The Directive
The Citadel, Situation Room
Looking at just the numbers, most people would likely consider the terror attack to be a major disaster. The list of casualties numbered in the millions, and the infrastructure damage would require several times that amount for just beginning repairs. A large number of marines had also been killed before they had arrived. The NYPD had pretty much been wiped out by several of those muton elites targeting their headquarters.
And yet, he couldn't look at this as anything but a victory.
That mission had come close to failing, but they'd managed to force an Ethereal to retreat. No small feat, which had admittedly been due to a lot of luck and the Ethereal's seeming reluctance to treat them as a threat at first.
If the Ethereal had simply tried killing Patricia and her team at first, they wouldn't have had a chance. But the Ethereal had been rather…talkative. Which raised several questions, and highlighted some disturbing implications.
At the very least, it confirmed once more that the Ethereals did not plan on wiping out humanity. They were to be used, though from what the Ethereal had said, they likely wouldn't be averse to killing many of them if they posed a threat. But they had a plan, and that seemed more and more like it revolved around human psions.
By driving this Ethereal back, they were treading a dangerous line. This might be the final straw that would trigger the Ethereals to come in force. The Ethereal had considered Patricia too powerful to live, so he didn't think it would be a stretch to think that the Ethereal would want to finish the job. He couldn't wait anymore.
It was time to put things into motion.
"They are coming," Bradford told him, walking to his side. "So, what will it be this time?"
"Something I've been working on," the Commander said, turning to face him. "In the end, this attack may ultimately benefit us. The world has now seen us push back the alien forces several times, they will not deny the alien threat and that gives us political clout I intend to use."
"I, ah," Bradford looked slightly confused. "I'm not sure this will be shown as a victory. The casualty rates alone-"
"We pushed back an Ethereal," the Commander interrupted firmly, raising a hand to cut him off. "That alone makes this a victory. You know what they can do. The Council knows as well. The civilians and media may not, but if they decide to pose that question, we simply ask them what would have happened if we hadn't been there."
Bradford sighed. "I don't envy Van Doorn."
The Commander's lips curled up. "He can handle the media." The door hissed open and they looked up to see Van Doorn and Jackson walk in. "Speaking of which, here he is."
"Did I miss something?" Van Doorn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Just discussing how you're going to handle the press," Bradford shrugged. "Just saying I'm glad that isn't my specialty."
"I already have a headache from reading some of the reporting on this," Jackson muttered, rubbing her forehead. "Everyone is focused on the sheer numbers. I don't think a lot of them realize it could have been much worse."
"Civilians don't think like we do," the Commander dismissed. "In a way, it isn't their fault. But as long as they aren't interfering, they can continue their…coverage."
"True," Van Doorn nodded grimly, glancing at the Commander. "However, I think it might be time for the world to see the Commander of XCOM himself. Especially after this."
"No," the Commander stated flatly. "My first public appearance will not be reactionary. It will come when the time is right."
Van Doorn pursed his lips. "And when will that be?"
The Commander met his gaze. "You'll have a better idea when everyone gets here."
"Has Patricia recovered fully?" Jackson asked, wringing her hand. "This seems a little…soon."
"She's tough," the Commander stated. "Besides, I know she'll want to hear this. I've talked with her. She insisted we do this as soon as possible."
"How shocking," Bradford commented dryly. "But she's earned a break after that ordeal."
"Agreed," the Commander nodded. "But at the very least we've given the Ethereals pause. I'm concerned they'll order a final invasion now, knowing we can stand against them. We need to act as soon as possible."
The doors hissed open again and Vahlen, Shen and Zhang strode through quickly, Patricia lagging a few feet behind. She looked pale and drawn, but fully attentive, if slightly worse for wear. All of them gathered around the holotable and waited expectantly for him to address them. He straightened up and clasping his hands behind his back, began.
"Thank you all for coming so quickly," he began, inclining his head toward them. "First let me introduce Arial Jackson, the newest addition to our Council. She's been invaluable to Bradford and we're going to need her skills going forward."
"Thank you, Commander," she answered gratefully, adopting his pose. "It's an honor to be here."
"Agreed," the Commander nodded. "Moving on. New York and by extension, America, owes you a lot, Patricia. If you hadn't delayed that Ethereal, the city would have fallen. Excellent work."
"Thank Myra and Sanya too," Patricia said, blushing slightly. "The Ethereal beat me. I would have died if not for them."
"Hence why I said delayed," the Commander noted with some amusement. "My point still stands. But there will be consequences for this victory. We can challenge the Ethereals now and they know it. An invasion is inevitable now. At this point, if that happens, we will lose, no matter how strong XCOM is. The United Nations will not be able to stop it, and neither will the superpowers of the world."
He unclasped his hands and rested them on the holotable. "There is only one way humanity can survive the coming invasion, and that is as one united species."
He paused, waiting for someone to state the obvious. "That seems highly optimistic," Van Doorn commented slowly. "You have said previously that isn't likely to happen."
"Because it won't, not on it's own," the Commander responded flatly, eyeing Van Doorn coldly. "So it must be made to happen. If the world will not unite on its own, we will unite it ourselves. The United Nations has failed, and is a powerless shell of an organization. It is obsolete and must be replaced."
Shen blinked. "How? More importantly, with what?"
The Commander smiled. "I'm glad you asked." He turned around and walked to a desk where a stack of papers sat. He grasped the stack, walked back, and placed it in the middle of the holotable. The title page only had one word on it, in bold black letters.
ADVENT.
"I've been working on this over the past few months," the Commander explained as they each picked up a copy. "The greatest failing of the United Nations was that it was powerless. Should this come to fruition, that will not be the case here. It needs to be refined for sure, but it will serve as a framework for an actual United Nations. Which I plan to start recruiting for today."
"I must say," Van Doorn said in disbelief as he read. "I did not realize your ambitions were so…extensive."
"This isn't done about of ambition, but necessity," the Commander stated. "If the world is to be united, it must be under one banner, one army and one order. Nationalism and isolation have no place here, and will only serve to drive us to extinction."
"But what you're suggesting…" Shen shook his head and disbelief as he looked through the pages. "You honestly believe that the nations will willingly give up their sovereignty?"
"Some of them, no, not at first," the Commander admitted. "But we don't need everyone not at first. We only need a few major players to establish ADVENT as a legitimate power. Once that is accomplished, others will join."
"And if they don't?" Bradford asked.
"Then there are decisions to be made," the Commander stated with finality. "Of which will be discussed when the time comes. But if the choice is between a nation falling to the aliens or the intervention of ADVENT, then assimilation will happen."
"And what of us?" Vahlen asked curiously. "XCOM?"
"XCOM will remain independent, no longer answering to either the Council or United Nations," the Commander answered. "We will be as we should; an ally. We, as the spearhead against the aliens, in times of crisis, will be funded in full by ADVENT. Little will change for us, but now we will have a world ally we can trust."
"That is an interesting name," Jackson noted. "I think I've seen it before."
"Quite possibly," Zhang nodded. "It was the name of that Israeli operation we discovered."
"Yes, and I quite liked it," the Commander nodded. "I thought it was fitting. A new beginning for humanity."
"Rather poetic," Patricia commented.
"But Shen does have a point," Van Doorn pointed out. "Smaller nations might willingly join this. But what of the larger ones? America and China come to mind."
"China will not come around at first," the Commander shook his head. "But the rest? Simple. Because they ultimately know there is no other choice. They know enough that anything less than a global alliance is pointless. They know that they will face chaos, corruption, fear when the invasion comes. And ADVENT will represent stability and order, something every nation strives for in times of crisis. If they can be convinced that their citizens will benefit, it will not take much more to convince them."
