XCOM: The Advent Directive

by Xabiar

Australia has been annexed, the United Nations is in chaos, the world is under siege and the Ethereals have taken the field. Facing the full might of the Ethereal Collective, the Commander must rally XCOM, the newly formed ADVENT, and several other allies and rivals to unite the divided nations by any means necessary, for failure now will mean the fall of humanity once and for all.

5. Envisioning the Future

Envisioning the Future

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ADVENT Command, Switzerland

The more Saudia looked at the glowing red hologlobe, the more she wondered what the point of it actually was. It wasn't exactly an effective way of communicating information, but then again, she supposed that looks were important to an international organization. Not that it mattered, as she wouldn't be using that expensive paperweight for any actual work. It would serve just as well impressing the various people that came through.

She looked at the tablet in her hand detailing her itinerary for the next few days. Literally all of her time was going to be spent familiarizing herself with the inner workings of ADVENT now that everything was in full production. She'd spent time appointing people to various agencies, but hadn't visited every site yet, which she needed to do regardless since the situation was different now.

It was only a matter of time until the first attack, and all of them were scrambling to predict exactly where to prepare for. Then there was the matter of both the Middle East and Brazil, not to mention bringing more countries into ADVENT. International opinion at the moment seemed to be taking a wait-and-see approach with ADVENT, especially Europe which was vexing, but they would likely come into the fold shortly.

On top of that there was the much smaller issue of ensuring that the world didn't undergo a financial collapse, but fortunately, she had planned for that ahead of time and had developed some ways to lessen the impact. The Americans were not going to like it, especially the larger companies, but unfortunately for them, she needed them working for ADVENT.

But that was something she'd discuss with Jasmine in more detail. Right now she was waiting for another of her recent hires who was supposed to be arriving…she glanced at the time on her tablet. Any minute now, it seemed. The door behind her swished open and in strode her new Chief Diplomat of ADVENT, Firdaus Hassan.

Hailing from Singapore, he was, by her estimation, exactly what was needed in a diplomat of any kind. Willing to negotiate and highly persuasive, but at the same time uncompromising in fulfilling his duties. Ultimatums were sometimes needed, and they had to be delivered with conviction, which was a quality Diplomat Hassan had expressed.

"Chancellor," he greeted cordially, a clear, but not distracting accent coloring his voice. To her mild surprise, he placed his right fist over his heart, emulating the XCOM salute she'd witnessed. Interesting how that was catching on. She supposed it might as well be standardized soon since most assumed it was the proper way to begin with.

"Diplomat Hassan," she greeted, inclining her head. "A pleasure to meet you again."

He smiled and placed a small stack of files on a nearby table. "You as well, Chancellor. We have quite a lot to cover here."

"That we do," she agreed, walking over beside him. "And now that ADVENT is official, what is the reaction?"

"As of right now, mostly positive and at worst, neutral," he answered, pulling out a neatly annotated map. "Public opinion is high, but that is not surprising. That being said, most of the European countries are still holding out, largely at the insistence of the EU, whose leadership is extremely wary of us."

"Unsurprising," Saudia commented. "So bypass them."

"Unfortunately it isn't as simple as that," Hassan cautioned. "The largest European countries are tied tightly to the EU, and leaving it is no easy matter."

"They can leave," Saudia pointed out. "Germany is proof of that."

"Ah, technically, Germany is still part of the EU," Hassan corrected. "There are very specific articles that allow the withdrawal from the EU, which Germany has not triggered, but for all intents and purposes, they are not a part of it, and the only reason the EU hasn't economically sanctioned them is because they're worried about German retaliation, and since they have access to alien technology, they don't want to risk a Brazilian situation."

Saudia frowned. "Understandable, but they can still leave, yes?"

"Yes, but the process takes years, even if they wanted to," Hassan said, stepping back. "And both of us know there is no time for that. However, I don't think we need to worry about that, provided that we appeal to their natures."

"And I suspect you know what those are," Saudia guessed, though she could make some assumptions of her own.

"Self-preservation is all well and good," Hassan said. "But the fact is that at the moment, most of Europe is insulated from the greater alien threat."

Saudia sniffed. "They'll feel differently when the attacks hit."

"I agree," Hassan nodded. "But in the meantime, we need to show that ADVENT is superior economically and stronger than anything the EU can provide. And beyond the technology, military power and protection we can offer, you are looking into a new backed currency for ADVENT, correct?"

"Yes," Saudia said.

"That will likely be just enough to convince them," Hassan said with a smile. "All that remains is for them to simply ignore the EU. Once enough countries take part, they will collapse and the rest of Europe can be assimilated. Once the larger countries like the UK, France and Italy join, the smaller ones will quickly follow suit out of fear. Those will not be difficult to convince."

"That covers Europe," Saudia said, nodding. "But it doesn't sound like those will be the source of any problems."

"Unlikely," Hassan agreed. "As you have probably guessed, cooperation with China is unlikely to happen. Let me just say that they are not exactly happy that we're encroaching on their territory. Now that Taiwan and all of ASEAN is protected by ADVENT, they consider themselves "boxed in.""

"Correct," Saudia said. "But China isn't stupid. They know they can't win on their own."

Hassan scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I've had dealings with the Chinese government, so here is what I believe their goals are: Yes, they know they can't win the war on their own. They don't intend to. They want to survive it independent of ADVENT. And truthfully, should things remain static, they are one of the few nations who could do it."

Saudia appraised the hologlobe. "They have manpower, alien material and economic clout. I wouldn't imagine they would survive whole…but I see your point. They may value independence over assimilation."

"China does not want to answer to any foreign power," Hassan confirmed. "More to the point, they are more concerned that ADVENT would remove the Chinese government altogether and install the Taiwanese back in power."

"Considering that Taiwan is technically the true government of China, I would not be opposed to that," Saudia muttered. "Though that would be a matter for Congress, not me."

"It's not just that worry either," Hassan continued, pointing towards west China. "There are countries that China has taken over that want their independence. Should China become part of ADVENT, there is a high likelihood that territories like Tibet will be granted independence from Chinese control. Thus leading to a crash of Chinese influence in the world, which they have come to enjoy. They are a global superpower and have enjoyed the benefits that brings, so it is understandable they would be loath to give that up under ADVENT."

"Selfish," Saudia muttered under her breath. "And a problem. China will be vital when the aliens begin concentrated attacks. We can't lose that country because of idiotic governments."

"Then might I suggest we make them more…amenable to our suggestions?" Hassan asked, raising an eyebrow. "China cannot be self-sufficient forever, but if they hold onto the wealth of trade agreements, imports and exports, they will last as long as we do."

Saudia got an idea of what he was aiming for. "Starve them out," she said approvingly. "Cease all trade with China until they join ADVENT. Supplement whatever we lose with that of other nations in ADVENT. Gradually, of course. Ceasing trade with China is impossible to happen overnight."

"Agreed," Hassan said. "Which is why I would suggest you make preparations for such immediately. I would prefer the Chinese ambassador know we are serious before we give him an initial ultimatum."

"You expect him to refuse," Saudia noted.

"Of course he will refuse." Hassan waved a hand dismissively. "But the longer the war progresses, China will become weaker and weaker. They must be isolated completely first though before they will even contemplate joining us."

"And in the worst case, we have the Directive itself." Saudia said.

He frowned. "Yes, I'm aware. But I would be extremely careful. A war with China would be disastrous now."

"You don't need to remind me," Saudia said, rubbing her forehead. "Two now are bad enough."

"Though the outcome in the Middle East will likely end up benefiting us," Hassan said, motioning to the region. "While the war itself is…regrettable…it removes the issue of the Middle East and the instability within it."

"I somehow doubt it," Saudia muttered, narrowing her eyes at the hologlobe. "For some reason, I doubt the populations are going to be receptive to Israeli control."

"Of course they won't," Hassan amended. "But their political threat will be neutralized. And the Peacekeepers will deal with any unrest. Brazil is a larger concern for us, since Marshal Luana is not exactly acting in accordance with the Directive."

"I'm aware of that," Saudia said, grimacing in recollection. "The news is being overshadowed right now fortunately, but she is not doing wonders for our public image down there."

"I will warn you that if she is to continue unrestricted, it will turn South America against us," Hassan warned, lacing his fingers together as he appraised her. "Unfortunately the good Marshal has a low opinion of diplomats and was not receptive to my suggestions. I'm afraid that the position has gone to her head."

