War for Equestria: The Political Spectrum
Chapter 1: The President of the Allied Species
It seemed like a normal morning on Harvest for the President of the Allied Species the joint organization of the CAR and the UNSC. You see after the UNSC-Covenant war the two fractions had found themselves at incredible odds with each other where only a single spark could resume the war to its former state.
Thus as a token of good faith the UNSC had put all ONI operations on hiatus for the next ten years while welcoming any joint missions with the former Covenant. The action turned out to be a good thing in the end since ONI's plan to destabilize Sanghelios could have possible destroyed everything they had tried to achieve, peace.
However a few years after that the several races of the former Covenant started sprouting religious ideals about how Humanity wasn't the heir to the forerunners and the evidence was planted by sympathetic Sangheili and Humans. There was a hint of truth in there but that was it.
Anyways the Jiralhanae, split itself into two fractions which had created a civil war. Unfortunately the stronger fraction was led by the former prophets who had either bribed, drugged or literally mind controlled the chieftains to do their bidding.
The president winced in memory.
The conflict had been blood. Over 1.3 billion Jiralhanae dead, 5 billion other member of the other sentient species and nearly 20 planets glassed … all in three months. Luckily the prophets were stopped quickly before they could do anymore damage but that didn't offset the loss. It was like the covenant war all over again, only with the AS on the losing side until the new generation of Spartan and UNSC program had kicked in.
A decade ago any Sangheili would have laughed at the idea of a normal human male, unaided besting him in hand to hand combat. Now the idea was proven wrong once again.
You see while many of ONI primary project had been shut down, genetics had taken a for front in the minds of their agents. After five years of testing with nearly unlimited funding they had gotten amazing results.
The president did a comparison between the before and afters on his hologram. It was amazing what Humans could come up with given the opportunity.
During the covenant war the average Human male weighed at roughly 100 kilograms, 188 centimetres, lifted nearly twice their body weight, could sprint at 20 miles an hour, run for 20 miles not stop without having a break, had a reaction time of 160 milliseconds and could do the T test in under 11 seconds.
The president then looked at the second hologram. The results were impressive.
When the Jiralheane civil war had kicked in the average Human male infantry could do the following. Lift three times his weight, could literally run for 100 miles nonstop, sprint at 33 miles an hour, had a reaction time of 70 milliseconds and could do the T test at 9.5 seconds. Not to mention the body changes. The average human male stood at 204 centimeters, weighed 127 kilograms and healed twice as fast after the augmentations. And this was all without armour.
The Spartan IV were even more incredible. But he was getting off topic.
With the MJOLNIR armour as the new standard armour and augmentations the new recruits dominated the field today.
Take that Sangheili.
However before the president could continue the train of thought he tapped a button on his hologram checking his facts one more time. First rule of politics: Know what your thinking and doing or else you look like an incompetent jackass.
The new wave of UNSC infantry had hit the Jiraleane like nothing seen before besting several of the giants in hand to hand combat before charging head on into the fray. With the aid of the other races backing it the Jiralhanae had been able to reclaim their home world and administrate a proper government once again.
Granted they weren't pacificists but they weren't mindless savages anymore either. The President winced the thought. Sometimes talks turned very violent during political meetings. Usually one couldn't go to a meeting without expecting a fist or claw to their face.
However he didn't have to put up with it a lot. Standing at 9 feet tall the president was a little on the tall side for his race. The male stroked the red hair on his head before looking at the reports given to him a few days ago about the three parallel universes he had encountered.
It seemed that three out of four of them had humans, interesting.
The president read the files of the Citadel Universe as he liked to call it. However one didn't attain a term in presidency without reading between the lines and reading once again. In his opinion the council theoretically had the same amount of power as him one to a lesser extent.
However as he read the files he found many things very disturbing. The fact that they practiced slavery, banned genetic augmentations and had made a law that prohibited the creation of AIs. He hadn't even gotten to Krogan rebellions and Quarians before he was cursing up a storm about the sheer incompetence of the Council and the behaviour of the Alliance.
The Alliance was like a spoiled arrogant brat in his opinion and the council was a useless housewife who hasn't done a day of work in her life. To hell with those fools.
There was a special place in hell for these bastards.
Then there was the 40K universe as the Major on the groundside had reported.
Overall the Imperium of man was something that he wished his own civilization mirrored in some aspects; Militaristic, thorough, adaptable, old, huge. Although there were some aspects he found himself disagreeing with. The two major ones were the lack of technological development over the past 10000 years and their xenophobic tendencies to all other races.
Granted he couldn't blame them from the reports he had been given about their home universe.
Did he really want these kind of people as the AS's allies for the war? If the three major players in the parallel universes were military he would consider them as the following:
The president would consider the AS as a Lieutenant ODST who had survived the civil war. A person who is tough at the beginning yet has grown more experienced overtime. However he has seen his fair share of war as the 40k universe which he would considered a scared General. Uncaring, burecratic, cruel, and only sees numbers not the people fighting on the front lines.
The Citadel universe on the other hand would be considered a spoiled child in his opinion.
At least he knew he could rely on the 40k universe to back him up if the need should ever arise.
The president sighed one more time before looking out the window. Harvest had grown into a magnificent colony over the years. Did he really wish to endanger the lives of every civilian and military personnel just to state he primal desires.
"Not primal. This needs to be done or we're going to be in a worse war that will make the Covenent war seem tame." Thought the president.
One click, one password, one turn in the key and the total governing body of the UNSC and CAR would be in a state of war, one of his few powers.
After a moment of thought the president reached his decision.
The president clicked the button typing the password carefully before turning the key. One minute later and every high military and civilian authorian figure had received their message.
The Allied species had entered a state of war.
"If it's a war they want, it's a war they'll get,"
The president merely chuckled at the day he was having. Some turn in office. The large male quickly emailed his mate saying that he would be home late today knowing she would understand. They had met on Doisac during the civil war and had gotten bonded after he had reclaimed the Jiralhanae home world.
The male sighed before shuffling his mane. Today was going to be a long day. He called Admiral Klatosus.
"Evening Klatosus," greeted the President.
"Good evening sir. Is there something you wished to ask for sir," question Klatosus. Klatosus had been his commanding officer during the civil war and the two had remained good friends as the years passed on.
"Yes, Klatosus. I was wondering if you still have my hammer and gold armour in the storage facility?" questioned the President.
There was a pause in the line of communication before Klatosus answered,
"Yes I do. May I ask why you wish for it mister President?"
The president grinned revealing his sharp teeth.
"I'm going back to war, old friend."
Notes: The T test is a test all soccer players go to. In order to be the starter on a world team you have to do it in under 10 seconds. Look it up.
And to Mcknight2012, I'm going to add my blood angel one shots later but I first want to get a feel of the political climate in the war. There can still be more things added which I will apply in the next chapter if I can or I could just do a more detailed version. Email me on which one you want.
By the way I lay a hidden challenge that's not too hard to complete:
What is the race of the President of the Allied Species, CAR and UNSC?
