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.

32. A Modest Request

A Modest Request

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Unknown Location – Argentina

11/28/2016 – 11:32 A.M.

This, Volk thought, had certainly been a very interesting couple of weeks. Quite a lot had happened after ADVENT had decided to launch attacks to reclaim America. That alone would have been interesting, but what made it very interesting was China suddenly coming into the fold, and launching an invasion to retake Japan.

That had been a surprise, but he had to admire them taking that kind of chance knowing that it was going to basically paint a giant target on their backs. He had personally never liked China; they were one of the worst kind of governments to exist in the world, and even compared to ADVENT they weren't much better. He wasn't opposed to them getting their due retaliation in time.

He did feel somewhat bad for the millions of Chinese people who were likely being drafted into service.

There had also been that one little detail that Asaru had somehow forgotten to mention to him.

Namely that there was a fucking Ethereal working with XCOM.

Suddenly, quite a few things became clear.

He was, however, quite enjoying watching the media frenzy over the whole situation, not counting the fact that the other Ethereal had been taken prisoner by XCOM, but they were largely focused – or obsessed – with the Ethereal called Aegis. There was a whole range of theories being discussed from him manipulating XCOM, to this war not actually being against Humans, but him.

Volk took a sip of vodka from his glass. It was a bit early to drink, but he was quite looking forward to hearing how Asaru would spin this. The good news was that the command center was essentially completed, and he did have to admit that it was a major step up from his makeshift house. Moving all his things into the silver room was a bit strange, but he'd gotten used to it quickly.

Now he had his old TV before the far wall, with him sitting in his recliner while Asaru, in the form of a Vitakarian woman, and Joreal sat on the couch angled just beside his own. It was pretty small for Joreal, but Asaru seemed fine. He still hadn't been able to really figure out just what the relationship between the two of them was. Asaru was very comfortable with him, resting her head on him, and he would have normally assumed them to be involved, were it not for the fact that Asaru was quite literally, not real.

It was weird.

Elena stood off to the side, leaning against a counter and seemed almost more interested watching them than the news footage. Volk, on the other hand, was more eager to actually see what they had to say. Considering how little convincing it had taken to get her here, he imagined she knew exactly what they needed to discuss.

But he'd decided to illustrate his point by first showing the very public news footage.

He sat up, closing the leg rest and clasping his hands together. To his credit, Joreal didn't really look comfortable and Volk figured he could be a little smug. "So, was this something that just slipped your mind?"

Joreal pursed his lips. "While I cannot speak for Asaru, I had no knowledge of this. It is…concerning."

"Of course I knew about it," Asaru stood up and looked down at Volk. Elena already had a hand on her pistol, although while her eyes were on the Ethereal projection, her body was angled towards Joreal in the event Asaru did something. Smart woman, but he doubted that would be necessary. "Something like this isn't kept from me."

"Wonderful," Volk answered sarcastically, scratching his beard. "Now then, don't you think this might have been some good information to share? In the interest of our alliance and all."

Asaru tapped her chin. "For what it's worth, I would have told you. However, I had my orders. The Battlemaster wanted this kept under wraps for obvious reasons, and I can only assume the Imperator agreed. You're used to doing whatever you want, but that isn't how things are done by the majority of beings in this galaxy. There are hierarchies, rules, and guidelines. And I have respect for the chain of command, even if it is rarely applicable to me."

She finished with a smile. The supposed leader of the Ethereals had never really been mentioned much in the time she'd been here. It was always the Battlemaster who was the leader. From what Volk had learned, very few outside of the Ethereals actually knew anything about the Imperator himself.

Odd for a leader. Even Saudia was at least a public figure, even if her background was suspect. He didn't quite like the idea of a supposed leader who seemed not to do anything, but Ethereals weren't Humans. They probably did some things differently.

As for what she said, he was not exactly convinced of her honesty. It was plausible, but it would depend on how she took some further questions. "Well, in that case, why did the Battlemaster want it kept suppressed?"

One of her eyes widened, which was what he'd interpreted as a raised eyebrow. Or would, if Vitakarians had those. "Is that an actual question? If this got out, it would be…damaging for the Collective, to say the least. And would possibly inspire some unsavory and treasonous individuals to make some questionable decisions."

"Yes, that makes sense," Volk smirked. "But see, I'm not part of the Collective, remember? And on Earth, I need to know what I'm dealing with. How, exactly, do you think Argentina is going to react to this news? They might become spooked enough to report us to ADVENT or plain refuse to talk to us. If you'd have actually told me, I might have been able to at least get a pre-emptive start on damage control. Or maybe make them feel more inclined to trust you by giving up such important information."

That did seem to make Asaru stop whatever she was going to say. "You're rather bold, Volikov, but I suppose that is the point. And in this case, you are not wrong. However, this was a blanket command, and there were no exemptions."

"Whatever," Volk dismissed with a wave of his hand and a sigh. "But this is not happening again if you want this to continue, and if you have any, ah, 'orders', please get that cleared up immediately."

"And what do you want, Volk?" Joreal asked. "An apology?"

"I already got an acknowledgement, which is fine for me," Volk answered flatly. "But I want some answers now. Are there any other Ethereals or major aliens who are against you?"

"Not any worth worrying about," Asaru answered, going back to sit on the couch. "However, in the interest of some transparency, there is a traitor Zararch agent we have been monitoring in the Collective. He is under control, however."

That wasn't really relevant, so Volk dismissed it. Better than nothing. "And how bad is it that Aegis is now openly against you?"

"Aegis," Asaru said slowly. "Is very dangerous. In short, it is quite a problem. It is one reason the Battlemaster didn't reveal the situation. He wanted Aegis to keep his anonymity in exchange for him being…uninvolved personally. Needless to say our operations have become a lot more dangerous. He is one of the most powerful Ethereals, and the capture of Caelior is…troubling."

Well, some progress on that front. He was inclined to believe her here. "I suppose the more important question is if he can be beaten?"

"Anyone can be beaten," Asaru snorted. "But yes, eventually. It will…not be easy."

"So," Volk crossed his arms. "Do you want me to kill him?"

Joreal laughed. "No offense, Volk, but you're not…well, you would die."

"Really," was all he said. "Asaru, are Ethereals immune to poison? Can they hold against nanotech?"

"Our immune systems are excellent," Asaru answered. "However, there are a few toxins and combinations which can be lethal to us in large doses or long incubation periods. And nanotech…mmm…I quite like your implication."

"Good," Volk nodded. "Now, do you want to stop toying around with ADVENT and actually get something done? Because I have ideas and if Aegis is as big of a threat as you say, there shouldn't be any more holding back. Your army is, quite honestly, disappointing for a collective that is far more advanced."

"The Battlemaster has realized the same thing," Asaru nodded. "And now I am curious. What do you have in mind?"