"I'll deal with her myself," Saudia said. "If she continues, she needs to be aware of the consequences. I believe she isn't aware that breaking the Directive is grounds for immediate arrest by the Peacekeepers."

"Or, more likely, believes that she is too important to be replaced," Hassan suggested with a smile. "In the meantime, I will attempt to ensure that she doesn't start any additional unnecessary wars."

"Luana will be dealt with," Saudia promised. "What of North America?"

"A more challenging issue than I first anticipated," Hassan admitted, looking to the hologlobe. "Mexico is remaining neutral for the moment and will likely continue to do so until we establish ourselves more firmly. They are moderately tied to China, though not exactly friendly with them. Should we begin isolating the Chinese, I believe that will make Mexico more amenable to joining ADVENT, especially if we can provide everything they would lose from the Chinese."

"I would prefer they join sooner than later," Saudia said. "They would be useful for agriculture exportation. But we can do for quite a while without them. What other challenges are there?"

"As expected, there has been an extreme amount of legislative backlash to President Treduant more or less unilaterally taking America into ADVENT," Hassan revealed, sounding slightly amused. "Public opinion is extremely torn at the moment, and amusingly enough, it has had the effect of splitting the bases of both Republicans and Democrats."

Saudia raised an eyebrow. "How so?" She'd always found the polarization between both main parties of American politics morbidly fascinating, so was curious how they were being affected.

"The Republicans are split between those who support it for the sole purpose of fighting the aliens, and then you have the odd mix of constitutionalists who believe her actions are 'un-American' and 'traitorous', and then the conspiracy theorists, anti-globalists and other extremists of the Republicans. An odd alliance if I must say so, but they are united in this."

He motioned aimlessly with a free hand. "And on the other side, the Democrats are having somewhat of a crisis of faith, with the supporters of a more interconnected society and those also prioritizing the aliens supporting Treduant. And of course the opposition are, amusingly enough, angry at her for the same reason as Republican constitutionalists, seeing her as a 'traitor' and of course there is a sizable section that believes ADVENT is equivalent to a fascist government that will abuse its power through force."

"That is a drastic generalization," Saudia said, not particularly concerned with that point. "It's certainly more authoritarian than the former United States government, but I do not see that as a bad thing."

"Speaking bluntly, Chancellor, what you believe doesn't matter," Hassan stated. "Perception is key, and our initial actions are going to either dispel or reaffirm fears. Protestors are already organizing in the United States, and it is likely Congress is going to attempt impeachment."

Saudia snorted. "The United States government has no power anymore. They cannot remove Treduant even if they wanted to, since their military and agencies are being incorporated into ADVENT. I'm not concerned with their opinion. If they present issues, there are procedures in place to deal with them. That's what the Peacekeepers were established for. The laws are public, and they have no excuses if they break them."

Hassan sighed. "Correct, but I'm warning you that full…enforcement…of the laws is not going to be perceived well my certain other countries. Namely Canada at the moment, since they have flatly refused to consider joining because they also see ADVENT as 'An authoritarian superpower with the means and potential to silence dissent in the media, peaceful protest and selective candidacy for positions of government.'"

"Fear-mongering," Saudia dismissed with a wave. "If they actually bothered to read the regulations on everything they supposedly have problems with, they would realize that ADVENT only targets media outlets who continuously publish false information, and deal severely with violent protest. And that anyone can apply to run for a government position, but unlike other previous iterations, there are actually standards that will need to be met. Money is no longer a guaranteed means of winning elections. And said candidates would be screened by an independent agency, not the Executive Branch."

"I don't disagree," Hassan said tactfully. "But it is an issue of both trust and uncertainty. You are assuming that everyone in ADVENT will follow the regulations, but the Canadians see the possibility of abuse as too high. Frankly, Chancellor, it is not an entirely unreasonable position, and one you can't disprove by words alone."

"Perhaps not," Saudia nodded. "Perhaps I'll travel there myself and explain in more detail."

"I would not suggest that unless it is an emergency," Hassan advised. "That's what I'm for. The aliens are a more pressing issue than Canada at the moment, and the situation is unlikely to change. There are better uses of your time than winning the Canadians over, and even if you went, they likely won't be convinced by you."

Saudia was silent for a few moments. While he was objectively right, the Canadian proclamation against ADVENT seemed almost like a dare for her to defend it. It was a challenge she didn't want to ignore, especially since she knew she could refute it easily. But she supposed she might as well get used to the reality that she couldn't manage or respond to every criticism of her or ADVENT. "I suppose you're right," she said, turning back to him. "I believe that covers the diplomatic state of the world, though you also mentioned you had a breakthrough with Prime Minister Sakata?"

He brightened. "Yes, what I hope to be the first major ADVENT diplomatic success. Prime Minister Sakata is certain he can bring Japan into ADVENT, though wants to speak to you first before making it official."

"Excellent," Saudia smiled. "I want to do it as soon as possible then."

"You are taking a trip to Asia within a few days, yes?" Hassan asked. "Should I add a short detour to Japan during that time to your itinerary?"

"Do it," Saudia confirmed. "Tell him I look forward to it."

"Certainly," Hassan promised with an easy smile. "A good start here, I think. I look forward to what else we can do."

"As do I," Saudia said, picking up her tablet and adding that to her list of things to do. One down, quite a few more tasks to complete.

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Brazil, ADVENT Research Facility

One of the benefits of transferring EXALT resources into ADVENT was that all that had to be changed in most cases was the logo and bringing in new people. Brazil had served as the center of EXALT research, so Saudia saw no reason why that needed to change now. It was somewhat of a relief to not have to be as careful in selecting potential scientists, since secrecy was no longer a concern.

But still, the number of people who had the qualifications to lead research into the alien technology was limited, even with XCOM furnishing much of their own research to assist. Progress was, as Darian promised, 'advancing' but she preferred to see it for herself. The glass doors of the labs slid open soundlessly and she strode in, breathing in the sterile air.

Many new scientists filled the spaces that had once been exclusively held by the Eridan family, but times were changing and people had to be moved around. Though Saudia had ensured that all who were at this particular facility were experts in their field. However, this time she only wanted to speak to two of them who were standing on the end, one familiar, and the other new.

The two men seemed to be having an intense discussion, though paused as they saw her approach and turned to face her. "Chancellor," Tygan greeted, inclining his head. "A pleasure to see you again, and I must congratulate you on your promotion."

"The sentiment is shared, Chancellor," Kim Munju, the new Chief of Alien Research, said. The aged scientist clearly had a mind sharp as ever, despite his graying hair, if the reports Supreme Leader Gwan had sent were true. Outside of XCOM, he was probably the only one with as much comparable experience with raw alien technology. "I have, of course, been working since my appointment, though there are certain issues that need to be solved."

"Yes," Tygan said slowly, giving his new colleague a disapproving look. "There are certain…disagreements…I have with Dr. Munju regarding our path forward."

Saudia nodded. "Explain."

"It concerns the MELD substance," Kim explained, picking up a tablet. "Our current supply is limited, and thus that means aspects of research conducted must be prioritized until we either recover more, or XCOM provides us with some of their stockpile."

"Nevertheless, that would not dismiss the current dilemma," Tygan interrupted in his borderline robotic voice, raising a hand. "Were this another substance, there would be a clear line of authority. But as MELD relates to genetics as well as…other applications…this needs to be decided by either you or Dr. Eridan."

"Noted," Saudia said. "Dr. Tygan, where would you prefer we focus our research?"

"Cheap and simple genetic modification," Tygan revealed, picking up a tablet and handing it to her. "I have conducted previous research that has shown the ability of the MELD substance beyond simple military applications. With a sufficient investment, I theorize that we could eliminate every disease that has befallen humanity. Cancer, AIDS, Malaria, infertility, any genetic deficiency or virus could be eliminated with just a small application of MELD."

That…was extremely significant. Saudia had admittedly not expected a focus on the potential civilian aspects of MELD, but it made sense. "How certain are you of this?" She asked, looking over the formulas and images, trying to understand them. It was simply gibberish to her, but she doubted Tygan would give her false information.

"Certain enough to believe it warrants further study," Tygan reaffirmed, clasping his hands behind his back. "I am, of course, aware of our limited supply. I would not advise it unless I was confident in my theory. As you can imagine, the implications have a global impact, and of course they could be modified for any alien contagions we encounter."