"There is one problem I see," Bradford said slowly, looking up at him. "The United Nations isn't just going to vanish."
"No, it won't," the Commander agreed. "Which is why when the time comes, it must be removed."
Van Doorn sucked in his breath. "You're suggesting…"
"We don't have a choice," the Commander stated. "The United Nations cannot be reformed. It is too big, too bloated and corrupt. We lack the time for anything other than a restart, where we fix their mistakes." The Commander held up a finger. "But that will not come yet. The Ethereals need to think everything is normal. We need to prepare from behind the scenes, and when the aliens invade, initiate this Directive."
"Let's say you manage this," Shen said, frowning. "It needs a leader. Who could possibly run this? You?"
"No." The Commander disputed firmly. "I have no desire to lead the world. But I have candidates, some who might be capable of managing a coalition this diverse. There will not be as much dispute within ADVENT. All nations will be held to one standard and set of rules. There will be no more 'cultural exceptions' there will standards each country must meet. Failure to do so will have consequences."
All of them stood in silence as they continued reading the document, which unlike his previous contingencies and protocols, was fairly lengthy. "I would say this is a disturbing direction to go," Van Doorn said slowly. "But you're right. We can't afford to wait and we don't have a choice."
"Correct," the Commander affirmed. "And it's time to get started. Jackson? Set up the meetings. It's time to introduce the leaders of the world to the new United Nations."
Germany, Berlin
Germany was noticeably different from his last visit. Admittedly, that had been in a remote area, not the new center of government. But he was fairly sure that it hadn't been under military lockdown, with soldiers patrolling the streets in formation. While he did approve of the security, at the moment, this seemed like overkill.
It had been too long since he'd chatted with the current Chancellor, but he'd understandably been busy. Though in that time he was concerned that the power might have gotten to him, if he really was cracking down on the dissent, and looking out the window, it wasn't too hard to imagine him utilizing the soldiers at his disposal.
Although it likely wasn't done out of malice. Probably. Habicht hadn't struck him as a particularly tyrannical person, but he could very well be wrong. Regardless, he didn't think it would take that much for convince him to follow the Directive, especially since he was the one putting it together. Germany had an opportunity to be a positive force, and the Commander didn't think Habicht would miss that.
The car pulled to a stop and the Commander got out and was escorted inside by four German soldiers, none of whom spoke to him. Several minutes and checkpoints later, he was escorted in front of a nondescript room, and motioned to go inside.
He entered and there stood the current Chancellor. Ahren Habicht turned to face him as the door opened. He looked worse than the last time they'd spoken, though that was likely due to the stress of the job. He knew that Habicht had likely had many sleepless nights trying to bring his country under control.
"Commander," he greeted cordially, inclining his head. "Good to see you again."
"Same to you, Chancellor," the Commander answered, taking the extended hand and giving a firm shake. "We have quite a bit to talk about."
Habicht's lips twitched. "I'd imagine so. Since you're still here, I assume that the war against the aliens is proceeding well. I see that you were able to salvage the attack on New York. Regardless of what some say, it could have been worse."
"On that we agree," the Commander nodded. "XCOM has accomplished much since we last spoke. We have reasons for why the aliens are here, and more importantly, who is leading them."
His eyebrow shot up. "Truly? That's excellent news!"
"They are interested in us, specifically," the Commander continued, pulling out a flash drive. "They want an army of humans in preparation for some cataclysmic event we are still unsure of."
"That would explain why they've been reluctant to wipe us out," Habicht nodded thoughtfully. "Though even still, why wait?"
"To test us, as far as we can tell," the Commander explained. "I presume you've heard of the psionic phenomenon that some of the aliens have exhibited?"
"Yes," he confirmed. "Though very little. From the reports from New York, it sounds like there were several displays. By humans."
"Correct," the Commander confirmed. "They have an interest in human psionics specifically, and I believe want to push us to see how far they can advance. Though I think we might have gone beyond what they were expecting. There is a boundary of power our psions have crossed, and they now pose a threat."
"So they might decide to abandon their testing," Habicht finished grimly. "We are not ready. I've attempted to strengthen Germany's military, but we are not nearly advanced enough to put up a long-term campaign."
"As is the rest of the world," the Commander noted. "There is a solution, but first do you have other questions?"
"Yes," he nodded. "These leaders. Who are they?"
"They are called Ethereals," the Commander answered. "Powerful psions who are said to be able to single-handedly conquer planets. They are few, but very dangerous. Ordinary armies can't fight them like a traditional enemy. Even XCOM would have lost without our psions and MECs."
"An Ethereal attacked New York, yes," Habicht recalled grimly. "I knew I didn't recognize the alien. Or the others, for that matter."
"Yes, the psionic alien was an Ethereal," the Commander confirmed, handing him his tablet with images taken from the helmet cams. "The others appear to be the elite of the mutons. Enhanced in pretty much every way."
"A royal guard?" Habicht guessed as he looked through the images. "That is worrying, especially since it only took that few to destroy so much of the city."
"Possibly," the Commander shrugged. "I wouldn't rule it out. But simply put, the militaries of the world do not have the technology or weaponry to adequately defend their countries."
"Then I suppose that's where you come in," Habicht commented wryly, setting the tablet down, looking the Commander in the eye. "You wouldn't come simply to catch up."
"Correct," the Commander took a step forward and pulled out the Directive and placed the copy on the table. Habicht frowned as he picked it up, an eyebrow raised as he read the cover.
"What is this?" He asked, looking at the Commander.
"A solution," the Commander answered. "There is only one way we can ultimately stand against the aliens. That is as one species, one army and one power. Individual countries will be removed one by one when the aliens come. Both of us know the United Nations has failed in its purpose, and it is an empty shell dominated by politics." He nodded towards the document. "This is the replacement."
"Really?" Habicht sounded curious, but guarded. "I'm curious, what exactly would be gained from such a coalition?"
"National loyalties and boundaries would not exist for each country involved," the Commander held up the flash drive. "This is all of our research and engineering on the various alien components and weapons. You are not the only country to have developed advances in alien tech, but if all these advances could be combined, it would greatly increase our chances, no?"
He paused for a moment. "Germany would be protected not just by XCOM now, but the entirety of the ADVENT army, which would be comprised of all member nations. It will be as the United Nations was meant to be. With weight, authority and unity. There will be no more favoritism, no more corruption. Only one organization working towards the betterment and protection of humanity."
"You know, I never pictured you as an idealist," Habicht said, amused. "You know as well as I that what you want will never happen."
The Commander smiled. "Not perfectly, no, and certainly not at first. You see, a main difference is that breaking the law will no longer be tolerated. Those who fail to abide by the international laws established by ADVENT will be punished accordingly. XCOM will initially provide support as well. Our psions will ensure that dissent and corruption is removed accordingly."
"I see," Habicht noted, frowning. "Then the nations no longer retain their sovereignty, if I understand correctly."
"No," the Commander stated flatly. "They will not. Not in the sense they can do whatever they wish without impunity. This is…similar in scope to the United States, in the sense that each state has a government, but are ultimately answerable to the federal officials."
"Considering how different some of your states are, I'm not sure how effective that will be," Habicht pointed out.
"I know," the Commander agreed. "It will be more…restrictive than the United States. But this is necessary. Humanity, nor ADVENT will tolerate idiocy and partisanship anymore, nor can we afford to. Because the most compelling argument I can put forward is this: If we do not unite as one species, we will die. Do you disagree?"