Volk sat back down, lazily resting his head on one hand. "We need to be able to prove to Argentina that they can be protected. Right now your allies are failing miserably."

"And how do you propose that be fixed?" Joreal asked.

"Start small," Volk said. "Take some initiative. Argentina is our ally right now, but they are fickle and will fold if they feel threatened. Like most of this continent, they are more concerned about themselves than anyone else. Identify someone there first. An ally of sorts who is the kind of leader we can support. Protect him or her. Remove their opponents."

"A coup then," Joreal noted.

"Only if you're an idiot about it," Volk shrugged. "And while you're doing that, I would suggest some very public figures in ADVENT start suffering accidents. I'm under the impression your Sectoids are good with bioweapons, right? Maybe wipe out the soldier population. Make ADVENT weakened in this part of the world. Something to show you can actually protect them against Aegis and ADVENT."

"ADVENT will notice this," Asaru said thoughtfully.

Volk sighed. "You have no idea what a proxy is? That's what we are for. Human terrorists who can take the brunt of the blame. That's the point. Yes, ADVENT will respond, but it won't be as large of a response as if aliens just started appearing. And for as powerful as you are, you aren't as subtle as you think. I'm Human. I know what they'll focus on. I can make attacks look like they came from terrorists, not aliens."

Asaru smiled. "I like you, Volk. Tell me then, what exactly will you need?"

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Alien Containment Chamber, the Praesidium – Classified Location

11/28/2016 – 1:11 A.M.

At least one amusing thing had come out of this situation. Vahlen's response had been rather hilarious.

"Vahlen, we're heading back," he'd said. "Ready the alien containment chamber. I hope you're ready to analyze an Ethereal."

"Excellent!" She'd answered, before pausing. "Wait. Alien containment…did you…?"

"Yes, we're bringing Caelior in. Alive," he'd confirmed. "Aegis believes we can hold him. At the very least, he can be analyzed by you. Assuming you're up for it?"

There had been some shocked silence. "I…I'll get everything ready. A live Ethereal! I mean another one! One I can test more freely."

Now he, Patricia, Aegis and the rest of the Internal Council were standing outside the containment chamber where Vahlen and her team were running a series of tests and taking samples on Caelior himself. Patricia was still in her armor and her eyes were closed, as she kept the Ethereal in a sedated state.

"I really hope this doesn't backfire," the Commander muttered, and he pressed a button which asked for permission to speak to Vahlen and her team, all of whom were in full sealed surgical gear. Interrupting them out of nowhere would have been a bad idea.

Vahlen pressed a button on her suit to communicate with them as the Commander asked the first question. "What's your status on him?"

"Physical scans are complete, and we've been exploring ways to try and make him less…dangerous," she answered, walking over to the glass and stripping the gloves from her hands and moved a screen showing a highlighted representation of the Ethereals body. "While I have extremely limited experience with Ethereal anatomy, at least in performing surgery, thanks to Aegis we do have some options in how we handle him."

"I don't suppose we could send him into a coma?" Jackson asked hopefully.

"Not with what we have right now," Vahlen shook her head, glancing back at her team. "I mean, theoretically I could try and accomplish something like that, but it might kill him. Which I'm assuming we don't want."

"Preferably not," Aegis agreed. "Dr. Vahlen, I presume you have mapped out his nervous system?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I think we have the same idea. The largest threat Caelior poses to us is his telekinesis. This is something that is traditionally accompanied by gestures."

"Not necessarily," the Commander reminded her.

"It makes it easier," she amended. "Much easier. Take those away, and even if Caelior wakes up and wants to kill us…he won't be able to do it well unless he concentrates."

"And Caelior cannot concentrate easily," Aegis sighed. "He lacks the discipline, and disrupted as he is, taking away his movement would cripple him immensely."

"Well, good I guess," Jackson said slowly. "So what, we cut off his arms?"

"No," Vahlen shook her head. "We paralyze him."

Hm. That was a good idea. "Can you do that?" The Commander asked. "More importantly, can it be reversed?"

"Yes, and yes," Vahlen confirmed, pointing at the screen. "It's a matter of severing specific nerves, which can later be reattached. It would, of course, take him time to adjust, but until then he would be completely paralyzed."

"How easily could he be put into a coma?" Zhang asked.

"If we had the right materials, easily," Vahlen said slowly, looking to Aegis. "I did receive the list of drugs you used in the Empire for surgery on Ethereals. The problem is that for some, they are materials that simply don't exist on Earth, or will take days to synthesize…assuming we get them right the first time. We still have the issue of long-term storage."

"In that capacity," Aegis corrected. "There are still many unused containment pods here. Some are large enough to fit him."

"'Fit' is a stretch," Vahlen disputed slowly. "They…could work. Barely. But they weren't designed to hold an Ethereal and we haven't used them since we stuck some of the old German government in them. And those were already prepared for Humans. Ethereal physiology is different. It's not exactly a one-size-fits-all pod."

"I can assist with that," Aegis said. "However, before such an action is taken, I want to speak with him at least once so he is aware of what is going on." He looked to the Commander. "That is acceptable, yes? Assuming safeguards are in place, there should not be a reason to not inform your captive of his immediate fate."

The Commander thought about it briefly. "Fine. Only once Vahlen has ensured that he is wired with neural explosives, has paralyzed him, and we have multiple telepaths in his mind. I don't think the procedure you suggested will be necessary if he cooperates."

"To be completely safe, I would suggest that none of us be in the room when we speak to him," Zhang stated bluntly, eyeing the surgery taking place. "If it goes badly, there is little to stop him from at least killing those around him. At minimum, Commander, you should participate at a distance."

"I would be able to protect you," Aegis insisted. "In the condition Caelior will be in, his offensive ability is severely stunted. He will be more open to speaking to someone present, not through microphones."

"I will repeat once more that he should not be here," Zhang directed icily towards Aegis, turning his eyes towards him. "He is a severe security risk, no matter the precautions. Without the Manchurian Restraints, we can never safely have any Ethereal held here."

"As long as he is mentally dominated, this isn't an issue," the Commander defused, raising a hand. "However, Zhang has a point. This highlights an issue with how this was conducted. We need a proper and dedicated facility for this kind of storage and experimentation. Housing it all under the Praesidium is putting everything in one basket. If something goes wrong, everything is crippled."

"That is something to be discussed later," Shen agreed. "But at the very least, we have options until the Restraints are complete, crude as they may be."

"Well, he is contained for now," the Commander said, rubbing his forehead. "We'll meet later to figure out the finer details of this situation. But we've all done exceptionally today, even if it had a strange ending. You're all dismissed if you want. I'll probably be here all night."

"I think we've all got things to do," Jackson yawned. "I'm guessing I'm going to be getting a few calls from Saudia asking what the fuck we're doing. Can't wait to deal with that. Probably stuff about Aegis too, ugh."