"An admittedly useful application for our soldiers," Kim begrudgingly said, though he didn't seem particularly pleased.

"In addition, I have not forgotten our military," Tygan continued. "XCOM has clearly had success integrating non-human DNA into their soldiers, and I want to continue work, though in a way that increases the survivability of our soldiers. Thus I propose we open research into the regenerative capabilities of various animals, such as the jellyfish, and apply the rapid healing to our soldiers."

That was an application that seemed almost too good to be true. "Is that even possible?" Saudia asked, crossing her arms.

"Anything is possible, Chancellor," Tygan answered. "But the theory of integrating non-human DNA into humans was proven by XCOM. MELD in truth is highly advanced nanotechnology, and these nanites can be programmed to do whatever we wish. Imagine soldiers whose skin mends in seconds from burns or cuts, or bones that revert to a pre-programed state whenever broken. With enough modification, one soldier could be almost impossible to kill."

Tygan held up a finger. "This can also be applied to our equipment as well. MELD nanites could be programmed to fix broken or disabled parts, and if we truly wanted to invest resources, machines could be built to manufacture equipment or weapons in the field. The possibilities are many, Chancellor."

Given what XCOM had accomplished, Saudia was sure that it was possible, and she was rather impressed by the line of research Tygan proposed. "Excellent work, Dr. Tygan. I'm curious as to how there can be dissent here? Dr. Munju, would you elaborate?"

"It is not a disagreement about the usefulness, but prioritization," Kim disputed, inclining his head briefly as she turned her attention on him. "While curing disease and making our soldiers difficult to kill have nice, packaged and predictable results, they do little to solve our ultimate problem. What is our priority, Chancellor? Improving the quality of life for Earth, or stopping the aliens?"

Saudia frowned. "If the aliens aren't stopped, the quality of life won't matter."

"Exactly," Kim said approvingly. "While Dr. Tygan's ideas are well suited for times of peace, one, we are at war, and two, they lack imagination. They are generic and predictable solutions when the application of MELD is only limited by what we can dream."

He handed her several pictures of alligators, spiders, beetles and snakes. "If we wish to truly protect our soldiers, we cannot take half-measures and look to the superior qualities of other creatures. Alligator skin to protect soldiers from chryssalids and projectile attacks, adapting the web shooting of spiders and the venom projection of bombardier beetles and cobras to our own soldiers. XCOM has taken the appropriate steps and it seems pointless not to continue their work to its fullest potential."

"And at that point, what exactly do we have left?" Tygan demanded. "Can one who undergoes such changes even be considered Human any longer?"

"Humanity is not some static state," Kim dismissed. "Why must we confine ourselves of one form when there are others we can become which are superior? We have the capability to do so, Tygan, why are we less human for enhancing ourselves. We are not the apex species here, but we have the potential to be."

Saudia was certainly not opposed to integrating foreign DNA into humanity…but even she wasn't entirely comfortable with the extreme level of conversion Kim was proposing. The Commander would likely see little issue with it, but she didn't subscribe to that philosophy. At some point the human in question would not be technically a human, but some strange hybrid. Not inferior, but certainly not human, and definitely not more.

"In addition to the biological side, there is that to do with cybernetics that has not been fully explored," Kim continued, handing her some sketches. "The MECs are one of the great achievements of XCOM that we should attempt to emulate. The robotic ones we currently plan on using are…sufficient, but lack a human mind to command. However, if we are to utilize MELD on vehicles and other heavy equipment, I do not think it should be focused on human integration. But for humans, with MELD we can craft a superior human, enhanced with prosthetics stronger and better than their current limbs."

"And again at what point are we not improving soldiers, but merely creating robotic drones, who are barely different from machines?" Tygan demanded. "Why not just create machines if that is what you believe is superior?"

"Because the human mind is what is the essence of our species," Kim stated fondly. "It is superior and cannot be simply replaced by a machine. There is a reason we have human operators behind all machines, because we can adapt and plan in ways a machine can't."

Kim waved a hand. "To continue beyond the scope of simple biological and cybernetic modifications, there is an aspect that even XCOM doesn't cover, or at least one I haven't found."

"Which is?" Saudia asked.

"Weaponization," Kim said with an eerie smile. "MELD is composed of nanites, so why not simply program those nanites to hunt and kill?" He held up a finger. "One MELD nanite is invisible to the naked eye, but with the correct programming it alone is enough to burrow into a brain and explode or tear it apart. What defense do the aliens have against that? Imagine battlefields saturated with a cloud of nanites that kills any alien that enters it, or better, hunts them."

"And I only see potential for our own destruction in that application," Tygan interrupted, wrinkling his nose. "The application holds merit, but the risks far outweigh the potential gains. We are then one mistake from either killing our soldiers, or worse, our species. And what happens, Dr. Munju, if a non-ADVENT state acquires these weapons or schematics? You have just introduced a weapon of mass destruction that could be nearly impossible to stop."

Tygan shook his head. "No, Chancellor, I can support weapons that kill the aliens, but I cannot support a nearly unstoppable weapon that could be easily abused, or worse, turned against us. Even as a last resort, I maintain that option should never be used. MELD is a Pandora's Box and if we do not treat it as such, we risk our own destruction or worse."

"And if we do not take every advantage, we are guaranteed our destruction!" Kim shot back. "If we have an application that can kill Ethereals, we should use it! Not shrink back in fear of what might happen. The worst case scenario can be applied to everything Dr. Tygan, do not hide behind it as a means to stall progress!"

"And is the possibility of extinction not worth extra consideration?" Tygan demanded, steel creeping into his voice, though he did not raise it. "Would you take that gamble?"

Kim fixed him with a cold stare. "If the future of our species is at stake, absolutely, doctor."

"Enough!" Saudia commanded, raising a hand. Once she had their attention, she lowered it and continued. "You have both done well, and your ideas have merit, all of them. But you are right, Dr. Munju, we must prioritize. At the moment, I agree that we need to focus on keeping our soldiers alive. Dr. Tygan, I want you to begin research into applying regenerative capabilities to our soldiers and equipment."

She looked towards Kim. "Take your most promising blueprints for cybernetic modification and begin research immediately. Should Tygan's research prove successful, we can begin looking into other possible integrations. I also agree with Tygan regarding a nanite plague. While certainly useful, I am not confident it is safe enough to develop, and we are nowhere near the point where such a measure should be considered."

He pursed his lips, but nodded. "Understood, Chancellor. Though I disagree with your and Dr. Tygan, your reasoning I can understand."

Saudia narrowed her eyes. "And I am going to clarify that you will not open any projects related to weaponization of the MELD. Do I make myself clear?"

He nodded. "Of course, Chancellor. I will perform my tasks as directed."

"Good," Saudia stepped back. "Don't waste any time. I suspect there are only days until the aliens attack and we must be ready to respond as soon as possible."

"Yes, Chancellor," Tygan affirmed, inclining his head. "I will begin research immediately."

"I expect updates," Saudia said, turning away. "Good luck to both of you and don't forget we are counting on your results."

"Trust me, Chancellor," Kim promised, his eyes never leaving hers. "All of us are aware of the stakes. I assure you that we will not fail as we have no choice."

---

Seoul, South Korea

"[Daddy? Wake up, daddy!]"

Duri Eun-Jung groaned as the sound of his daughter's voice reached his ears. "[What is it, Mari?]" He muttered sleepily, not opening his eyes. "[Daddy's sleeping.]"

He heard her giggle at that. "[The soldiers are marching,]" she said excitedly. "[They just passed us.]"

That drew him further from his stupor. They were marching? Why? Adrenaline shot through him instantly as the possibility of an attack reached his mind. No! No…calm down. If there'd been an attack there'd be alarms blaring and he'd be getting frantic calls from command. Still…he looked to the clock resting on the nightstand. Just after eight, still pretty early.

Which meant it was probably going to be a busy day.

He rolled his head back on the pillow until he was looking at the blank ceiling. "[You want to go watch them march?]"

He looked down to his eight-year old daughter who returned his gaze with bright eyes, unabashedly excited at the possibility. She'd always been fascinated with anything involving the military and he'd done his best to accommodate her, even if sometimes he was woken up on days he would really prefer to sleep in. "[Yes!]" She said excitedly. "[Can we? Before they finish?]"