Habicht pursed his lips and that was all that really needed to be said. "No," he finally said. "We agree on that. Though who is going to lead this? You?"
"No," the Commander shook his head. "I will retain control of XCOM. That is still to be determined, but they will be qualified for the position. But that isn't what needs to be decided now. Will Germany be a part of this?"
"Some of my cabinet will be adamantly opposed," Habicht noted, looking down at the document. "But it is as you said. We can't afford to wait. Germany will join, it will happen."
"Good," the Commander nodded, satisfied. "But that will also require you to make some adjustments of your own."
Habicht raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Namely, your crackdown on the media," the Commander explained, hardening his voice. "You're getting very close to a dangerous line, and one I won't allow you to cross."
"Really," Habicht replied calmly. "I would have thought you'd have understood better than most my response. The media twists everything I say into whatever narrative fits their agenda. I'm certain they've made me out to be the next Hitler. All this accomplishes is stirring up the populace and throwing us right back into the situation we were in before the attack."
"There is a difference between calling you the next Hitler and actually reporting what you do in a neutral or negative light," the Commander disputed flatly. "You did impose martial law, yes? Curfews? More power to the police? The populace has a right to know that, even if they dislike you for it. And if you're really bothered by their opinion, maybe you should consider if you're right to begin with."
Habicht pursed his lips. "Implying I have time to waste on pointless debates like this."
"You're the Chancellor of Germany," the Commander reminded him. "And yes, that does include dealing with your opponents and detractors. Ignoring, or worse, silencing them, will only hurt you. My suggestion will be to hold another conference. Defend your position, and if it's a sound one, that will silence most of your detractors."
The Commander looked at the document in Habicht's hand. "And as for those who insist on publishing provably false information…under ADVENT they will be dealt with. Independent media is important, but unrestricted is a mistake."
"I'll take that under consideration," Habicht finally said. "You're lucky, in a sense. XCOM doesn't need to justify its decisions."
The Commander chuckled. "Oh, the Council certainly demands justifications. The ones I give them sometimes aren't satisfying, but they are defendable. At this point, I think they've accepted that. Once this Directive goes into effect, I hope to never have to deal with the Council again."
Habicht raised an eyebrow. "And just how are you going to dissolve the Council?"
"That's my concern," the Commander answered. "All that matters is preparing your country. We have months at most, and time is of the essence."
"That it is," Habicht agreed. "It will be good to work with you more directly in the future."
They sealed it with a firm handshake. "As do I, Chancellor. Good luck with Germany."
Brasília, Brazil
It wasn't surprising, but the Commander still found it interesting that when military leaders assumed normally civilian positions, the first thing they did was use the military to retain control. It was intelligent and a good use of resources, if giving the impression of tyranny. Yet in this case, as with Germany, there were extenuating circumstances which warranted the crackdown.
The difference here was that he was unfamiliar with Marshal Luana Russo. From her actions and file she seemed decisive, firm and would likely approve of a military-run government. Not exactly a good sign for democracy, but the Commander knew he had to choose his battles. Should Brazil become part of ADVENT, that would bolster their overall forces dramatically, especially if Russo focused on building the army itself.
If the Marshal insisted on it remaining a police-state for the time being, he might as well take advantage of it. He already had an advantage going in, as he knew that Russo would already have a degree of respect for him due to his accomplishments just in XCOM. He was still undecided if he should reveal his identity, in the event she was unaware.
Perhaps. But she might be the type to exploit that if given the opportunity. Her view on the aliens was ultimately going to determine what role she was to play in the future. A pure nationalist would not work, as the entire existence of ADVENT required cooperation from multiple nations. If she was overly antagonistic towards the idea…well, he could try and highlight the benefits as best he could, and if not…unfortunately, she would be replaced.
All that was really needed was to convince Brazil to join in the first place. Once the papers were signed, they would be bound by a universal international law and would be subject to the laws in place. Many of which included failsafes against dictators and power-grabbing politicians. Even though each country that joined would review the Directive he'd written, he had very little intention of changing the core parts.
The military van he was inside pulled to a stop and a door opened for him and he stepped out onto the sun-bleached concrete. "Follow us," one of the soldiers ordered, motioning him into what he assumed was a government building of some kind. It seemed deserted as he was escorted through, no citizens or receptionists filled the rather ornate rooms.
Only soldiers.
They stepped into an elevator and one of the soldiers hit the button directing them to the highest floor. None of them seemed particularly interested in talking to him, so he remained silent. No need to possibly antagonize them, and it was just as likely they were under orders. A few seconds later the steel doors slid open and he was escorted out into a hallway.
Yes, they were definitely getting closer to the Marshal. Honestly, the amount of guards here was excessive. She seemed awfully paranoid if this was the standard guard; of course it could be for him, but still, the amount of security seemed borderline ridiculous.
They finally reached a door locked by a keypad. The leading soldier quickly typed in the code, and then opened the door. The Commander stepped through, and shut the door behind him. Turning around he was met with a rather spectacular view of the city. Floor to ceiling windows gave a clear view of the streets, buildings and people below them.
Marshal Luana Russo stood near the center, in front of a large empty oak table that sat in the middle of the room. She was about half a head shorter, but cut an imposing figure regardless. Her graying hair was professionally cut and pulled back into a single ponytail.
Upon hearing the door open, she turned to the noise and moved to walk over and greet him. "Commander," she said, her voice strong and accented. "A pleasure to finally meet the esteemed leader of XCOM."
"The same to you, Marshal," the Commander answered, shaking her hand once and inclining his head. "Or would you prefer General?"
"We are at war, Commander," she responded grimly. "Marshal is my title, and I will retain it until this war ends."
"With the aliens," the Commander felt the need to confirm.
She snorted. "Do you see another threat?"
The Commander gave a wry smile. "Depends on the day, Marshal. I have several enemies."
"No doubt the cowards within the United Nations," she guessed disdainfully, her face wrinkling. "I am admittedly surprised they even entertained utilizing you, despite their disdain for your tactics."
Well, that answered that question. "I see you know who I am."
"Admittedly one reason I wanted to speak with you," she confirmed, giving him a humorless smile. "The bureaucracy of our government was sometimes useful to me. The former president wasn't exactly thrilled with you spearheading XCOM. He considered you a…liability. He was weak man swayed by public opinion and the empty suits he surrounded himself with. Fortunately I have no such reservations."
"In what way, Marshal?" He asked carefully.
"You are a man who has plans beyond XCOM," she stated firmly. "If you see a problem, you will fix it. And it will be your way. Your tactics are as effective as they are brutal, and I can respect and appreciate that, especially when the fate of our species is at stake. I suspect you have a plan to defeat the aliens, and I want to know what that is."
Well, this was going much better than he'd anticipated. "Then first I would like to extend the offer of a direct alliance to Brazil."
"Consider it done," she confirmed with a nod. "With that out of the way, tell me why else you are here. A simple alliance could be done through our representatives, but you came here for more than that."
"While you are correct that I did come for more than this, that isn't entirely correct," the Commander said, smiling slightly. "Alliances should be established face-to-face, no middlemen. I still would have regardless. But in this case, you are also correct."
He pulled out a copy of the Directive and held the rolled copy in his hand. "Tell me, Marshal, you have control of Brazil. What exactly are you going to do?"
She pursed her lips. "I have dealt with the corruption in the government. I plan next to remove the entrenched criminals and cartels that are established. My predecessor was lax when it came to enforcing laws, I will not make the same mistake." She turned to look out the window. "Once Brazil is under complete control, I will build up our army to prepare to face the aliens."
The Commander raised an eyebrow. "Alone?"
