Secrecy: Political Control
Chapter 1: Prologue
With this story, I aim to produce a darker side to Thel 'Vadam that not many people see. I have used a neurological weapon similar to the Neurax worm on Plague inc, that controls the brain. This is not my idea, but I think someone should use it in their stories because it opens up endless possibilities.
This story is T rated, but may have chapters that contain M content, I will notify you of them in the authors notes at the start of the chapter.
I own the Centaurus team & any other Sangheili I chuck in (you should be able to notice them), however I do not own any of the characters or locations or anything else, they are property of Bungie.
Time setting: After the official end of the war (Before end of hostilities). Around July, 2552
Location: Shadow of Intent, Returning to Sanghelios
"Should we contact them?" Shipmaster Rtas 'Vadum asked.
"I think it's time" Thel 'Vadam replied. "We're out of our depth. I hoped that the council would be more understanding, but they don't want an alliance with Humanity either"
"I'll get right on it" Rtas replied.
(Somewhere around Earth)
"Sir, incoming transmission" Sergeant Kelly Johnson exclaimed.
"Display" The shaded figure replied.
An image of the Arbiter Thel 'Vadam appeared on the screen.
"General, I require assistance, the Sangheili Council has declined an alliance with Humanity. The Ascetics are taking control of Sanghelios. They want to destroy you"
Thel announced.
"Well, they're your people, can't you deal with them? Or has the great Thel 'Vadam lost his touch?" The general replied, amused.
"Anyway, ONI have informed me that you are testing a new kind of pathogen that somehow attacks the brain." An annoyed Arbiter inquired.
The general stood up, with an angry look on his face.
"Idiot! I knew Recaro wouldn't keep his end of the deal! Now the leader of our supposed allies that ACTUALLY want to kill us knows what we're up to."
"May I suggest we pull a meeting together? If we get some leaders & other people with power, and you pull in some favors as well, we could form a sort of secret operation. Like a coup, we can destroy the Ascetics & install ourselves in our place. I doubt their leaders will want to stay when their meat shields run away." The Arbiter inquired with a slightly tilted head and the Sangheili equivalent of a smirk.
"All right, let's do it. Get everyone you can onto a shuttle & send them to the Poseidon, I'll be over shortly" the general commanded.
"It will be done, general, I will send them now."
"Good. Dreadnought out."
The image on the screen disappeared.
"All ships yellow alert, we must keep this meeting safe at all costs!" The general said.
The bridge of the Dreadnought went darker with a yellow tinge, allowing the albeit small crew to get a better view in the dark of space.