He pretended to give it some thought, frowning at her, but she was no fool and knew when he was faking. "[All right,]" he told her. "[Get dressed in ten, ok?]"

"[Yes, sir!]" She said enthusiastically, snapping into a mock salute. The seriousness of her expression was extremely cute and he resisted the urge to chuckle, only waving her off as she quickly dashed off.

The sheets beside him shifted and Sandara opened her eyes blearily at him, careful not to wake their sleeping five-year old daughter who had once again snuck into their bed in the middle of the night. Nabi clearly preferred their bed to her own, and she was still young enough where he felt fine permitting it. Especially these days, the children needed all the comforting they could get.

"[Mari?]" She asked knowingly with a smile gracing her beautiful face.

"[Soldiers are marching and she wants to go watch them,]" he answered, reaching over and brushing a lone strand of black hair out of her eye. "[They'll be wearing the new armor too, so I'm preparing for a lot of questions.]"

Sandara's face immediately became concerned as she realized the implications. "[Early for them, isn't it.]"

It wasn't a question.

"[Seems so,]" he nodded grimly. "[There's a good chance-]"

"[Don't say it,]" she interrupted softly. "[Just…not until we know for sure.]"

"[Alright,]" he promised, leaning over and giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. "[Now I better not keep Mari waiting. I gave her ten minutes. Won't look good if she beats me, would it?]"

Sandara gave a forced chuckle. "[No, it definitely won't. Go on, I'll see you later.]"

Careful not to disturb Nabi, he got up from the bed and quickly went into the restroom to make himself somewhat presentable. Throwing water on his face wiped away any last strands of fatigue and he stared at the reflection in the mirror, something he'd fallen into doing recently. The man that faced him was just another black-haired Korean, maybe with skin a shade darker than normal, brown eyes and a short nose. Not anyone unique by any means.

Duri Eun-Jung, alien fighter, defender of humanity. Not once had that been a title he'd ever thought he'd ascribe to himself, yet here he was. Of all the enemies he'd prepared to fight, the North, the Chinese…aliens had never been on that list.

And yet, here they were. It was what he and his soldiers had been training for, but there was a difference between preparing to fight humans, and something alien. But he supposed soon he'd find out just how good they really were.

In the end, he supposed it didn't matter what he looked like, because the only face that mattered was the black visor of the ADVENT Captains, the uniform of which stared at him though the mirror, propped up in preparation for actual use. While he wasn't entirely comfortable wearing what had previously been North Korean armor, he had to admit it was better than anything he was used to.

"[Soon,]" he muttered to the armor as he got dressed, and put it out of his mind as he prepared to spend what might be the last outing with his daughter for a while.

Perhaps forever.

---

Russia, Center of ADVENT Engineering and Development

This meeting was one Saudia was personally interested in since it was one of the few where she'd felt confident placing a former EXALT member in charge. Feng Mercado was the most brilliant engineer EXALT had, and she could not find another who could really compare, though there had been several who'd come close and she'd given them appropriate positions.

However, she was aware that some of the other engineers were not exactly pleased to be working under someone they hadn't heard of until several weeks ago.

This current installation had once been EXALT, similar to the Eridan research facility and had similarly been converted for ADVENT usage. Not as nice as the one that had been in China before XCOM had raided it, but it was more than sufficient for the development of experimental equipment and concepts.

The machines were humming and clanking in the background, which she tuned out and headed for two figures who were standing in front of a holographic projection displayed in red light of what she could only assume was a vehicle of some sort, though she suspected it was not to scale. Feng stood proudly in front of it, his hands clasped behind his back and looking as professional as ever in his suit with the ADVENT emblem proudly embroidered on the pocket.

Just by looking at him, most would imagine him to be too young to hold as much experience as he had. A popular stereotype was that Asians didn't age, which Saudia found amusing, but it was oddly true for Feng. Completing the picture was the ever-neat moustache that somehow worked with his professional image.

In contrast was the woman standing next to him, who wore ADVENT work attire stained with grease, soot and other accumulated grime from the workshops. She could definitely not be called neat, but it was definitely clear she wasn't concerned about getting her hands dirty, although Saudia did note her hands were clean. Good that she had made an effort not to look like she'd just come from the workshops.

Saudia wouldn't have really minded either way. The Chief of Fabrication was someone she expected to continuously be testing the equipment Feng designed and helping refine it. Ofelia De Leon had been somewhat of a surprise to find, hailing from Panama, but her resume and listed experience was more than enough for Saudia to enlist her help in ADVENT.

"Chancellor," Feng greeted smoothly as she approached. "A pleasure to see you again."

"Same," Ofelia grunted, the Hispanic woman adopting a similar stance to Feng as she walked up.

"At ease," Saudia said, waving a hand indicating they could relax. "I assume you have updates for me."

"That we do," Feng confirmed with a smile. "Though I'll let dear Ofelia here begin."

"Stop calling me that," Ofelia growled, stepping forward to the console controlling the massive holodisplay. She cleared her throat and continued. "We have begun full production on the initial iterations of the armor for our military, as per your directions."

The holograms depicting the various armor sets appeared. "Already we've severely exhausted our supply of alloys, even diluting the content mixed with metals from Earth," she continued, pointing at the sets. "But it will survive at least one direct blast from plasma weapons, and provides more than sufficient protection from ballistic weapons."

Saudia raised an eyebrow. "You aren't happy with it?"

"Of course I'm not," Ofelia stated emotionlessly. "Our armor needs to survive more than one shot. But until we get more alloys, that's not going to happen so I need to make do with what I've got."

"The good news is that we have enough to outfit most of our military," Feng interrupted. "Which is a more important point. It can be improved later, Ofelia, so no need to trouble yourself over it further."

Ofelia ignored him and continued, keeping her gaze fixed on Saudia. "We've also been provided the Shieldbearer prototype, though development is being delayed until Dr. Mercado has refined the design. Until then, most of the Russian Shieldbearers will be helping Israel subdue the Middle East."

"The Russians had an excellent concept," Feng elaborated on, a smile on his face. "But their iteration is…flawed. The shielding technology is primitive and borderline useless, more a fault of the vision of the Russians than their engineers. It has the potential to be one of our most powerful units, but not as it currently stands."

Saudia didn't change her expression. "Elaborate."

"Of course," he continued without missing a beat. "The Russians conceptualized the Shieldbearer armor as a means to create some kind of invincible soldier. Understandable, but it has a severe lack of creativity." Feng waved aimlessly. "Heavily armored units have their place, but it makes little sense to have multiple kinds. The Lancer Division fulfills that role quite easily."

Feng pressed a button on the console and the suits were repositioned in a square, with the Shieldbearer in the middle. "I see a much more useful role the Shieldbearers can perform," Feng continued. "The shield could be applied to other units beyond the unit itself." He pressed another button and a simulated red shockwave emitted from the Shieldbearer and each armor set was overlaid by an additional barrier of red.

"I am still working out how to make it work correctly," Feng admitted. "But I'm confident I will solve it in weeks. It is certainly possible. Ofelia?"

"Dr. Mercado is correct," Ofelia confirmed with a nod in his direction. "Initial testing proves the theory is sound. The issue is both the range and power of the shield itself is extremely low."

"Good enough," Saudia nodded. "A unit like that could be extremely useful. I assume our weapons are also up to standard?"

"Without a doubt," Ofelia confirmed, for the first time smiling brightly. "Arms manufacturing is not an issue. Gauss weapons can be developed without alien alloys in all variants."

"Are there any downsides?" Saudia asked.

"Only in durability," Ofelia clarified. "We were careful not to compromise power, but the weapons will eventually fall apart with repeated use. But we know exactly how long, and Dr. Mercado has devised a recommendation for the phasing out and renewal for the ADVENT military."

"No need for such formalities, Ofelia," Feng interrupted. "We've used first names so far, no point in changing for the Chancellor. Moving on, we've also looked into applying the laser weapon technology of XCOM." He sniffed. "It is a highly inefficient implementation if I do say so myself."

Well, wasn't he confident. Saudia was amused at that, but kept her expression neutral. "How so?"

He pressed a button on the console and a holographic replica of a laser weapon appeared. "The problem with laser weapons is the incredible amount of energy they consume," Feng continued. "In all other aspects, lasers are superior to gauss weapons against unarmored targets and only require an instant to kill. XCOM…" wrinkled his nose. "They like to use their laser weapons as equivalents to crude cutting tools. Wasting previous energy in the hopes they slice an alien in two."