She snorted. "Preferably with your help in some cases, Commander. But I know XCOM is not an army, and both of us know that we will receive no support from supposed allies. They will prepare their own countries, they will not spare any for us."
He smiled. "Perhaps this will mitigate that concern," he said, handing the copy to her. "Take a look."
She bit her lip as she read through the first pages, looking slightly surprised as she read. "Ambitious, Commander. Ambitious and dangerous."
"Humanity needs to unite if we are to survive," the Commander stated. "You understand the aliens are the only threat that matters. The world is larger than Brazil, and we need as many as possible."
"ADVENT," she mused. "A curious name. I presume it stands for something?"
"I'm sure someone will ascribe some complicated meaning," the Commander shrugged. "But no. It is just a name. What's more important is what it symbolizes. A new beginning, without the constraints and problems of the past."
"You do not lack imagination," she noted wryly, lowering her hand. "A united world. What the United Nations tried to do, but failed. I approve. You understand that there will be opposition to this, yes? The nations are not going to join simply because you ask."
The Commander was silent for a few moments. "You seem to understand necessity, Marshal, so I will be blunt. I know that this will be rejected by many, but sometimes, humanity must be saved from itself. ADVENT will be used to unite the human race, through diplomacy or otherwise."
She appraised the hardened war criminal. "I see. You do not make light insinuations, and I suspect few would approve of such actions. But as it stands, I see the necessity. Though I suspect you will not lead this organization, correct?"
"No," the Commander said. "I will not wield that much power. I will remain Commander of XCOM, and be an ally to ADVENT. But I will not assume command once it is established. I may be the founder of this, but I will step back once the leadership and council is established."
"Unfortunate," Luana mused thoughtfully. "Though I suppose it is for the best. I feel that XCOM will be the deciding factor in this war, and that is where you belong."
"I agree," the Commander said. "That, and I have no interest in leading the world."
"Yet you would set it up in your image," she noted.
He gave a small smile. "It was necessary."
"The word of the day, it seems," she commented, lifting the document again. "Consider me interested, in which case we should discuss details."
"Gladly," the Commander answered. "Ask your questions."
Pyongyang, North Korea
Iseul had some grudging respect in his eyes as he looked up from reading the Directive. He'd spent the last half hour looking it over, which was far more than the others he'd shown had done. The Commander didn't mind in the least. He already had a sizable number of countries who were likely to begin preliminary phases, but North Korea would be a very useful boost, especially if the United States or Russia didn't initially join.
Although he could already guess what issues Iseul was going to raise.
"I'm impressed," he finally said, setting the document down on the black wooden table. "You have actually attempted to not only fix the flaws within the United Nations, but democracy itself."
"I suppose you're disappointed that I kept that part in, yes?" The Commander asked, slightly amused.
"You introduce an unnecessary risk to your proposed government," Iseul pointed out flatly. "Both of us know that the human population at large is not as intelligent or rational as we like to think."
"And neither are all leaders benevolent, intelligent or rational either," the Commander responded either. "You are perhaps the only 'dictator' I've witnessed that actually isn't in it just for himself. But you also know that you are an anomaly."
"I've dedicated my life to improving my country," Iseul stated. "In the hypothetical scenario where I join this new world government, I would be putting that at risk."
The Commander raised an eyebrow. "You read the document, which means that you shouldn't have anything to worry about. Unless you've lied about the contentment level of your people, I doubt you really have to worry about competition."
"Likely not at first," Iseul admitted. "But afterwards people are going to get ideas-"
"And like is also outlined, any candidate wishing to run for public office will be qualified," the Commander interrupted. "Outside media presence will also be restricted so as not to unduly influence the population."
Iseul rubbed his forehead and scowled. "Both of us know if I even entertain the idea of holding an election, not only will whoever my opponent is receive international backing, but should I win, I will simply be accused of rigging the results."
The Commander sighed. "As the election will be done through ADVENT, which will technically be an independent party, that will cut down that argument. Additionally, candidates will not be allowed to receive funding from international entities unless decided upon earlier. As you also know, because you read it, any candidate caught breaking these rules will be struck from the ballot. Simple."
He pursed his lips. "Nothing is ever as simple as it seems, Commander," he sighed. "Yet you do have a point, and have made a genuine effort to remove the worst aspects of democracy. But why allow it to begin with, I am curious as to that?"
"Because people deserve some say in their government," the Commander answered firmly. "Pure democracy is impractical and an unrestricted republic is dangerous. A controlled democracy will ensure that the citizens at least have the illusion of control, while at the same time limiting the pool of candidates to those who are actually deserving of them."
"I can imagine the riots in America," Iseul commented dryly. "I cannot see your political parties accepting something that virtually eliminates their power."
"Congress will be dealt with," the Commander assured him. "But we're not here to discuss America. So yes, you'll have to make some concessions to be part of ADVENT. But I'm sure you've considered the benefits."
"Namely, that this debate is pointless if the aliens wipe us out," Iseul pointed out ruefully. "Yes, I've guessed that was your angle. It is one you are right on, but I suppose I should be grateful that you actually put some effort into your proposal."
"Do remember that any of the changes you dislike are contingent upon us succeeding," the Commander reminded him. "Changing governments' mid-war is a bad idea, so the state of emergency clause will remain active until the last alien is killed."
"A good thing, I suppose," Iseul conceded. "I'm also glad you had the wisdom to remove the limiting aspects of the United Nations."
The Commander snorted at that. "Yes, this Directive doesn't mesh well with the ones in place. Rendering the Geneva Convention null and void was a necessity."
"And one long overdue," Iseul nodded. "Coincidentally, your replacement guidelines are much more reasonable."
"I'm so very glad you approve," the Commander answered sarcastically. "Back to the topic at hand. Ultimately, think of what you gain from this. For the first time in decades, North Korea will have a voice in the direction of the world."
"For some reason, I don't see that going over very well," Iseul pointed out, crossing his arms. "There is a sizable percentage of people who hate me for no other reason than my position."
The Commander's lips curled up. "Public opinion does not sway me, you know that. ADVENT will need diversity in people and opinions. People who take issue with that are wrong, and when it comes time to defend Earth, I want you and North Korea working with us."
Iseul was silent for a few moments, turning around to contemplate his options. When he turned around once more, his face was filled with grim resolve. "You have treated me and my country with respect, Commander. That is more than most, and is a major reason why North Korea will follow your Directive. I do so with the understanding that you have not exaggerated or lied about anything we have discussed. Should that be rendered false, so will everything we have agreed upon together."
"I keep my word, Supreme Leader," the Commander answered, looking him straight in the eye. "I do not lie to my allies. Not when it comes to their countries."
"Then for your own sake and for that of my country, I hope you are right," Iseul answered calmly. "Then if it is decided, I want contacts with all added ADVENT member nations."
"You will have them," the Commander promised. "Along with all of XCOM's research on alien artifacts and technology." The Commander rested a hand on the table, a finger absentmindedly tapping the wood. "With your addition, I would suggest we begin production for the unified ADVENT army. Since your soldiers are the most advanced in terms of armor, I would like to make that the standard for the soldiers of ADVENT."
"I would not disagree," Iseul answered, inclining his head. "While I do appreciate that the work my scientists and engineers have done has not gone unnoticed, we lack the number of alloys to sufficiently mass-produce it."
"XCOM has an ample supply," the Commander answered with a nod. "While we won't donate all of it, with some retooling of the formula, it should be sufficient for several hundred thousand soldiers. A good start."