"Sleep is for the weak," Zhang said gruffly, looking around. "Or so I've heard."

They all tiredly chuckled. "We'll all get some sleep eventually," the Commander said, returning his gaze towards the surgery. "But unfortunately not quite yet."

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Westminster, London – England

11/29/2016 – 2:01 P.M.

There were quite a few immediate ramifications after XCOM had, for some reason, taken Caelior captive. Saudia had personally been surprised to hear that, and immediately suspicious as to what they were planning. She didn't believe that Aegis had some kind of telepathic influence over the Commander, but he definitely had enough leverage to make suggestions to him.

Ultimately, it was one in a very long list of things that needed to be addressed, along with China and their battlefield intelligence, and speaking to Aegis himself. The revelation of an Ethereal working with XCOM had sent shockwaves throughout the world, even more so than…well, anything she could probably do.

Japan was still being cleared out by China and ADVENT's own special forces, but there was practically nothing left to really challenge them anymore. The revelation of Aegis, and the capture of another Ethereal had seemed to shatter the will to fight for the aliens. Indeed, she had multiple reports of aliens all across the world surrendering because of Aegis.

A surprise for sure. But one she wasn't going to complain about.

On top of that it appeared that President Qin's aggressive speech towards the neutral nations was already bearing results. One of them was that Prime Minister Killian Bennett of the United Kingdom had invited her to speak with him immediately. Given how close this was to that event, Saudia was suspecting that the topic of conversation would be rather…focused, and also implied that this had been in the works for some time, and only now were they going through with it.

What would be interesting was if Bennett was wanting to form an alliance like China, or to join ADVENT completely. Given that the UK was one of the last primary powers of the EU, and forming an alliance independent of the EU was not likely, she believed the latter was more likely.

Which would hopefully kill the EU for good.

Westminster was unsurprisingly packed with media and a few protesters which Saudia barely paid attention to. The media shouted a series of questions that, for once, weren't all accusations or innately hostile. But about Aegis, the state of the war, Caelior, and XCOM. Reasonable for once, but there were scheduled press conferences, and they would be able to ask those later.

Provided they weren't already answered when Laura or herself gave another update. She really wanted a break from the conferences, but it was her job to keep people informed. Hopefully now there would be something of a lull. Plenty of time to regroup, expand, and improve. If there was ever a time to put some of the later-stage plans into action, it was now.

Their guide led them through the Palace, and it was suitably impressive. Saudia had never actually been inside it, although she'd seen pictures. They weren't going to meet the Queen, but Saudia really didn't care about that to begin with. Under ADVENT such positions would be abolished regardless, so she didn't feel the need to devote any more energy to it than was necessary.

Still, she could definitely appreciate the aesthetic and luxurious surroundings. It reminded her of the Bastion in ways. A shame they'd had to leave it, but the fears that the aliens would attack it seemed somewhat unfounded, as the skeleton crew guarding it hadn't reported anything unusual. Maybe there could be a better use for it.

Their guide opened another door, and allowed Saudia to step inside another ornate dining room, of which the only occupant was the Prime Minister himself. Killian Bennett, one of the most contentious politicians ever to grace the country. A former SAS operative who had retired surprisingly early to enter the political sphere, he had quickly established himself as a blunt and unapologetic man who had led to some controversial actions.

He was, for one, a sharp critic of the United Nations (before their destruction), Russia, and China, and a proclaimed Euroskeptic, though he had never done anything beyond trying to limit the relationship the UK had with the EU. Simply leaving, as he had said, would cause more problems than it was worth.

His other actions were that he had something of a hatred towards all religion, and he had been one of the first to lead the banning of Islam as an allowed religion, and had also drafted legislation limiting churches of all religions and establishing registries for all those practicing. Most people would wonder how such a contentious man, who was disliked by England's main political parties, even if he ran as a Tory, could be appointed to such a position.

Ironically, Saudia knew quite a bit about the how because it had been EXALT who had initially propelled him to power. She had approved that particular op largely due to his anti-religion and anti-EU tendencies, and being a former special forces member, he had the correct mindset to make harder decisions in the future.

Putting him in charge had been simple. There was no shortage of blackmail in Parliament, and with a few exchanges of information, and helping Bennett forge some valuable connections, he was soon Prime Minister. He was actually rather good friends with Elizabeth, and the two had communicated regularly, he of course being unaware of her true loyalty.

Unfortunately some of his ideology was going to heavily conflict with ADVENT. But he might be able to overlook that in the name of security against the aliens. The man retained a good portion of his strength, and was likely physically stronger than her, even hidden by his business suit. His cunning eyes followed her as she entered, light reflecting off his bald scalp.

"Chancellor Saudia Vyandar of ADVENT," the guide introduced. "Chancellor, Prime Minister Killian Bennett."

"A pleasure," Saudia answered, nodding her head.

"Appreciated," Bennett answered, flicking a hand. "Leave us."

Once the door closed, he gestured towards a chair at the end of the ornate table. "Please sit, Chancellor, we have much to discuss."

"Certainly," Saudia sat down on the red-padded chair. "I admit, I was not expecting this so…quickly."

"I had been considering this for some time," he answered with a grimace, sitting to the side of her. "But there is something about being called out by the Chinese that is intolerable. Much as I dislike them, they are correct for once. I have personally grown tired of sitting and waiting, while the politicians bicker and fight over the 'ethics' and 'morals' of ADVENT. It is irritating."

"I can imagine," Saudia rested a hand on the table. "So let us not waste more time. What is it you wish from us?"

"I want the UK to join ADVENT," he stated bluntly. "Unlike China, I am under no illusions as to the direction this world is going. I have no intention of being a world power, and ADVENT will be. There is no need to take a symbolic alliance when joining would be better for both of us." His brow furrowed. "While I don't agree with everything ADVENT supports, it is far better than the vast majority of authoritarian pretenders who believe power for the sake of it is good governance."

Saudia smiled humorlessly. "If that was really their goal, they never cared about governance in the first place."

He smiled and nodded. "Touché, Chancellor. I am not concerned with the media storm that will occur over this. I have been called every name in the book. No, the issue will be the politicians. As much as I wish it, I cannot simply force the UK to join ADVENT."

Saudia crossed her legs. "And what do you have to subvert that? I can provide my support, and I believe the majority of the public support action."

"Yes, they do," he said knowingly, lacing his fingers together. "Parliament is composed of elitist snobs, partisan hacks, and the occasionally unscrupulous politician. I'm sure you're aware I'm friends with your Intelligence Director. We go way back."

Saudia kept a straight face. "She's mentioned it."

"I could force a vote, and likely get some use out of them one last time," he continued. "But the thing is, I feel like such an action would be illegal under ADVENT, and knowing Stein…well, I doubt she'd really care and send me to prison anyway."