He shook his head. "The energy output makes it inefficient to put in human hands, else soldiers would run out of power in minutes. I am unsure how XCOM overcomes this issue, but it is irrelevant as I have devised a far more effective solution."

He nodded to Ofelia who pressed another button on the console and the image of a bipedal mechanical unit appeared. Ah, right. The result of the American Mechanized Defense Unit Project. A ten-foot metal robot in white plating that clasped a massive machine gun all controlled by an angled and clearly robotic head. A rocket launcher was also attached to its back for good measure.

"Like the Russians, the Americans had the right concept," Feng said, motioning proudly to the MECs. "And unlike the Russians, their vision was appropriate for what they wanted. I have simply updated the model to incorporate laser weaponry. Unlike humans, machines are precise and do not waste without purpose. I can think of no better application of it than to the machine itself."

"Testing overwhelmingly supports this," Ofelia added. "The MDU was tested and has eliminated up to six targets within two seconds by only using a fraction of the energy and with response times far beyond what a human can accomplish."

"Ah, but wait, there's more," Feng smiled and the image of an armored turret appeared. "I simply adapted the technology for a turret design of mine. I believe we could easily install them on our bases, and since they incorporate laser technology, would eliminate most threats instantly. Lasers are near-instantaneous after all, and it only takes a millisecond for one beam to pierce an opening."

And this was why she'd put him in charge. Not even XCOM had thought to employ the technology they had at their disposal in this way. "Excellent work," she complimented. "Both of you. How soon will production begin?"

"Up to you, Chancellor," Ofelia said with a shrug. "Both basic models can be built without using alien alloys, though they will be substantially weaker, but incorporating laser weaponry will consume a portion of our stockpiles."

"I want at least a several dozen fully upgraded MDUs," Saudia said. "We need some to combat the aliens. But I also want those turrets at every major military installation, especially Japan and Korea, do not worry about fully armoring them. Is that feasible?"

"Certainly," Feng said. "Earth metals are not difficult to come by, and the hit to our stockpiles for the laser upgrade will be negligible if they win us wars. Also," he raised a finger, and several more variants appeared. "I've also taken the liberty of designing several additional types to fulfill other roles. One specializes in long-range combat," he motioned towards a MDU with the rocket launcher extending several feet above it, and holding what appeared to be some kind of large sniper rifle. "And another utilizes that rocket launcher more frequently." She looked to the unit in question which had a much larger rocket launcher attached to its back, and smaller ones built into the arms as well. It didn't carry a weapon.

"Again, excellent job," Saudia said approvingly. "Is there anything else?"

"That there is," Feng said, scratching his chin. "For the immediate future, we will make do with the vehicles and aircraft currently, though I have made improvements incorporating Gaussian and laser technology, but there are no new models. But I am aware that more will be needed, and one such prototype I've developed is the ADVENT Troop Transport."

The hologram changed to the vehicle she'd seen walking in. It appeared to be a smaller adaption of a helicopter body, but instead of any blades or landing gear, there were four pillar-like appendages attached to the sides, two in the front, two in the back. "As it stands now, current technology is ill-fitted for quick and safe deployment," Feng continued, motioning to the vehicle. "This prototype would allow rapid inserting into hot zones within fifteen seconds or less and would be able to withstand barrages from enemy fire. I'm looking to incorporate aspects of the Shieldbearer technology into it as well, perhaps when soldiers deploy."

He shook his head. "Plans for the future. But the Troop Transport would be one of the fastest aircraft, comparable to an XCOM skyranger in allowing rapid reinforcement from distant garrisons. And it will not be run using traditional fossil fuels, but instead a renewable source that I expect will become more common."

"Elerium?" Saudia guessed, since the number of fuels that fit that was very small. She wasn't sure that the strange alien substance was a fuel, but it had powered quite a few alien weapons and equipment, so it must emit some kind of energy.

"Correct," Feng said with a nod. "Unfortunately, we are still in the process of learning how best to utilize it. XCOM's research is…limited, and it will take some time to understand it. But when we solve the mystery, I will have the Troop Transport ready to deploy."

"Keep me appraised," Saudia ordered. "But again, both of you have done exceptionally well. Keep up the good work and if you need additional help, be sure to request it."

"Oh, don't worry," Feng reassured her with a smile. "We will not hesitate, but if I may make a suggestion, please ensure we win the initial battles. Until we have a way to recreate or synthesize the alien alloys, our output will unfortunately be limited."

Saudia gave him a humorless smile. "Rest assured, Dr. Mercado, I have no intention of losing this war."

---

Japan, Tokyo

The Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building was one of the most interesting buildings Saudia had seen. There was something different about its architecture that made it stand out from the buildings around it, beyond that it was where the local government of Tokyo met and deliberated. It also made for an excellent spot to meet between two world leaders.

Prime Minister Sakata had certainly not spared his Security Police, since she'd been under the eyes of at least six officers she had seen at all times, and four were escorting her now. It made sense, though it was slightly annoying being barely able to move without bumping into one of them.

But better that than being assassinated.

The elevator dinged and it slid open. One of the officers motioned for her to exit and she followed his lead into the hallway. She was unfamiliar with the architecture, but trusted the officers would let her know when she was in front of the right door. Sure enough, one of the officers stopped her in front of a nondescript room. "This way, Chancellor," he said, and unlocked the door with a key.

"Prime Minister Sakata is inside," the officer said, stepping back. "We will remain here."

She nodded and opened the door to step into what seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary conference room with a large oak table with chairs, and floor-to-ceiling windows displaying the vast expanse of Tokyo. Prime Minister Reizo Sakata of Japan stood facing the window, and immediately turned to her as the door opened. Sakata was not an old man, but he looked aged now compared to the pictures Saudia had seen, which was hardly a surprise considering the burden he must be facing.

"Chancellor, welcome," Sakata greeted warmly, extending a hand which she took. "Thank you for speaking with me."

"Of course," Saudia said. "Considering the position your nation is currently in, it seems only right to alleviate any concerns you have."

"How altruistic," Sakata commented dryly. "But it is appreciated nonetheless. I understand your time is likely limited, so I will get to the point. I have addressed the Diet and we believe joining ADVENT is in our interests."

What she'd expected. "On behalf of ADVENT, I would be privileged to accept," she said.

"And what would be the immediate effect?" Sakata asked slowly. "We are aware of the changes to our government that would be need to be made, but those will take time."

Saudia clasped her hands behind her back. "The immediate effect would be the insertion of soldiers into Japan. I am certain you have guessed it, but we also believe the aliens will likely strike Japan next and we need to prepare. Much of civilian population would need to either enlist or evacuate."

"A conclusion we have come to as well," Sakata confirmed grimly. "There are bunkers that exist from World War II we could utilize, but those are insufficient to house the thousands of civilians that occupy just Tokyo. But it is good that your priorities are in the right place."

"We have little time to waste," Saudia told him. "I will be meeting with our Military commanders and the respective heads of North and South Korea as well as America so we can prepare. Now that Japan is with us, we will expect you there to help coordinate the defense."

"A task I am willing to undertake," Sakata promised, nodding. "The evacuation will take time, though. Several weeks at least."

Saudia pursed her lips. "We don't have that kind of time. If there is no other way, evacuate the coasts first since those will likely first fall under alien attack. Realize that we're expecting an attack within days, not even a week. Fail to act in time and thousands will die."

A single nod was her response. "With ADVENT's help, we might be able to do it."

"See to any other arrangements you need to make," Saudia advised. "I have one stop to make in America and then will be coordinating with our Military until an attack happens somewhere."

"I will inform the Emperor of our decision," Sakata said. "An address by him will grab the attention of the public and perhaps lower panic."

"Whatever you feel is appropriate," Saudia said. "And-"

"One more thing," Sakata interrupted, raising a hand. "I will also be announcing our decision immediately after this. Since you are here, I would like you to join me as a public statement of unity. It will certainly solidify our agreement internationally and the public deserves to see the woman leading the world."

Saudia shrugged, not bothered by the idea either way. "If you insist, though I have no speech planned."

"A pity," he mused. "I was quite impressed with your address in Geneva, but in this case it isn't needed. Just a few minutes afterwards posing for cameras, then you can be on your way."

"Let's do it," Saudia said, inclining the head. "Our timetable isn't getting any shorter. Japan is on borrowed time and I would prefer not to waste it."