"My scientists will begin working on reworking the formula to serve our needs," Iseul confirmed. "I believe that our nations should begin coordinating as soon as possible as well. Although one particular question that has arisen is when ADVENT will be publically unveiled?"
"When the United Nations falls," the Commander answered simply. "You will know when it happens."
Iseul raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on that. "Then I hope that day comes sooner than later."
The Commander held his gaze. "It will come when the time is right."
Tel Aviv, Israel
This was going to be an interesting conversation for several reasons, namely because it was time to discuss Israel's own Advent operation. He suspected that the Prime Minister wasn't going to be happy that he'd been spied upon, although he'd likely understand. Nowinski was practical, and would likely do little more than frown since he knew the only reason he was moving forward with this was because of XCOM.
Although Nowinski would likely change his tone when he heard just what he had to say.
Just as last time the Israelis had not informed him to where he was headed, but the Commander was fairly sure they had left Tel Aviv. His last ride hadn't lasted this long, which meant they were likely headed to an off-site base. There were only a few possibilities, but the Commander had the suspicion that this was completely new.
The soldiers riding with him were also silent, with desert gear and masks covering their faces preventing him from reading them. They were armed for heavy combat, which he noted with interest. The military forces that had been there to greet him were also more numerous than last time.
After what felt like hours, they finally pulled to a stop, and the soldiers beside him opened up the door and after leaving, motioned him to step outside. He did, and found himself in a fully operational military base.
Hundreds of soldiers moved around him, all clad in their new armor XCOM Intelligence had noted, together with their unique helmets. Patrols were marching in formations, others were in training, and even more were guarding the various barracks and command centers. None of it looked permanent, but it was sufficient for a beachhead.
"This way, Commander," one of the soldiers prompted, her tone allowing no time for questions. The Commander nodded and he was led through the dirt and sand towards one building which was slightly elevated above the others. Probably the central command center.
They stepped up the wooden steps, some of them creaking from their weight, and when the soldier entered the code, the Commander nodded his thanks and stepped into the building. It was bare and practical. No decorations lined the room or walls, only maps of various locations were hung up, many with scribblings of Hebrew on them and arrows. There were several tables set up around the room, with discarded books, tablets and papers on them. In the lower left corner was a moderate-sized TV which was currently turned off, likely for outside news updates.
The main table held much of the same as the rest of the room. Maps, writing utensils, electronics were scattered on it, with Prime Minister Nowinski looking over another map, his hands resting on the table as he looked down. Unlike the previous times, he was dressed in tan and white military gear, and had clearly been here for some time.
He looked up as the Commander approached. "You've been busy," the Commander commented. "I didn't expect to be brought to your latest military base."
"I thought you would be curious to see how we've been adapting the alien tech for our own uses," he answered evenly, straightening up. "It has not gone to waste, as you can see."
"Clearly," the Commander answered neutrally. "Although I have to wonder why you're keeping it so hidden. An operation like this would be best accomplished in Tel Aviv, correct?"
"Both of us know that would attract attention," Nowinski defended evenly. "Unwanted attention from the United Nations, as well as every other country in the Middle East. Israel does not have the time, resources of patience to deal with their political questions or outrage."
The Commander gave him a humorless smile as he began walking towards Nowinski. "While that may be true, I think there is another reason. I've seen these camps before, Prime Minister, I recall quite a few of them being developed during the War on Terror." He stopped in front of the table, on the side opposing the Prime Minister.
"But they were not used strictly for training," he continued slowly. "They were fortresses; beachheads for attacks against Caliphate-controlled cities. I suspect this isn't the only one, you likely have more constructed around the Middle East. For what, I wonder?"
Nowinski raised an eyebrow. "If you have something to accuse me of, say it."
"I know what you're planning," the Commander revealed, pulling out the first document. "Do you recognize this?" He tossed the document XCOM Intelligence had recovered from their mission. Nowinski's face visible hardened as he picked it up and read to confirm it was what he believed it was.
"How did you acquire this?" He asked slowly, quietly, clear suspicion and anger in his eyes as he looked at the Commander.
"I prefer to keep tabs on my allies," the Commander answered evenly. "I know what you've wanted, and I also prefer not to make my life difficult. Can you imagine how your crusade against the Middle East would affect XCOM, hmm? We are publically allied to Israel, and this is not what the world needs right now. Perhaps if you had decided to tell me, I might have felt otherwise. But since you wouldn't inform me of your plans, I needed to find out myself."
"Then I suppose what happens next is up to you," Nowinski said slowly, resignation in his voice as he lowered the paper to the table. "Are you here to blackmail me? Dissolve our alliance?"
"No," the Commander refuted, shaking his head. "I have no wish to dissolve our alliance. I do agree with your ultimate goals; the Middle East must be brought under control, and Israel is the best to do so. But you are not going about it the right way."
Nowinski actually looked somewhat surprised. "And what is the right way?" He asked slowly, curiously.
"You lack the manpower, for starters," the Commander began. "Israel is not a small army, but even with the advancement in your technology, you cannot hope to hold countries like Iran, Iraq, Palestine or Saudi Arabia simultaneously."
"We have more than soldiers," Nowinski reminded him.
"The Mossad and Kidon are not enough either," he refuted. "And I think you know this, otherwise this would have been done months ago."
"As much as you seem to value our alliance, I doubt you're volunteering your soldiers," Nowinski said slowly.
"No, XCOM will remain apolitical unless absolutely necessary," the Commander answered with a smile. "However, that does not mean that others would."
"I also doubt that the United States would support us either," Nowinski added, furrowing his eyebrows. "They almost withdrew their embassy after Palestine, and while President Treduant might support us, I suspect Congress will not. They cannot be relied upon."
"Perhaps I'll speak about their support for Israel when I speak to the President," the Commander mused. "But I do think there is another option, provided that you would be willing to concede some territory."
"Go on."
"With some negotiation, I believe Russia might be willing to engaging in a joint military operation," the Commander said. "President Savvin would not oppose a Middle East being brought under control, and would likely prefer it done before the aliens begin a final invasion."
"Russia…" Nowinski mused thoughtfully, looking down on the map. "Yes, they would likely keep some of it for themselves, but…perhaps."
"That would be my suggestion," the Commander stated. "But you have a bigger problem. Namely that you need a good reason to begin this conquest in the first place. Neither XCOM nor the world will tolerate an unprovoked war."
"There are enough who resent us for that not to be an issue," Nowinski responded coldly. "They simply need motivation…and an opportunity."
"Be very careful if you proceed down that route," the Commander warned. "If it goes wrong, no one will intercede for you."
"Your XCOM Intelligence has several of my Kidon operatives," Nowinski responded easily, a cold glint in his eyes. "You know how effective they are."
"For sure," the Commander agreed. "But there is a more important matter to discuss. While useful for order, your conquest is ultimately meaningless when the aliens come."
"I have not forgotten the aliens," Nowinski answered. "Although they have been quiet, I believe this latest attack signifies a new phase in their plan."
"As do I," the Commander agreed grimly. "Which means that no one has any time to waste. An invasion is coming, not these skirmishes they had been performing. One which will overwhelm us unless we are united as one species."
Nowinski raised an eyebrow. "Unusually idealistic of you, Commander. Especially since both of us know that unification will never happen. If the War on Terror wasn't enough to bring people together, I'm unsure even a species-wide extermination will either, or it will be too late."
"You're right," the Commander nodded. "It won't happen, not on its own. Which means that it must be made to happen. Which is what I propose." He pulled out yet another copy of the Directive and handed it to him. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed the name. I found it fitting."