Technically, Saudia wouldn't have had a problem with it. Treduant had done something similar to force Congress to cooperate, and then had the offending politicians promptly arrested once ADVENT had been established. When working in a corrupt system, some rules had to be bent. If it was for the greater good, Saudia could justify it. But she was interested in what else he had to counter this.

"So what is the alternative?" She asked.

"I can call for a referendum," he answered. "A public vote with a simple question: Should the UK join ADVENT? I have the authority to do that, and Parliament would…well, they wouldn't necessarily be forced to follow it, but refusing would be political suicide."

"You'll face opposition," Saudia noted. "The EU will not like it, and neither will the media."

He smirked. "Do I look like the kind of person who cares what they think? They don't matter, and both of us know it. But what I want to do before I announce this is I want everything in place. I want the transition to be as smooth as possible. I want ADVENT Peacekeepers ready to round up the criminals in my government and take them far away. I want our military fully upgraded within two weeks. I want every aspect of the UK to be ready to transition. And I want to present this publically so the people know the plan and can have confidence in it."

He smirked. "Only an idiot would call for something like this and not have a concrete plan of action."

"That can certainly be done," Saudia nodded. "I believe French and German representatives could also be useful, as they have also gone through this process. They can paint a more accurate picture of life in ADVENT than the other media can."

"Certainly," Bennett agreed. "And I would ask for some…tech demos as well. For our police and military. See what they can get out of this."

"This is all well and good," Saudia cautioned. "However, what if it fails?"

"Then it fails and I'm surrounded by shortsighted idiots," he sighed. "But I don't think it will. The people are fed up with the stalemate. The EU won't do anything. Parliament won't do anything. I can only do so much. I am confident that the UK will join ADVENT once the referendum is in place."

"From the numbers I've seen, your country is not in an uncommon position," Saudia nodded. "Now, you do need to be aware that your country will have to conform to ADVENT law. That means no more royalty, no more banned religions, and you're going to be watched a lot more closely. You are aware of this, right?"

"I don't have anything to hide," he sniffed dismissively. "Not anymore. And as for religion…well, maybe that can be negotiated. There is no reason for Islam to exist, let alone be supported by the government."

"I agree," Saudia nodded. "However, based on history, every time someone has tried to kill a religion, it keeps coming back. Islam will fully die one day, as will all religions, but it will be a natural death. If the practice is peaceful, then the people are allowed that freedom. And all of them will be on registries of course. Religious violence is dealt with quickly and swiftly."

"At least you have some ways of curtailing it," he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Very well. It's not worth causing a fight over. As for the Queen, she doesn't have any power anyway, not really."

"I should clarify," Saudia shifted in her seat. "The monarchy will no longer be supported at all by ADVENT. The royal family after joining will simply be a rich family with an interesting past. If they wish to preserve that heritage, that is their right, but their importance will fade over time. The government will not pay for them any longer."

"Come now, Chancellor," he chided. "While I personally think the Royal Family thinks a bit too much of themselves, they are part of our culture. It's something worth keeping around, even symbolically."

"And they can keep that symbolism," Saudia nodded. "But they will not be supported or recognized by ADVENT. We are past the times of kings and queens; of the monarchy. It will remain as part of history, but as with the Japanese Emperor, such positions will no longer be treated with any form of recognition. Besides, I'm certain the Royal Family is rich enough to keep themselves going without government assistance."

Bennett pursed his lips. "I do not exactly support that, Chancellor. Nor will many people, I suspect. But I suppose there are costs to world unification. This issue is not one worth risking the world for. I do appreciate you reminding me of these things," he smirked. "I admit, I have not been this enthused about working for some time. It is good to work with someone competent."

"That is one of the core values of ADVENT," Saudia agreed. "I'm glad we see eye to eye on this. Now, if you're willing, we can begin working on how your country will be integrated into ADVENT."

---

Alien Containment, the Praesidium – Classified Location

11/28/2016 – 5:22 A.M.

Keeping Caelior down was something that didn't take too much effort once she got the hang of it. It was enough that she no longer had to have a constant hold on his mind, but could set it to stay unconscious for a certain amount of time. It was only roughly a half hour or something like that, but it did allow her a mental reprieve.

Patricia really wanted to get out of her suit, but knew she had to stay ready until he was dealt with one way or another. He still should have been killed, but if the Commander was set on keeping him alive, he wasn't going to be a problem on her watch.

"He's been speaking to you, hasn't he."

Patricia looked up at Aegis, who was still watching Vahlen and her team finish up the surgery. "Sorry?" She didn't know if she'd misheard or not, since her concentration and lucidity had been slipping as the hours passed. It wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for her to hear Aegis say something he hadn't.

"The Imperator," Aegis repeated. "He's been speaking to you."

The way it was phrased did not make it sound like a question.

Patricia pursed her lips. This was certainly awkward, because she knew that Aegis was going to jump to conclusions that weren't true. "Yes. Though he's just as vague as ever."

"You should not be speaking to him." Aegis stated. "It is dangerous."

Patricia rubbed her forehead. "See, I would be more inclined to believe you if he'd…well, actually done something to me. But he hasn't. He's been more of a help than an actual enemy."

"I suspected as much," Aegis said, his voice weary. "One does not simply learn how to manipulate the lower brain in a matter of days. He gave you the knowledge himself."

"The basics," Patricia shrugged. "As far as I know, there isn't some hidden command that turns me into his servant."

"He is playing you, Patricia," Aegis said, finally turning to her. "As much as you don't think he is manipulating you, the Imperator is one who does not do something without a reason."

"Fine," Patricia stood, crossing her arms. "So tell me, what is that reason? I can't figure it out, but I can't say it's actually bad. He's also not tried to convince me to betray XCOM, if you're curious."

"He is normalizing himself," Aegis insisted. "You are becoming comfortable around him. More open to his suggestions. That is all he wants. He is deliberately not acting like the being you are expecting. He knows what to say to you, what to do to direct you down a certain path." His voice became darker. "And your failure to see that is a problem."

"You still haven't answered by question," Patricia reminded him. "Why would he bother to do this? He knows I won't betray my species. And if that were the case, why isn't he doing it to the Commander, or Geist, or any other psion?"

"Because the two you mentioned know better than to speak to him alone!" Came the heated answer, one which was causing some heads nearby to turn. "That is how the Imperator works. Beings do what he wants, and believe they alone came to that conclusion when in reality they were always following the path the Imperator created for them."

Aegis paused. "He is a gifted speaker and his charisma is unmatched. Yet he is extremely dangerous. You have changed and you do not even realize it. You have become more comfortable with your abilities, more distant from the ones you cared about; you were willing to kill a defenseless Ethereal to practice. You were not always like this."