"I agree," Sakata said with a smile, moving past her. "Then let's go."

---

New York, United States of America

The city was still recovering from both the alien attack, and the bombing of the UN Headquarters, but much of it still remained, and Saudia had wished she had made a trip to visit it at least once during her tenure as Director of EXALT. But the city was still impressive to her, even if it was clearly less busy than was typical.

There was also a franticness to the people walking around; there was no slow walking and enjoying the sights. Saudia had noted that it was not uncommon for people to glance up at the sky every once in a while, as if waiting for another UFO to come and begin bombing them. In general people seemed only interested in getting from one place to another, otherwise feeling exposed outside.

She could definitely understand that feeling, though was confident that nothing would happen today. Saudia intended her visit to be low-key here, given the current state of America, so was just wearing regular civilian attire which she knew looked odd when she entered one of the skyscrapers and was soon surrounded by well-dressed professionals.

The receptionist raised an eyebrow when she told her the appointment she had, but just shrugged when it appeared in the system. She gave her a keycard and Saudia set off for the the twelfth floor, taking only took a few minutes to arrive. As expected, Jasmine Vailan, her Head of Economic Analysis was waiting right on time.

Jasmine had actually been someone Saudia was aware of long before the aliens had come. She was a relatively obscure economist compared to those working in the States, since she spent most of her time working with the governments of many third world countries to help establish, fix or stabilize various economies, to usual success. It was a cause Saudia found admirable, and her successes made her the right pick to apply her expertise on a much larger scale.

"Saudia!" She greeted jovially once she came in. Jasmine was surprisingly informal compared to most of her staff, though given her own attire, Saudia didn't particularly mind. "You came fast."

"Right from Japan," Saudia answered, sitting down into a chair, though was careful not to let exhaustion overtake her. Last major stop, then she'd have something of a respite.

"I saw," Jasmine said, settling in a seat at the end of the table. "Nice job by the way. Having Japan in ADVENT is extremely reassuring for the Stock Market."

"Good," Saudia said, straightening up and looking the young American in the eyes. "You've had time to observe the fallout, so what's your analysis?"

Jasmin bit her lower lips before she began. "It's a good thing you warned me there'd be some …instability. Even with that, it was difficult to convince the WTO, Wall Street and the Federal Reserve to not completely flip out. You have any idea just how close we came to a worldwide crash when the UN essentially ceased to exist?"

"Closer than is ideal?" Saudia guessed wryly.

Jasmine sighed and pinched her forehead. "You have a gift for understatement, Saudia. But we need to act now before we do enter a worldwide depression in the middle of an alien invasion. They want results, and the decimation of the Australian market hasn't exactly helped."

"They should like that ADVENT nations don't have any special tax on import and export between member nations," Saudia said. "And they can still retain their trading agreements to non-ADVENT states."

"With a bunch of paperwork," Jasmine amended. "Which none of them like, but the non-taxed agreements in ADVENT were actually something that calmed them down a bit." She narrowed her eyes. "And I now suspect that I'm not going to like what you're going to say next."

"You probably won't," Saudia said, giving a small smile. "ADVENT is not going to perform any business or trade with China."

Jasmine gave a single nod. "Noted, any other mildly important points? Like how you're going to single handedly build a wall around Australia to keep the aliens in?"

"Spare me," Saudia sighed. "And I'm well aware of the implication-"

"Actually, no, I don't think so," Jasmine interrupted bluntly. "You know how many people do business in China?"

"Of course I do," Saudia defended. "And I also know that whatever China provides, someone else can provide more and better quality."

"Quality isn't the point," Jasmine stated. "It's cost. China is cheap and that's appealing. Best case scenario here is that you have the price of everything rise by several dollars, and we both know that isn't going to help."

"I agree, prices rising is not something we need now," Saudia nodded. "The population needs to remain calm. But there are solutions to prevent a sudden price hike while the companies find new trade agreements."

"I was afraid of that," Jasmine sighed.

"Isn't it possible?"

"Yes…" Jasmine said slowly. "But I'm just imagining the response I'm going to get when I give them the news."

"States of emergency," Saudia said. "The needs of ADVENT come before that of corporations. The major distributors will still retain control over their companies, they will just be subject to ADVENT control. It's not as though they're exactly poor."

"I'm imagining the commercials," Jasmine groaned. "Walmart, Save Money, Live better, now a Division of ADVENT. Working for the common people, or some other crap like that. And I assume you're still wanting to take over the weapon manufactures?"

"Of course," Saudia said. "And defense companies that was working for the United States and any weapons manufacturer of import will be working directly for ADVENT. We have a war to win and they will contribute."

"Oh, boy," Jasmine said, leaning back in her chair. "Solaris is going to be thrilled. When he expressed interest in helping ADVENT, I don't think he had being completely taken over."

Saudia resisted the urge not to smile. "I think he'll come around. And don't exaggerate, it's not like I'm mandating that everyone be fired and replaced."

"No, you just want ADVENT to have the final authority on every major decision," Jasmine mocked. "Much better."

"Enough with the sarcasm," Saudia said, lacing her fingers together. "Now, is that possible, and what might be the impact?"

"Let me think," Jasmine looked up for a couple minutes. "Alright, before we make any of this public, we have to both set up alternate trade agreements, establish state takeovers of corporations and keep everyone important informed. Then once that's in place, we say, 'hey, we're not trading with you anymore China, fuck off' sit back and watch the fireworks."

She grew a little more serious. "Joking aside, if…if this goes off without major issues, we're still going to have several really bad days in the stock market, though thanks to our price freezing, it won't be felt by the public for some time. But since everything was decided ahead of time, there should not be that much instability, certainly not enough to bring financial ruin to corporations of import."

She frowned. "Although, there are going to be a lot of small businesses that are going to go under because they heavily rely on imports from China. I suppose if we want to alleviate that, we could set up some sort of state-sponsored program to help out. I'd have to think on that, though."

"If it will help, do it," Saudia nodded. "And what of international economics?"

"They will likely fall into two categories," Jasmine said slowly. "Either they follow suit, since because of this, China is going to lose a lot of economic clout and will be seen as a trading partner with diminishing returns, or China will do everything in their power to not lose the partners they have. Mexico and many South American countries will be targeted by this. Long term, this will severely cripple China…especially as ADVENT grows."

"Good," Saudia stated with satisfaction. "Exactly as I want."

"You're the Chancellor," Jasmine said, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. "I know China isn't exactly playing ball, but this is, if I may say so, a bit extreme. Essentially isolating them will make the citizens suffer, you know that right? They'll be hit with this the hardest."

"I have little choice," Saudia stated coldly. "If China wants to fight this war alone, they will fight it alone and I will not support such selfishness from anyone, not even a previous superpower."

"Have you considered that China might respond militarily?" Jasmine suggested slowly. "This is all but declaring war on them without explicitly stating it."

"No." Saudia declared, steel in her voice. "China knows that would be signing its death warrant, and if they were foolish enough to attack ADVENT, then I am almost certain XCOM would become involved. The War in the Middle East and South America is bad enough, but China starting one would not be something they would ignore."

"Fair point," Jasmine acknowledged. "Boy do I have a lot of work to do. And we need to discuss your future plans. You still like the idea I proposed?"

"A new currency backed by alien metals and tech?" Saudia recalled. "Yes. Extremely clever, I must say. Exact values still need to be determined, but the idea is solid and would allow us to dictate the market."

"Influence," Jasmine corrected quickly. "We can't dictate the market, unless you want us to become communists. But control over the currency will definitely allow us to predict it, and an actual backed currency will definitely reassure Wall Street. Although they will probably kinda hate you later when we finalize the regulation aspects of banking and Wall Street."

"A topic for another day," Saudia said, standing up. "Good work, Jasmine."

"That's my job," she affirmed. "And you've given me plenty to do. Keep things calm and I can do the same on my end."

"I'll do my best," Saudia promised. "Trust me, stability is a goal everyone wants to achieve."

---

Seoul, South Korea

"[What do you think the Major wants?]" Min asked while they walked through the Headquarters. He had on his new black ADVENT armor though like Duri, held the helmet under his arm. Truthfully the armor itself was extremely high-quality, but Duri had never really liked helmets, and would get used to it later. First he needed to know what Major Hye needed to speak to him.