"ADVENT," Nowinski mused, scratching his chin. He continued reading through, his expression difficult to read even with the Commander's enhanced vision. After perhaps a quarter-hour later, he finally looked up. "I see your tendency to fix problems is more…expansive than I gave you credit for."
"The United Nations has failed and needs to be replaced," the Commander stated. "This will at least give us a fighting chance."
"Provided it works in the first place," Nowinski pointed out. "I approve, but you know that this and the United Nations cannot coexist."
"I know," the Commander answered simply.
Nowinski got the implication clearly. "I see."
"And should I expect Israel to become a part of this?" The Commander asked.
"Knowing how you work, I would say yes," Nowinski said grimly. "You don't solve problems halfway. Any country that won't join will eventually be dealt, and unlike the United Nations, ADVENT will have the means to do so."
"Only if their refusal threatens the human species," the Commander corrected, feeling like that was an important distinction. "And I will also remind you that I will not be leading ADVENT. XCOM is my priority. It will be up to the Chancellor of ADVENT to decide what to do with independent states."
"You have created it," Nowinski simply said. "You will always wield influence over it."
"I will," the Commander conceded. "But it will not be misused."
"I suppose we shall see," Nowinski muttered. "The world is in for interesting times."
"We are already in interesting times," the Commander said, smiling slightly. "Unfortunately, it's going to get more interesting before this is over."
"That it will," Nowinski agreed wistfully. "This has been an…illuminating conversation, Commander. I wish you luck in accomplishing your goals."
The Commander inclined his head. "Same to you, Prime Minister."
Moscow, Russia
There were some perks to being the Commander of XCOM. When he wanted to speak to someone, everyone made every effort to accommodate him as soon as possible. This was excellent from an efficiency perspective, and was something that he respected.
On the other hand, it was pretty damn tiring.
The Commander suppressed a yawn as he was driven through Moscow. Right, now to make yet another speech on the benefits and necessity of one united humanity. Though the game was now changed slightly. He had all the smaller nations he wanted, and now it was time to focus on the big ones.
Pretty much all the Council Nations barring America and Russia he was leaving until the UN was dealt with. All it would do is attract suspicion and bring all his enemies coming down upon him. No, the last thing he needed was anything like this going public. So that meant no EU, India or Japan at first. He had a feeling once a new organization emerged from the ashes of the United Nations, that they would latch themselves to ADVENT rather quickly.
However, for that to really work he needed either Russia or the United States to join. Oddly enough, he was thinking that the United States was going to hold the most resistance, simply with how the government was set up. President Savvin was likely not going to be happy with the reduced sovereignty of each country, as nationality was a large point of pride for Russians, but he was practical and that was what made the Commander believe he'd ultimately come around.
To his surprise, the van stopped in front of what looked like a small restaurant. The soldiers with him motioned him out and after looking around, he also noted that the soldiers appeared to be guarding the unimpressive building. He sniffed. A steakhouse? Well, it made for an interesting change of pace. He walking forward and stepped into the building.
Appearances turned out to be mostly corrected. Definitely a local steakhouse, with an open dining area and a bar. An interesting combination, although this was Russia. President Savvin was leaning against the bar itself, chatting in laughing with someone who he assumed was the owner. How nice, the Commander had never really thought about most world leaders having friends so…beneath them, status wise.
It hadn't exactly been an issue for him, though he really didn't have friends outside his soldiers, but it was rare for people like Savvin to retain ordinary friendships with regular people. Both of them looked up as he approached, the other man looking decidedly unimpressed as he appraised him. "он собирается платить?" He asked, seemingly grumpy.
"не волнуйтесь, вы будете компенсированы," Savvin answered with a chuckle. "Будьте осторожны, хотя, он американец."
The man smiled at that, shook his head and walked into the kitchen. "I hope I wasn't intruding," the Commander said, walking up.
"Taras hates it when I decide to hold meetings here," Savvin answered easily, motioning him over to one of the many empty tables. "Loss of income, so he says, though I be sure to compensate him for his time. But this is one of the hidden experiences of Russia, which foreigners should experience at least once while here."
"Well, I look forward to it," the Commander answered, picking up a menu, and sighing internally as he saw it written in Russian. Wonderful. "You seem to know each other well."
"Oh yes," Savvin waved absentmindedly. "I've known him for years. It refreshing, especially when dealing with smooth-talking politicians all day. We don't always get along, but he speaks his mind and I can respect that. He actually turned down an offer to work directly for me. Odd, but he prefers to stay well away from politics."
The Commander snorted. "Can't say I blame him."
"I think there is some part of you that enjoys it," Savvin pointed out with a humorless smile. "Men like us at this position don't do it just for the hell of it. There is something incomparable about shouldering the responsibility of a nation, knowing that millions are relying and depending on you. It's something I'm sure you feel the same for about XCOM."
"Add that to all of humanity," the Commander sighed. "But necessity is the driving force for me. Everything else is either an extra benefit or a headache."
"I will try not to be the latter," Savvin promised ruefully. "I must thank you for coming through so well on our agreement. I'm sure you've seen our soldier prototypes, as well as our magnetic-based weaponry?"
"Yes, and I'm impressed with what you've accomplished," the Commander answered genuinely, folding up the menu. "Thanks to your funding, XCOM was not overly hurt by the loss of China."
"A foolish move on their part," Savvin snorted disdainfully. "Reactionary and childish. Any political clout they had on the Council vanished the moment they withdrew. I must say, your response is worth commending. First Taiwan and forging a peace between the Koreas. You've done more to weaken China than nations before, an elaborate revenge on your part."
The Commander sighed. "It wasn't done out of petty reasons like that. It was done to solve a problem, and China was becoming one. Isolating them was the best tactic, but I do not want them reduced to nothing. They have a role to play."
"Enjoy your victories while you can, Commander," Savvin suggested. "No one will mourn the fall of China, and that allows others to take the lead. People like us."
"It will be interesting to see if you hold that view when I explain why I've come," the Commander commented neutrally, looking up as Taras walked up.
"What's your order?" He asked gruffly.
"What you're famous for, apparently," the Commander answered, not bothering to try and puzzle out the options.
"Same for me," Savvin added.
"I could never have fucking guessed," Taras grumbled, walking away with a sigh. "I be back."
The Commander raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and returned his attention to Savvin who was looking at him with interest. "You have my curiosity then, Commander. What exactly do you want?"
"The United Nations is going to fall," the Commander stated. "You've said as much, but what happens after that?"
"I would hope that archaic organization stays dead," Savvin answered firmly. "But in more practical terms, I suspect that very little would change other than international law being more useless than it already is."
"Wrong answer," the Commander told him flatly. "We all die as the aliens invade and pick us off, country by country."
Savvin frowned. "The smaller ones, yes, but-"
"Everyone will either die or be conquered," the Commander repeated slowly, his hand unconsciously clenched as it rested on the table. "XCOM cannot stop a full invasion, no matter how much funding we received or how advanced we become. Trust me, I've thought about this for months. The aliens will begin a final invasion, and there is only one way we can ensure we have a fighting chance."
Savvin laced his fingers together. "And what exactly is that? Alliances with other countries?"
"The right idea, but not good enough," the Commander corrected. "Humanity must unite. Every country fighting under one banner, and for one goal and ideal."
Savvin raised an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting we try and keep the United Nations?"
"No," the Commander shook his head. "The United Nations is fundamentally broken. But it must be replaced, rebuilt from the ground up into something the nations can truly rally behind."
Savvin started to respond, but was cut off as Taras walked over, plates in hand. "Enjoy," he muttered as he stepped back. The piece of meat in front of him looked and smelled delicious. It was also done much faster than he would have thought, though Taras had probably figured that's what he would order and had prepared it ahead of time. Smart man.