Patricia glared at him. "No, Aegis, no I was not. I'm not the same person I was months ago, and the woman I was back then is not recognizable compared to the one at the beginning of this war. People change, which I guess isn't common for Ethereals, but on Earth that happens. And that 'defenseless' Ethereal you want preserved was capable of destroying entire fleets."

"He was no threat," Aegis repeated. "Thanks to you, ironically."

"He was our enemy," Patricia stated, eyes flashing. "As are all the aliens that attack us. If I am going to use my powers, I am going to cause the most damage with them. And that extends beyond telepathy." She tapped her head. "Perhaps you're right. The Imperator did encourage me to not feel as guilty about what I was doing. That does not mean he was wrong."

"You admit he has directly changed your own values," Aegis said incredulously. "How can you not see an issue with that?"

"Because he pointed me in the direction, I ultimately made the choice," Patricia answered. "And why should I have an issue with it any more than if you were responsible? The Commander himself has made me reevaluate what I believe. Yet I don't see you having a problem with that."

"But this is-"

"The Imperator, I know," Patricia interrupted. "And no, that isn't a problem. Not really. If he was going to do something to me, he would have done it by now."

"He already has," Aegis said. "And he is succeeding."

"Succeeding at what?" She demanded angrily, her sleep-deprived mind wanting this to be over. "Tell me what!" The last word was a shout, one which had been psionically amplified. She shook her head, trying to stop the instinctive psionic usage. "I'm not naïve, Aegis," she muttered, just tired. "He probably has a plan. Maybe. I don't know anymore. But I'm aware of the possibility. But unless you can tell me why I should avoid him, then I don't see a reason to do so just because you don't like him."

There was a pause between them. "Besides," Patricia said wearily. "If there were an actual problem, the Commander would have probably brought it up with me."

"The Commander has too much trust in you," Aegis said, turning to look back through the glass. "He isn't blind, but he trusts you to handle it. I will advise him to talk to you, but he cannot grasp the Imperator. You cannot either without witnessing him in person." He looked down. "I cannot give you answers, Patricia, only warnings. Ones I suggest you heed unless you want to become the enemy you are fighting against. Perhaps that is his goal for you."

"Your input is noted, Aegis," Patricia said after a few minutes. "But I can make my own decisions. I can think for myself."

Aegis didn't sound surprised, but she could sense his disappointment. "I sincerely hope that is true, Psion. For all our sakes."

---

Busan – South Korea

11/28/2016 – 5:55 P.M.

There was definitely a party going on somewhere. In fact, there were quite a few taking place across the base. This was one of the cases where Duri felt that some celebration was in order, but really, after seeing one single Ethereal single-handedly end the battle he felt a more appropriate reaction would be a strong drink.

If he drank, that is.

He wasn't exactly the partying type; that was for kids and extroverts, of which he was neither. Not to mention that Officers actually had things to do and look over in the unlikely event something came up. Then there was the whole situation with China, which had been the second-most surprising thing to happen that day.

Strange days indeed.

Even more strange was that they had actual alien captives now.

"They're big," Beatriz noted as they looked over the aliens sitting alone in an improvised jail cell. She'd volunteered to come with him when he said he was going to look over the prisoners, and since everyone else was out celebrating, he'd said he'd like the company. "Bigger than in the scope, anyway."

They definitely were. All of these aliens were Vitakarians, four to be precise. They really were big, the smallest was over two meters, and the bigger ones getting uncomfortably close to two and a half meters. Even sitting down they were close to eye level. It was strange, and made him very aware that he really hadn't seen them this close when alive before.

"It's definitely brighter when they're alive," Beatriz noted, after looking them over for a few seconds.

"What is?" Duri asked, glanced towards her. Both of them were in their armor, though she'd forgone the helmet as it wasn't a combat situation. He noticed she had a tendency to bite her lower lip when she was thinking about something.

"Their eyes," she nodded towards them. "They're brighter when they're alive. I've only seen them up close when dead. They still glow, but it's definitely not as strong."

"Huh, neat." Fun fact of the day brought to him by Beatriz.

"Checking up on our xeno friends?" A voice interjected, and Duri turned to see the Officer he assumed was overseeing this area. "Officer Roe, Alien Containment Officer."

Duri saluted him, more as a gesture of courtesy. "Officer Duri, Carolus Squad. I didn't know we had that designation."

Roe chuckled, his voice rumbling. "A fairly recent addition. Promotion for me. I had some history as a lawyer, and worked as an interrogator for a time; thus, I was pegged as a candidate for this position if it was needed. Aliens surrender, and boom, 'promotion'. Still," he glanced to the aliens. "They haven't given me much trouble, and there aren't many in this area."

"When you say 'not many'…?"

"Approximately two hundred and four for Busan," Roe clarified. "Not all kept in the same place, and there's more down the coast. I think there are some in America who actually surrendered. Crazy what's happening. That Ethereal showing up changed everything."

"So what do you know about these ones?" Beatriz asked, motioning to the aliens in the cell.

"Runianarch soldiers," Roe answered. "I have it segregated by race and species. We even have a few Andromedons we're looking after. But this group is all Vitakarians. A couple rooms down are a few Borelians, and you get the picture. This group is three females and one male, not really much to say, honestly."

"A high number of females," Duri noted with a raised eyebrow. "That normal or just coincidence?"

Officer Roe pulled out his tablet and began tapping on it. "That sort of varies depending on race. For Vitakarians, its pretty split, with it tipped towards a male majority. Dath'Haram, all four of them, are evenly split. I have yet to see a single male Borelian or Cobrarian." Duri could imagine the amused smirk under his helmet. "Never let it be said that the aliens are misogynist."

"Huh," Beatriz said, sounding fairly interested. "That's interesting. I wonder if it's a cultural thing."

"You know, we can hear you," one of the female Vitakarians said from the cell. "And honestly, the fact that most of you Humans were actively discouraging half your population from participating in military operations until recently is utterly baffling."

"Well, well, you can understand me," Roe was definitely smiling underneath. "And here I thought you couldn't understand me, with your whole silent routine." He glanced up at Duri, switching to Korean. "[English seems to be the only Human language they know. I normally speak that around them. Sometimes takes them a while to respond.]"

Duri furrowed his eyebrows. "[How many of them speak English?]"

Roe turned towards the aliens. "[Likely a lot more than they let on. I'll know more once I get a Priest in here to help. I've got one coming soon.]"

The female Vitakarian narrowed her eyes to blue slits. "What are you saying?"

"Don't ask me," Beatriz shrugged. "I don't speak Korean."

"That I'm going to be getting a telepath soon so I can determine exactly who cannot speak and who is faking it," Roe said, taking off his helmet and smiling. "It'd save us both a lot of time if you would have said something at the beginning."