"[We're likely being deployed,]" was all he said as they rounded a corner. "[They don't normally schedule large patrols early in the morning unless they're worried about potential reprisal.]"

"[Aliens,]" Min said.

"[Aliens,]" Duri repeated with a nod. "[Not surprised. It was only a matter of time before they moved past Australia.]"

"[Nervous?]"

Duri snorted. "[What do you think? I just hope the fighting is far away from Seoul.]"

"[I doubt we'll be attacked first,]" Min reassured him. "[The aliens have bigger fish. They've got China and Japan as much larger and appetizing targets.]"

"[Good point,]" Duri grunted. "[Alright, wait here. I don't think this will take long.]" Min nodded and Duri stepped into the Spartan office of Major Hye. Said Major was sitting at his desk, and motioned for him to take a seat. Duri complied and noted that the gaunt face of Hye seemed even more drained than usual. He was old even by regular standards and Duri was continually surprised and impressed that the Major had yet to retire.

But he liked him, so he wasn't eager for someone else to take his place. "[Sir, you wanted to see me?]"

"[Yes,]" Hye answered curtly. "[I'm sure you're aware that some major restructuring is taking place to comply with ADVENT military standards.]"

"[To an extent,]" Duri admitted. "[I've not received much information either way.]"

Major Hye grunted. "[Not surprise, the kinks are still being worked out, but the short version is that you're going to get a different unit very soon. A multi-national unit to be specific.]"

Duri frowned. That was…not what he was expecting. "[Why? I thought ADVENT was going to simply be restructuring the ranking, not completely changing military compositions.]"

"[So did I,]" Hye said with a shrug. "[But I suppose they want to do both. They really are intent on a fully international army, and have plans to phase it in. The ROK military proper won't be affected directly for several months, but you will be since you're being sent to Japan.]"

That was more expected. "[Why Japan?]"

"[Intel suggests that's where the aliens are going to strike next,]" Hye said. "[ADVENT is rushing to get a reasonable defense prepared, and since you have experience with leading international units, I recommended you receive your own. Japan is going to be the first big test for ADVENT, and we need the best.]"

"[I appreciate that, sir,]" Duri said, pleased by the words. "[Although my experience is mostly limited to Americans.]"

"[And your unit is one of the best,]" Hye repeated. "[Stop complaining and accept it. I am going to warn you that your new squad is going to be slightly more diverse. Min will be going with you, but you'll also be getting people from Sweden, Venezuela, America…and North Korea.]"

Duri grimaced. "[Was that really necessary?]"

"[The puppets are going to someone,]" Hye shrugged. "[I hate it too, but at least you know to watch them. XCOM might like Gwan, but I have no illusions as to his goals.]"

"[Are Sweden and Venezuela even part of ADVENT?]" Duri asked. "[Those seem…odd countries to be sending soldiers.]"

"[Sweden's in talks at least,]" Hye said, clasping his hands together. "[Maybe they're loaning a soldier or two. Venezuela was allied with XCOM, so I suppose they switched over to ADVENT when it was established. Doesn't matter, you'll need to work with all of them well. Can you do it?]"

Duri nodded. "[Yes, sir.]"

"[I believe it,]" Hye agreed, inclining his head. "[Get ready, you'll be shipping out to Japan this evening. Eighteen hundred sharp, say your goodbyes and get what you need. We're not relocating your family with you for obvious reasons.]"

Duri sighed. "[Understood, sir. I'll prepare immediately.]"

"[Good luck,]" Hye told him. "[It was a pleasure to serve as your commanding officer.]"

Duri smiled. "[The feeling is mutual, sir. Don't worry, I don't intend to die over there.]"

"[I believe it,]" Hye said, a mischievous smile on his lips. "[Wipe those aliens out.]"

"[With pleasure, sir.]"

---

Seoul, South Korea

There was a distinctly different feeling being in the military-controlled sections of ADVENT member nations. Seeing the armored soldiers around her marching in squads, with officers saluting as she passed reminded her of the time she'd spent in Venator territory during her time of EXALT. There was a distinct organization and predictability that made her feel much more at ease than when dealing with diplomatic matters.

Probably because most military members were straightforward and predictable, which made dealing with them easy by comparison. They didn't particularly enjoy politics and she could respect that here. At this time, no one could.

"Take a break," she told her guard as she spotted the woman she needed to see. "I know where to go from here."

They complied and she walked over to the woman who noticed her and dismissed the soldier she was talking to and turned to face the approaching Chancellor. She wore a similar dress uniform to Saudia's, minus the red sash. When Saudia had chosen who would be in charge of the ADVENT military, there were a wide range of options, but one of the largest challenges would be managing the vast array of member nations and their respective militaries, a criteria that very few could fill.

Fortunately, one such candidate with those qualification was the Former Chairman of the NATO Military Committee, Laura Christiaens who had been the General of Belgian Land Component. While she was too old to physically fight on the front lines, her administrative and tactical mind was as sharp as ever.

"Chancellor," she greeted, saluting. "Welcome to Seoul, and I'm glad you arrived safely."

Saudia returned the salute and the two women began walking down the hallway. "No reason to be concerned about my safety," she commented. "People have a vested interest in keeping me alive."

"As they should," Laura nodded. "While I hope the rest of your trip was productive, we need to get down to business here."

"Are the rest of the command here?" Saudia asked, admittedly expecting the answer.

"All have arrived today, per your request," Laura confirmed with a sharp nod. "In addition to Presidents Chia and Prime Minister Sakata have arrived, as well as Supreme Leader Gwan."

To her credit Laura's expression remained neutral even though Saudia knew she didn't exactly approve of Iseul. Too bad, he was going to be needed here since if Japan was attacked and they couldn't defend it, the Korean peninsula would likely be the next target. "And did XCOM send one of their own?"

"Yes, a soldier," Laura confirmed. "Carmelita Alba. Former South Korean special forces."

"Interesting that the Commander would send a soldier," Saudia muttered. "Why not one of his own council?"

"I didn't ask," Laura said as the reached the door. "But all we need to know from XCOM is what role they will play in a defense and so they are not surprised by our own tactics. I do not have major concerns about XCOM. If Van Doorn trusted them enough to join, I will respect that."

Saudia looked down at the aged women. "I didn't realize you knew him."

Laura gave a sad smile. "Oh yes, I worked with him quite often. An exceptional man and soldier. His death was a blow, even if he was no longer part of NATO."

"My condolences," Saudia said, inclining her head.

"Appreciated," Laura said, waving a hand. "But he'd prefer we focus on defeating the aliens." They stepped into the room where the rest of the heads of the ADVENT Military had gathered, all converging around a newly-installed holotable depicting Japan and surrounding regions.

"At attention!" Laura snapped as they walked in and all the military figures snapped to attention, and the various heads of state gave her their undivided attention. Saudia stopped at the center of the holotable, flanked by Laura and Prime Minister Sakata.

President Chia and Carmelita were on the left side, with the latter apparently having decided to come in full armor, a dangerous looking shotgun attached to the back of her armor. Opposing them was Supreme Leader Gwan and Elizabeth Falka, of ADVENT Intelligence. Opposite Saudia herself were the Chief of Peacekeeping Operations, Amalda Stein, formerly of the German Feldjäger, and the Chief of Lancer Operation Helion Weekes, the Former Commander of the USSOCOM.

"We're all aware of the situation," Saudia began without ceremony, nodding to Elizabeth. "What are we doing to prepare?"

"Intelligence from Australia seems to indicate that the aliens are preparing for some kind of strike," Elizabeth began. "Large transport UFOs have been spotted arriving and leaving, although they could also be attempting to secure the continent itself."

"Much of the surviving ADF forces are evacuated," Laura followed up. "They are being integrated into the ADVENT military now."

"What is the timeframe for an attack?" President Sakata asked.

"Technically it could be hours," Elizabeth warned. "Realistically it seems they're wanting to do this as carefully as possible, but I would not expect longer than one week before their first move."

"There is a matter we have to settle," Iseul said, looking down on the map. "We are assuming that Japan is the next target. What if we are wrong and caught blindsided?"

"Because we look at their current actions," Laura said, adjusting the map closer to Australia. "They are already moving on the Philippines and New Zealand, and more than likely that at least makes Japan a similar primary target. And if they want to attack Asia, there are little better staging areas than Japan."

"Fair point," Iseul conceded, frowning. "But I am concerned that we are acting too predictably here. The aliens cannot have missed our actions."