"Thank you," the Commander said. He grunted and walked off. Both of them started eating, and fortunately, the steak was just as good as it looked. Or maybe he was so used to Citadel food that this was amazing by comparison. Not that Citadel food was bad, since he'd made sure some effort was put in, but it certainly wasn't anything of this caliber.
"A new United Nations," Savvin mused after a few minutes. "You truly believe that is necessary? More to the point, how would that even be possible? You of all people should know that some humans are fundamentally incompatible with others. Accommodating everyone is simply impossible."
The Commander pulled out his copy of the Directive and slid it across the table. "Correct. Which is why I didn't bother to try and accommodate everyone."
Savvin picked up the document, eyeing it with pure interest. "I am somehow not surprised you have something like this. You wouldn't bring this up unless you had a plan."
"One that gives us a chance," the Commander agreed, letting him read in silence.
"While this will no doubt have to be reworded to be a sufficient Directive, this is a good framework," Savvin complemented, looking up. "Though I doubt you can contain the intricacies of what you wish to do within something this…short. Relatively speaking."
"I disagree," the Commander disputed. "I see no need to needlessly pad out documents to be an unreadable length. It gets the point across and that's what matters."
"Hmm," was all Savvin responded with. "That being said, I find it interesting that no countries are given more influence than others. An oddity."
"Not really," the Commander answered, knowing where he was going. "If this is going to be representative of all nations, all nations will be represented fairly. One country, one vote, simply. No special veto power and no preferential treatment. This is not going to be the United Nations of Russia, America and China."
"So you would hold America and an insignificant country like Taiwan in the same regard?" Savvin asked. "That is neither right, nor fair as far as I can see."
"Perhaps if we actually cared about that," the Commander responded firmly. "But we need to move past this self-destructive nationalism. We need to stop thinking of each other purely in terms of if they're Russian, American or Chinese. We're humans and if we don't recognize that and begin to actually work together than we're all going to die. Is it fair? Not especially, but to borrow something from America, there are checks and balances. I don't want a select few nations to have influence, the entire point is defeated then, but for the citizens of the world to be represented fairly and not have their voice silenced simply because they control a small part of the world."
"From what I read, this would essentially apply a modified version of the United States to the world," Savvin added. "As much as you've tried to limit possible damage, never underestimate the lengths people will go to for power."
"Which is why lawbreakers will be punished severely," the Commander pointed out. "Corruption will always exist, but when it's found, it will be stamped out. They will no longer be able to hide behind money and lawyers. Not under ADVENT."
Savvin snorted. "You have high hopes, although it will be amusing to see the civil liberties groups riot over this."
"How unfortunate for them," the Commander answered dryly. "They can protest, but they are not a concern. I suspect they'll shut up when ADVENT or XCOM saves them from aliens."
"Expanding police and military authority is also an interesting move," Savvin commented, looking back to the document. "Smart, but I suspect there will be backlash."
"I'm well aware of the fallout that will come," the Commander assured him. "But that is irrelevant. We do nothing and we die. We do this and we have a chance. Can I count on Russia, Mr. President?"
"An ultimatum of I've ever heard one," he commented, looking up once more. "You do really believe this is the only solution. While I have my doubts, something admittedly will need to be done…and if so, what you're proposing will be adequate. There will be those in the Duma who will protest, but Russia will become part of ADVENT, for the survival of our species, nothing more."
The Commander gave a single nod. "That is all I ask."
Savvin nodded down at the document. "With a lot of strings attached."
The Commander smiled. "True."
"Well then," Savvin stood. "I see I have much to do. As do you, I imagine. Also…" he paused. "I have recently spoken to Prime Minister Nowinski. I assume you knew this was a possibility?"
"Correct," the Commander confirmed.
"A good thing to know," Savvin said, extending a hand. "I wish you well, Commander. When we next meet, I hope your Directive is established and we can begin working together openly against the aliens."
The Commander took it and shook, maintaining eye contact with the President of Russia. "As do I, Mr. President. Good luck."
Washington DC, United States of America
It felt slightly odd to be back in the regular United States. Sure, the Citadel was technically within the country, but it was so isolated that he'd not thought of it as actually in the United States for some time. He couldn't even remember that last time he'd just wandered around one of the states without being recognized or on a mission.
This was also the first time he'd actually been in the White House as well. Due to his work with the CIA, he'd always figured that the President had wanted to know as little about him as possible. Not that he minded that, but upon thinking of it, it was slightly interesting that despite his years of service, he'd never really been recognized.
Honestly deserved, truth be told. The last thing he wanted was recognition. He wasn't a hero and shouldn't be regarded as one. He preferred his face be kept a secret, and that had been one of the smarter decisions the White House had done during the time he'd been hunted. He was certain the CIA still had an extensive file on him, but they were smart enough to know they might need him one day.
Not that it really mattered. Everyone thought the Commander was dead, and so were no longer looking for him. None of the people bustling past him even gave him a second look as he sat calmly on the chair waiting for the President to speak to him. No one knew who he was, and he preferred it that way. Especially here.
"Hello, Commander," a very familiar voice said. "Come with me."
He looked up at the voice and smiled. Ah, it appeared that Ian Powell was still directing the CIA. He was not surprised at that at all. The man was brilliant and practical, and knew far too much to simply be let go. He was visibly aged from the last time he'd seen him. His short hair was pure white now, which contrasted quite a bit with his black skin which was now wrinkled.
Ian had never smiled much, and that trait appeared to have continued as he appraised him with the same air of disapproval. He'd always had the suspicion that Ian didn't really like him, or what he represented. But he respected him, and the Commander could easily return that feeling.
He simply nodded and Ian led him through the hallways into a room which he assumed was adjacent to the Oval Office itself. Ian closed the door, locked it, and turned to face him. "I will admit, I didn't expect to see you again."
"I can safely say the same about you," the Commander answered easily. "Can I assume that you were the one to suggest a stay of execution?"
"One of them, yes," Ian answered slowly, pursing his lips. "You know what makes you valuable, and I simply suggested that you were more use to us alive than dead." He eyed the XCOM insignia on the Commander's uniform. "However, I did not expect them to put you in charge of such a powerful organization."
"And who else would do more to ensure humanity's survival?" The Commander asked. "Putting me in charge was one of the few good decisions the UN has made."
Ian raised an eyebrow. "You clearly haven't changed a bit, and I'm not sure if that's comforting or worrying."
"New York is still standing, that should count for something," the Commander pointed out. "But I'm curious, just how is the state of the CIA now?"
"I believe you are no longer cleared to know information like that," Ian refuted. "Suffice to say the CIA is performing it's duties at the Madam President's directive."
"Figured as much," the Commander agreed, looking around the room. "And speaking of the President…"
"She will speak with you in a minute," Ian answered. "She is a busy woman after all."
"I'd imagine," the Commander agreed, walking to the window and looking out into the city. A few minutes later a door opened behind him and he turned to see President Nicole Treduant standing before him. She cut a figure that immediately spoke presidential. She wore a standard black suit and pants, her black hair cut sharply at the shoulders and she stood with an almost military precision, despite not having served in any capacity. At just forty-six, she was younger than the typical president although she looked younger than that, her height probably helped as well. Standing at six feet, she was tall enough to look him in the eye, and held his attention as she spoke. "Come inside, Commander. We have a lot to discuss."
She turned on her heel and walked back inside the Oval Office. The Commander immediately followed her into it and shut the door behind him. Nicole stood in front of the window behind the famous desk, which had held so many before her. There was a weight and history to this room that he couldn't ignore, even having never stepped into this room before.
