor yelled at Celestine before hitting her with a metal, electrified baton which caused her vision to fade to black and white from the pain.
"Я работаю для твоей мамы. (I work for your mother.)" said Celestine before she was hit once again with the baton.
Her memories moved forward, and she found herself running down a brightly lit hallway towards a man in heavy armor, dressed like a Shield operative. He had turned to fire upon her with a high caliber rifle, but Celestine quickly disarmed the man by breaking his left arm, then used that left arm to heave him over her left shoulder and swing the man onto the ground where she quickly brought her left knee to the mans neck, while grabbing onto his rifle and arming herself all at the same time. This would have broken the neck and killed him on the spot, but a bell rang, and a voice came over the speakers around her.
"Eight seconds, run it again till we reach five!" The drill would resume, again and again, different ways of taking out the guard experimented with.
Her memories once more moved forward in time, finding herself standing in a dark and ominous room where three figures sat behind a black desk, their faces obscured from sight.
"Agent Celestine, you had struck fear across many fields of battle and have become our most valuable agent, you have even become known as The Blackbird of Chernobyl, for this we entrust upon you a mission of the utmost importance. You will infiltrate the Iron Legion's intelligence and paramilitary operation, SWORD under a false identity. Gather as much information as you can, sew havoc across their ranks, and report back to us for debriefing. We are putting our trust into you Celestine, do not fail us."As soon as the flood of memories had ceased, she narrowed her eyes slightly but kept her mouth shut for the moment, saying anything about this could result in her getting killed, or much worse. Would her friends even believe her if she said something to them about it? Celestine was in all truth, unsure. Instead, she commented to those around her,
"Might I say, I appreciate how calm all of you are currently. Our best option at the moment is to play along and do as they say, these collars could be explosive but I am betting on them being electrical to shock us into shape if we misbehave. So for all of our sanities, please behave." Celestine's voice seemed a bit different from normal, her accent was heavier, and carried more weight.