"Maybe." She stood to her full height, easily towering over them. "But I did not know what to expect. How you treat aliens is unknown to us."

"Well good, you trust us enough to speak," Roe said, walking over to her. Duri joined them in taking off his helmet as well. "Now, are there any more of you who can understand us?"

"Velonion knows bits and pieces," she said, motioning to the male Vitakarian. "I've been trying to teach him when I can. The others don't know any, unless they've not mentioned it." She broke off and spoke something in their language. The other Vitakarian females responded in the same way. It actually didn't sound…alien. Just like another language, like French or German. Incomprehensible to him, but not something he would raise his eye at.

"No, they only know a few words," the Vitakarian confirmed. "Essentials. 'Yes' 'No' and the like." A pause. "'Die' and 'Kill' as well."

"Good, good," Roe made notes on his tablet. "Now, I don't believe I know your name. Want to share?"

"What's going to happen to us?" She said instead. "We want to see the Ethereal."

Roe pursed his lips, looking thoughtfully at them. "See, this is the situation. Believe it or not, ADVENT wasn't aware there was an Ethereal working with XCOM until you were. And while I'm sure the Ethereal would be happy to meet you, he is currently with XCOM and presumably handling important work there."

Duri was half-surprised that he felt bad for the alien when her face visibly deflated at Roe's words. "Right now, you are a prisoner of war," the Officer continued. "You surrendered, so already you're in good standing with us. Right now things are somewhat confined, but once we have appropriate facilities, you will be moved there. Until then, you'll be fed, clothed, and treated well, provided you don't cause trouble for us."

The Vitakarian considered that for a moment. "And if we…do cause trouble? And what does that actually mean?"

Roe's smile didn't waver. "It's fairly simple. Follow orders of ADVENT personnel, don't attack us, and very important – don't lie. We'll know if you do. You don't have to have important intel to survive, but…let's say that sudden lapses in memory will reflect poorly." He tapped once on the tablet. "And if you cause too much trouble? You'll be executed or sent to our scientists to experiment on. They're always needing live specimens."

She blinked rapidly several times. Maybe the way they conveyed fear? "I understand," she finally said after a brief pause. "I will make sure they do as well."

"Excellent!" Roe set the tablet to the side. "Now, we do know that the Ethereal was the primary reason you decided to surrender. We are looking into perhaps transferring you to XCOM custody…provided certain criteria are met."

"And what are those?" Was the immediate demand.

"I'm afraid I can't say," Roe said apologetically. "We can't have people attempting to cheat, so to speak. I'm sure you can understand that we can't send everyone to XCOM. But follow the rules, answer our questions honestly, and your chances will improve."

"And what happens in the meantime?" She asked. "Do we just stay in a building and do nothing?"

"Of course not," Roe dismissed. "Nor do we necessarily need you for manual labor, we have criminals for that now. No, you can…treat this as an opportunity to learn. Despite what your Collective propaganda likely tells you, we are not something to be feared…well, unless you are our enemy."

The Vitakarian seemed to attempt to smile. "They did not even give us that. We knew nothing about your species except how to kill you. Any additional research was done of our own volition."

"Interesting," Roe made a note. "Aside from occupying yourselves, we have many human academic professionals who would certainly be interested in your species. Humans, as you should understand, don't necessarily have a positive view of aliens. You will have some opportunities to dispute that, unless you wish to be difficult."

"And I suppose you don't hate us?" She glanced to Duri and Beatriz. "Or you two either?"

Roe's smile didn't waver, but his eyes grew harder, as did his tone. "Let us say that I don't hate most aliens. I reserve that for a very specific few, namely the ones behind this invasion. You are just soldiers. You follow your orders. You have no say in how the war is run. I don't hate you for doing your job."

"Nor do I," Duri added. "But honestly, I wish you had never come here."

"I don't hate you personally," Beatriz said slowly, crossing her arms. "But I don't like you. Your kind have killed us for no reason. You won't, and should not be welcome on our planet, regardless of if you were following your orders or not."

The Vitakarian just nodded at Beatriz. "I understand that."

"And there you have it," Roe said, lowering his tablet. "Now, I don't believe I got your name?"

"Runi'cairu'intha."

"You go by your middle names, correct?" Roe asked, looking up. "Cairu?"

"Yes."

"Excellent," he made some final notes. "You won't have to stay in that cell too much longer. You'll all be moved shortly. We'll have more questions later, but your cooperation has been noticed, and ADVENT thanks you for it."

"How very nice of them." Duri almost blinked at that. Was she really being sarcastic?

Roe just laughed, and Duri was almost hoping nothing too bad happened to her. He doubted it was going to be as fair as Roe was promising, but if they cooperated, he didn't see a reason to mistreat them. That was what the aliens would do to them.

ADVENT was better than that.

At least he hoped it was.

---

Alien Containment Chamber, the Praesidium – Classified Location

11/28/2016 – 11:59 A.M.

"I am concerned about Patricia," Aegis said. "She still does not fully understand the danger communicating with the Imperator poses."

While waiting for Caelior to become conscious, Aegis had decided to inform the Commander over an apparent recent conversation. Truth be told the Commander had suspected something like that was going on given how deflective Patricia had been in response to some of his questions. However, from what it sounded like the Imperator was deliberately avoiding giving a sensible motivation for his actions.

The Commander did agree with Aegis that it was not safe, but at the same time, he trusted that Patricia would be able to handle it. "She'll be fine. If the Imperator wants to communicate with her, that isn't something we can really stop."

"Unfortunately not," Aegis exhaled, with some resignation. "But you should discourage her from such interactions. She will listen to you more than me, and even you must be becoming concerned about her state of mind. She has become more violent."

Indeed he had, and that was something he could justifiably come down on her for. To an extent he could tolerate some experimentation, but drawing it out for the sake of it wasn't professional nor efficient. At the very least, she needed to become better at letting him know exactly what these training sessions would entail. He didn't care much about how aliens felt, but more about his own people trying to emulate Ethereals like Isomnum.

The Imperator may be pushing her this direction, but the Commander wouldn't have been surprised if she'd begun doing it anyway. She was like that, once an idea got into her head she would try every logical way to make it work. The source of the idea could have been anyone, and in this case it so happened to be the Imperator. Considering the things Geist had done, it could have easily come from him.

Mhmm, Geist. He was going to need to deal with him for his actions. Patricia at least had some rules about how she respected the minds of her soldiers. She still had her own ethics, even if Aegis didn't seem to think so right now. Geist, on the other hand, did not.

Still, that was not the main issue with Aegis's suggestion. "You still don't really get how Humans work," he sighed. "Telling someone 'don't do this' and not giving them a sufficient explanation doesn't work with most people. They just do it without telling you, and it's not like Patricia is actively seeking him out."

"And how long until she does?" Aegis inquired.