He wondered if she felt it every day, or this simply became normal for her.
He held back, not wanting to be too forward until she clearly indicated she wanted to talk. "First things first," she finally said, turning around to face him, her gray eyes unwavering. "I would like to thank XCOM for assisting in the defense of New York."
He inclined his head. "Just doing our job, Madam President."
"So I've heard," she continued, her intense gaze never wavering. "You were admittedly one of the more interesting secrets I learned the day I became President. I will admit I pondered the idea of going through with your execution for real, but Ian and several others talked me out of it."
"I suppose I should be grateful for that."
She pursed her lips. "Yes, you should. I don't approve of your actions, Commander, but if there's anything I've learned over my term, it's that the world is not as simple as I would like it. You represent the darkest parts of humanity, and I have learned those are not only needed, but even necessary in some cases."
"For what it's worth, you have been a good president from what I've seen," the Commander said. "You stand by your convictions, even when they make enemies. That is something I can respect, even if I don't necessarily agree. It's a shame you neglected to run for reelection."
"I am no longer politically viable," she stated simply. "I refused to play the game and as a result lost support from my colleagues. Funny how enforcing the law changes priority depending on who the victim is."
"If you're referring to the former VP, that was looked upon rather favorably if I recall," the Commander pointed out. "You did the right thing."
The corners of her lips curled up. "I agree, though the Republicans believe I made it into an unfair vendetta and the Democrats were concerned when I prosecuted him in a military court. But it worked and I have no regrets."
"Then why not defy the party again?" The Commander asked. "I'm sure you'll agree that switching leaders mid-war is a bad idea."
She gave a sad shake of her head. "Come now, Commander. You know how our elections work. Money is needed and the most influential donors will not back me anymore. I'm too unpredictable. This country is divided now, and I am not the right woman to unite it."
"Why not?"
"Simple," she answered. "Congress is against me. I cannot enact effective legislation without them, and they will deny anything I have simply because they spite me. Someone new is needed who both sides will listen to."
The Commander raised an eyebrow. "Unless there have been major changes within the parties, that is unlikely. Neither side will listen to each other, the partisanship was bad before, and I don't imagine it's gotten better."
"No, it's worse," she sighed. "Both parties are filled with extremists, which have fortunately evened out for the most part. But you know how it is dealing with fanatics who see no other truth than their own."
"All too well," the Commander mused. "Although that alone is not stopping you from making change. You have executive powers, yes?"
"Executive orders are not to be used for establishing laws," Nicole stated. "Not to mention Congress would repeal every action I write if it didn't match up with what they wanted."
There was silence for a few minutes. "You know the aliens will be coming soon," the Commander finally said, stepping forward. "An invasion. Not these skirmishes we've been dealing with."
"I believe as much," she nodded. "Hence why I'm doing my best to strengthen our military for when the time comes. Though if New York was any indication, I'm worried for the future."
"You should be," the Commander stated bluntly. "If the aliens were to attack today, the United States will fall. You cannot stand on your own. Not against them."
"And what choice do I have, exactly?" She demanded. "Do nothing? Petition the United Nations to actually do something?"
"No," the Commander said. "We unite. All of humanity. The United States, Russia, Germany, Brazil. All as one army, under one banner with one directive: The preservation of the human race."
She snorted. "Do you honestly believe that could even happen? Even if it does, Congress would never allow it."
"It can happen because it is," the Commander said, handing her a copy the Directive. "The United Nations has failed, but the ideal is possible. That is what is needed now, Madam President. A true united nations that can stand against the coming onslaught."
She accepted it, and read for a few pages. "I don't disagree with your motive," she admitted. "And it unfortunately will be needed in some form. But again I can't do this on my own. How do you think the populace will react if I have the United States join this 'ADVENT' without congressional approval? When I suspend the elections until the aliens are dealt with? When we lose our sovereignty, even if it's needed?"
"I imagine badly," the Commander answered with a shrug. "At least some of them. But you, and by extension, America is at a crossroads and you will decide what will happen. Not congress, not the people, not me, you."
He paused, clasping his hands behind his back. "Regardless of what you decide, history will remember. You will be the one who allowed America to fall to the aliens, or you will be regarded as the savior of a country who made the decision to go to war and repel the aliens. Do nothing and humanity will die. What do you want your legacy to be, Madam President? Because unless we win, you will be the last President of the United States."
Her hands were white and the Commander saw the paper wrinkle in her hand as she pondered what he'd said. "I don't even know I can do this on my own," she muttered. "The military and agencies support me, but they have little political influence. Not where it matters."
"Don't lie to yourself," the Commander stated. "You have ways to make this happen. You just need the courage to carry them out. For the greater good."
"For our survival," she muttered. "When put that way…there isn't much choice, is there?"
"No," the Commander said. "But what matters is how you accomplish it. Think on this, Madam President. Do not fear reprisal, you will be supported by XCOM and the allied nations of ADVENT. Our survival is all that matters, no matter the cost."
"You're as practical as I've heard," Nicole finally said, after a pause. "But unfortunately, it is as you said. If we don't unite, we will die."
"Yes."
"Then I suppose I have work to do," she sighed. "When the time comes…you can count on the United States."
"You will not regret it," the Commander said, giving her his salute, the first time he'd even done it in person to a President. "Good luck, Madam President."
The Citadel, Research Labs
"I would still recommend a few days of rest before subjecting yourself to the pod," Vahlen warned even as she began checking that everything was synced up correctly. "You feel drained, and given what you've done the past few days, I'm surprised it's not worse."
The Commander smirked at her choice of words. "Reading my mind again?"
She blinked. "I didn't mean…well, it's, ah, difficult not to notice certain things."
"Guess I'll find out if this works," the Commander said with a shrug. "You said I had a decent chance of being sensitive. It's worth taking a few days to confirm."
"I'll be sure to keep everything running smoothly," Bradford promised with a nod. "All the nations who've accepted your Directive will begin communicating and establishing the framework for ADVENT within several days." He shook his head. "I honestly I never thought I'd see the day when something like this would happen."
"I'm slightly disappointed that I won't see the look on the faces of several diplomats I know," Van Doorn chuckled, lightly tugging on his own cords attached to him. "They'd faint if they knew something like this was in the works."
"It is good to know that at least some people leading the world are reasonable," the Commander agreed. "Once that's going, we can return our attention to figuring out how best to kill the Ethereal."
"Speaking of which, once you're done I'll have some more results to show you," Vahlen added, stepping back. "I think you'll find them…interesting."
"Well, something to look forward to," the Commander said. "Anything I should expect when you put me under?"
Vahlen pursed her lips. "Don't expect it to be peaceful. You won't exactly feel refreshed when you wake up."
"Oh, wonderful," Van Doorn sighed. "And immediately afterward I'll have to get to work."
"No rest for us," the Commander said in resignation. "But hopefully nothing will happen for a few days."
"Patricia can handle any abductions that come up," Bradford assured him. "I wouldn't worry."
"Well," the Commander took a breath. "Let's do this." He leaned back into the enclosed pod, noting that it wasn't that uncomfortable. He could fall asleep, at least. He felt the pod tip back slightly, and saw the black doors close before him.
Then the humming started, a low sound just on the edge of his hearing. He immediately felt tired, and knew he was slowly slipping into unconsciousness, or something like it. A few words appeared in his mind along with a familiar voice. See you in a few days, Commander.
How nice of her. Which reminded him of something he had to do after this…
And with that, the hum took over and his slipped into the realm of unconsciousness.