"Remember that the aliens will focus on primary targets," Carmelita interrupted, and Saudia was fairly sure she'd never heard the woman speak before, since she would have likely remembered the melodic voice. "They focus on direct threats to them. That means we can reasonably eliminate South America and Africa from possible attack."

"Which leaves the West Coast of America and Asia," Helion finished, nodding at Carmelita. "And attacking Asia logically involves the capture of Japan. In which case I am concerned we are ignoring a possible attack on the United States."

"The United States is not forgotten," Saudia assured him. "But if the United States is attacked, we can respond. If we lose Japan, we will not retake it without a concentrated effort."

"Conceded," Helion said. "In which case, how is the evacuation progressing, Stein?"

"As fast as the Peacekeepers can work," Amalda answered, her accent slightly more pronounced than the others. "It isn't a fast process, evacuating an entire country. The coasts are almost finished and we are working inland. Worst case scenario, they can be hidden in the bunkers until the fighting ends."

"Has there been resistance?" Saudia asked.

"No, the population is well aware of the danger," Amalda said. "Some aren't particularly happy about leaving their homes, but when informed about the immediate danger, most prefer being alive to certain death. The few that actually posed issues are safely detained."

"There was also a surge of volunteers wanting to help with the defense," Sakata said. "I spoke with Commander Laura about my concerns with putting civilians on the front, regardless of their willingness. Her solution was an excellent one."

"A logical one," Laura downplayed. "Since the majority of refugees are being redirected to South Korea, I propose that any civilians wishing training be given it here. After several months, if needed, they would be an excellent reserve force that can be close enough to assist or defend as the case may be."

"We'll of course begin initiatives to accomplish this," Chia promised. "We're experiencing the same from South Korean citizens as well. We will have no shortage of willing defenders."

"Returning to Japan itself," Laura continued. "I've deployed multiple divisions of soldiers along the coast. Entrenchment and fortification is beginning in earnest, and there are two carrier strike groups standing by for the initial attack. It is unlikely the attack will come from the sea, so Gaussian anti-aircraft emplacements and equipment have been placed across the entire island."

"Will that be enough?" Sakata asked, looking at Laura. "Our forces are vulnerable to air attacks, and their aircraft are better than ours."

"Which is why we're heavily utilizing the THAAD missile defense system," Laura reassured. "At the very least our forces should be relatively safe from missile attacks, even alien ones. Aircraft will be dealt with by the deployment of S-400 missiles and the respective SAM."

"I think our biggest concern is the numbers game," Helion stated grimly. "Like it or not we have inferior numbers and they could drive us back by that alone."

"Kill enough and they'll pull back," Carmelita advised. "If a strategy isn't working, they won't keep doing it. We have the advantage of the land, and if we can hold them to the coasts, they'll eventually retreat and try again later."

"And what is XCOM's role in this?" Saudia asked Carmelita. "Does the Commander have a plan?"

"We'll go where the fighting is worst," Carmelita said firmly. "That or areas that are at risk of falling. Or in the event that an Ethereal arrives. If that happens, I advise that all forces nearby immediately retreat. You cannot kill an Ethereal alone."

Laura looked at her skeptically. "One alien is not sufficient to order a retreat, even a powerful one."

"You've never fought one, I see," Carmelita shot back. "Unless you want to throw away soldiers, you'll let us handle them. And you better pray one doesn't show up or it will be impossible to hold the coasts."

"I think that's what we're all hoping," Saudia interrupted, raising a hand to defuse the sudden tension. "If any Ethereals are spotted, XCOM will be notified."

"If the overall strategy is laid out, I suggest we get into specifics," Laura continued, looking down at the map. "If you want, Chancellor?"

"Agreed," Saudia nodded. "Continue, Commander."

---

Seoul, South Korea

Twilight was the backdrop for their goodbyes, and Duri couldn't really think of a more appropriate one. Sandara had been distressed at the news, but both of them knew there wasn't anything they could do about it and she had been resolved to appear fine for the girls. Nabi wasn't entirely sure what was going on, except that daddy was going away for a while.

Mari knew better though, and she'd been really quiet after he'd told her, and he wasn't sure how she was handling it. Now that they were all standing on the tarmac with the plane behind them, all of them looked like they wanted to cry, himself included.

But orders were orders.

He knelt down by Mari and gently rested his hands on her shoulders, looking into her watering eyes. "[Hey, don't cry. I'm going to be coming back soon.]"

A few tears ran down her cheeks. "[But what if-]"

"[Hey, none of that,]" he soothed pulling her into an embrace. "[Nothing is going to happen to me, got it?]"

He felt her nod against him and he gently withdrew. "[You need to be strong for mommy, can you do that?]"

One jerky nod. "[Yes, sir.]"

He smiled and ruffled her hair. "[That's right, don't worry about me. I'll be back before you know it.]"

He stood and walked over to his wife and youngest daughter who was clutching Sandara's leg. "[Nabi, you be a good girl when I'm gone,]" he said, making his tone much lighter than he was feeling. "[I don't want to hear mommy telling me you snuck into the kitchen and ate my cookies.]"

To his relief she giggled. "[No one likes your cookies, daddy.]"

He chuckled. "[Then I shouldn't hear anything, should I?]"

She shook her head. "[Nope!]"

"[Good girl,]" he congratulated. "[I'll be back soon.]"

"[Can we go to the park when you get back?]" She asked. "[We haven't been there in a while.]"

"[Yes we can,]" he promised. "[Count on it.]"

He stood and immediately drew his wife into an embrace, staying that way for a few minutes, not needing to say anything. "[Don't worry too much,]" he told her quietly. "[There's nothing you can do to stop it. I knew what I was signing up for.]"

"[I know, I know,]" she said, just as softly. "[But I can't help it. Just…try to come back, please.]"

He looked down at her worried face and gave her a reassuring smile. "[I don't plan to die here. But there are some things in life out of our control. This is one of them.]"

"[I suppose so,]" she said. "[I'll be praying for you until you get back.]"

He smiled. "[I'll second that. Two are more than one after all. I'll keep in contact as much as I can. And don't forget to look after yourself.]"

"[I won't,]" she promised. "[I love you.]"

"[I love you too,]" he told her, stepping. "[Goodbye for now.]"

With the twilight at his back and his family waving goodbye, and their picture close to his heart, Duri Eun-Jung turned his back and became yet another soldier marching off to the war that would determine the future of humanity.

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Supplementary Material

The Advent Directive

Subsection 1.3: ADVENT Agencies

Description and Functionality: The purpose of ADVENT agencies are to fulfill certain roles within the Executive Branch and regulate various aspects with a focus on safety, efficiency and undisputed. Following Agencies are defined below, and more may be added at the discretion of the Chancellor of ADVENT in accordance with the Congress of Nation. (Additional information on each agency is in Section 5)

ADVENT Department of Energy and Renewable Sources: Conducts research on new forms of energy and effective management of sources currently in usage.

ADVENT Bureau of Education: Oversees the structure and integration of schooling and education at all levels and types.

ADVENT Research and Development: Conducts experimental research for both military and civilian usage and integration.

ADVENT Engineering and Advanced Technology: Develops and creates improved technology and gadgets for military and civilian usage.

ADVENT Internal Affairs and Oversight: Performs the role of oversight for all ADVENT agencies, the Executive, Legislative and Judicial branches.

ADVENT Election Oversight: Oversees all aspects of elections, including the screening of candidates.

ADVENT Diplomatic Service: Performs the role of diplomats of ADVENT to all non-ADVENT nations.

ADVENT Agriculture and Food Oversight: Regulates and ensures that the agriculture industry produces high-quality products for usage within ADVENT.

ADVENT Department of Infrastructure: Oversees the creation, upkeep and architecture of infrastructure matters within ADVENT.

ADVENT Adoption and Child Services: Oversees and regulates all aspects relating to adoption and handles matters relating to child abuse or neglect.

ADVENT Drug and Substance Research: Conducts research on all known drugs, and determines ones acceptable for public consumption or usage in medical environments.

ADVENT Department of Health and Medicine: Oversees all aspects relating to civilian medicine and research. Also oversees regulation regarding doctors and additional medical professionals.

ADVENT Department of Commerce and Economy: Oversees all aspects of the ADVENT economy and handles enforcement of economical regulations on corporations, banks and investors.