"That would depend on her reasons," he answered evenly. "The Imperator has been rather free with his information. That would be an acceptable reason. If it's more malicious than that, then we'll have problems. But that doesn't address my point. How, exactly, would I make sure they didn't communicate?"

"At this point in time there is nothing," Aegis admitted. "However, the Manchurian Restraints-"

"Will not be used that way," the Commander interrupted. "Nor is that necessary. My soldiers are not children, Aegis. They can think for themselves, and I'll respect that. I trust Patricia until she gives me a reason not to. She's been here since the beginning. She's not going to go running off just because the Imperator was nice to her."

"I still do not believe that is his goal," Aegis said, as Vahlen signaled that Caelior was waking up. "He is trying to change her; not convert her. That is arguably just as dangerous."

"We'll continue this later," the Commander said as they both stepped into the Containment Chamber where Caelior was strapped to the operating table, with all his arms tied behind his back. The table had be oriented vertically so he could face them upright when he awoke. Without his helmet or armor, he didn't look nearly as intimidating.

Ethereals really did look different under their armor and robes. They didn't really have necks, but just one elongated head. The mouth was definitely not in the original species, as it seemed a noticeably thin and alien addition; lipless and small, as well as placed fairly far down the 'face'.

Honestly, all these restraints were probably unnecessary since Vahlen had said the procedure was successful and Caelior was completely paralyzed from the neck down. Hopefully he wouldn't be too violent upon waking up. "He should be fully conscious shortly," Vahlen said, walking up to them, back in her standard science uniform. "Everyone ready?"

"Yes," the Commander confirmed. "Patricia, Geist, and Sussan are monitoring him. They will inform me if anything is wrong." He tapped his earpiece, opening up a channel. "Everyone set?"

"Yes, Commander," Patricia confirmed.

Caelior suddenly moved his head, his voice making a groaning sound. The glowing orange eyes of the Ethereal opened, blinking even in the dimmed light. "XCOM…" he noted groggily, likely seeing him and Vahlen, he moved his head. "Aegis."

"Caelior," Aegis inclined his helmet. "Do not be alarmed. They do not intend to hurt you."

Technically correct, but they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. "I can't move," he said, voice growing louder, realizing the paralysis. "I can't feel anything! What did you do to me?!"

"A precautionary measure," Vahlen explained calmly trying to keep him from panicking, as she stepped forward. "You have been medicinally paralyzed from the neck down. Considering your abilities and previously hostile intentions towards us, we couldn't take the risk. This is reversible, and if you cooperate, we could allow you to move again."

The golden eyes narrowed, and the Commander raised a hand. "I would caution against attempting to use any of your…abilities." He motioned to Vahlen. "This was not the only precaution. You have been fitted with neural bombs. These aren't powerful, but are more than sufficient to kill you. They can be detonated manually, or they will go off if it detects you have reached a certain threshold of psionic usage." He gave a grim smile. "I would not push this boundary."

Technically, it wasn't actually connected to a sensor. While Vahlen had conceptualized the idea, there hadn't been time to fully fit him with it. However, his brain was hooked up to computers which monitored his psionic usage, and sending the data both to Vahlen and Geist. If it reached a certain threshold, they would manually detonate the explosive.

But Caelior didn't need to know that.

"Why didn't you just kill me?" Caelior said wearily, looking to Aegis. "To gloat? To torture me like this? Trapped in my own body?"

"Because you do not deserve to die, Caelior," Aegis said.

"I came to kill you," Caelior spat. "I have disgraced the Imperator, I failed him. I suppose that is why he didn't intervene. Death is better than living as your captive."

"No," Aegis shook his head. "You were sent down to die. No one believed you would win; not the Battlemaster, not the Imperator. You were sacrificed. You were supposed to die, Caelior, but I have convinced the Commander to change your determined fate."

"Impossible," Caelior disputed. "I would not be sacrificed like some pawn. I am one of the greatest weapons against the threat we face. I would not simply be…discarded." Despite his words, he did seem to be slightly unsure.

"Were you aware that the Imperator has been communicating with Patricia?" The Commander said. "Helping her? Encouraging her? He was the one who informed her, and through her, us, that you were coming."

If Caelior could have stiffened, he would have. "No. He would not do that. Why would he do that? He is no traitor to us."

"Because the Imperator does not care about you, or any of us," Aegis explained. "Everything is a tool or pawn to him; something to use and discard when needed. Every action is used to enact his nebulous agenda. The Imperator has abandoned our original goal for years, Caelior, it was ultimately why I left. He is too focused on the inner galaxy and Sovereign Ones. The Synthesized are not his primary concern."

"That can't be," Caelior said slowly. "If that were the case I would have heard about it. Someone would know. Why didn't you say anything if this was true?"

"Even you must have noticed how things were changing," Aegis took a step towards the young Ethereal. "The Imperator slowly and quietly cut off my access to information. I was no longer informed of Collective developments. There was only one way to fully defy him, and that was leaving. There were other reasons."

"Like what?"

Aegis hesitated, then continued. "He never told you the truth about how you were used. None of us did. Lies among the few of us that were left became less and less acceptable to me, but it was important for the Imperator that the lies be maintained."

"What are you talking about?" Caelior demanded.

"You are no legend, Caelior," Aegis said sadly. "You have been and were a propaganda tool of the Empire. Your legend was one of an artificial making, conceptualized by the Division of the Battlemasters, Shadows, and Overminds. The Ethereals needed hope, and the story of an Ethereal prodigy single-handedly challenging the Synthesized was the answer."

He paused. "But it was just that: A story. Your victories were not of your own making. You believe you single-handedly changed the tide of battles, when you had been conditioned to ignore the influence of Overminds who assisted you from afar. You were sent into battle against Synthesized already weakened and scattered. Your true victories existed, but were far outnumbered by those engineered to grow the legend of Caelior."

"No…" Caelior shook his head, voice in denial. "I've used my power. I remember the battles! I made the decisions! It can't…it can't have been fake."

"You thought you did," Aegis said. "But you are no telepath, Caelior. Your mind was not trained to resist the influence of the Shadows. Your power, Caelior, is real. Very real. But your accomplishments are not. They never were."

Caelior was silent for a few minutes, head looking towards the ground. The Commander almost felt sorry for him. He didn't really know what the appropriate reaction was when you were told that your life was an engineered lie, but this seemed to be fitting. If Ethereals could cry, the Commander would not have been surprised to see him shed some tears.

It is difficult for him to show it. Vahlen telepathically communicated. But he truly is shaken. He's thinking now; about everything he's gone through. He can sense Aegis is telling the truth, and that is scaring him.

"Then…why?" Caelior finally asked. "Why even bring me?"

"Because you are powerful," Aegis answered. "The Imperator wanted you as a weapon, a tool, nothing more. But you were consumed by your legend; you believed yourself special and superior to others and those who knew the truth simply played into it as a source of amusement. You were not considered highly, Caelior, because of your attitude and words. But while you bear some of the blame, it is the result of the lies of others. For that, I am sorry."

"And I fell right into it," he said bitterly. "Why did…no one ever tell me? Did they believe I could not handle it?"

"I do not know," Aegis admitted. "But I doubt many of them cared enough about you to even think that was important. You were not a friendly personality; you drove people away with your arrogance and superiority. I suspect your actions led to the Battlemaster deciding you were a liability to him."

"I…think so," Caelior said slowly. "I did threaten him. Quisilia mocked me for it, but I didn't consider him worth paying attention to. He promised that if I killed you, I could assume control of the military." A pause. "I was a fool."

Yes, he most definitely was. The Battlemaster had definitely allowed him to die. Or would have, had they not changed the script. It seemed that for the first time in his life, Caelior was actually trying to think about something.

"What is going to happen to me?" Caelior didn't sound angry, violent, or defiant, just defeated. "Do you intend to torture me? Experiment on me? Extract everything I know? I am aware of how XCOM operates."

"That," the Commander said. "Depends on your cooperation. You are too much of a risk to hold indefinitely, as it stands now. Even bombs won't render you harmless. However, there is something under development that could allow you to live more…freely. But until then, we will ask some questions, either from Aegis, myself, or Zhang. Vahlen will run some tests on you and take samples. Then you will be placed in a Stasis Chamber until the Manchurian Restraints are completed."

"And even if these…Restraints are developed, then what?" Caelior asked. "You would not wake me up if there was no plan for me?"

The Commander and Aegis exchanged a look. "Commander, do you believe he would have a place with us….with appropriate precautions, of course?"

The Commander appraised the Ethereal. He'd seen Caelior's power; Aegis wanted for him to join XCOM. He wasn't sure that was a good idea, but he was too powerful to really ignore as a weapon. Yet at the same time, he likely had as little tolerance for incompetence and childishness as the Battlemaster had.

Then again, that wouldn't be a problem with the Manchurian Restraints.

"That depends," he said slowly. "Aegis gave me a detailed dossier on you. You are an Ethereal supremacist, are overly emotional, and became enough of a liability that the Battlemaster deemed you better dead than alive. I have no place for someone like that. The question that should be asked is first, is that even something you would want, and second, if you are willing to change."

"I…do not know," Caelior admitted. "I do not know what I want. Everything I was is…not real. I don't know what to do."

"You can decide that when the time comes," Aegis said. "In the meantime, you can stay here; think over what you learned, ask questions, grow. You can be what you thought you were, Caelior, but it must be your own decision."

"First I need to know if you will cooperate with us," the Commander said. "Everything else is contingent on that."

"I have little choice," Caelior answered. "But…yes. You will not have to force me. I do not like feeling trapped in my body, so I would ask you place me in stasis soon. This feeling of helplessness is…disconcerting."

"It will not take more than a few days," Vahlen promised. "And when you awaken, you will have feeling back. It may take some time for your body to readjust, but by then the Restraints will be applied and your mobility will be permitted."

The Ethereal sighed. "Very well. Begin asking your questions."

---

Abuja – Nigeria

11/29/2016 – 2:12 P.M.

The recent developments had definitely changed things up, to put it mildly.

Betos felt like she was running on empty for the vast majority of the time, between trying to manage the military effectively and safely, trying to curtail the more outrageous demands of the SAS leadership, and on top of that work with Macula to try and establish the SAS as an alien-enhanced power without ADVENT noticing for a while.

Luckily, Macula had already come through on at least securing Abuja. He had brought in a very small number of his own alien forces, and placed enough sensors, scouts and some kind of holographic technology which would ensure that ADVENT was not going to be able to know what actually was going on in her little corner of Africa.

Her soldiers were somewhat apprehensive of even the limited number of aliens wandering around, but there wasn't too much interaction with them, although some of the Borelians were helping train her soldiers to more effectively use their own advanced weaponry, namely the plasma rifles, railguns, and camo-tech.

It was all very impressive, and her soldiers were already as, or more, advanced than ADVENT on a technological level. The trick would be to apply this to the SAS as a whole, which was going to be a lot more difficult to do without attracting suspicion.

But right now, she didn't care about that.

One Ethereal was now captured by XCOM, and one was working with them.

He had failed to mention several things to her.

The building Macula was staying in was a renovated house, which looked normal enough on the outside until you realized it was a holographic front, with a full alien cube-like structure underneath. It was fairly small and open, with the first 'floor' only consisting of his holographic devices, haptics, and computers. The space above that room was presumably where he slept.

The moment she stepped through Kellani stepped forward, one hand already moving towards his Titan Hammer. The Oyariah, Mac'kellani'hegemon, was more intimidating to her than the Ethereal. He seemed to fulfill the role of a bodyguard, but he was definitely not just some muscle. He towered over her, standing at least three meters high, but was surprisingly articulate which had been strange to hear from the stony alien.

"State your business, Lady Betos," he said, having adopted her unofficial title given by Macula. Why he'd chosen that she didn't know, as she would have preferred her military title of Marshal. But of all the things to complain about, that really wasn't something she could make herself care too much about.

"Aegis," she said. "Please move aside."

"Yes, you may step aside," Macula said walking over to her. "Lady Betos no doubt has some questions."

Kellani stepped back, his hand falling to his side. "As you decree, Elder Macula."

"Right," Betos crossed her arms. "So were you ever going to mention this to me? I think it might have been important."

"Unlikely," Macula answered. "The main reason is that Aegis was not relevant, nor was his unfortunate defection. His influence would have been limited, though now that he has appeared, that has clearly changed."

Betos sniffed. "Clearly."

"That, Lady Betos, is not our goal," Macula continued, raising a finger. "Right now we need to improve the SAS and ensure that ADVENT does not become too aware of our presence. Aegis does not have an impact on that, and I also say that may serve as a distraction for our own operations. They will be too focused on him."

Macula did have a point there. ADVENT had a lot to focus on. "There is also the issue of China, and their repurposing of the Dreadnought Fragment CODEX," Kellani rumbled. "Tensions between China and XCOM may become a focal issue."

"But what about Chinese attack on Japan?" Betos asked.

"While I agree with Elder Macula that it is outside our focus," Kellani said. "She raises an important point. It is a country that we cannot really afford to lose."

"It will be reclaimed eventually," Macula said. "It was…surprising, but this is a simple setback. Our work here is more important."

"But that Ethereal was captured," Betos pointed out. "That…can't have been planned."

"Yes, Caelior," Macula paused, almost thoughtfully. "While his capture is unfortunate, nothing much of value was lost. I suspect the Battlemaster determined he was a liability and had the moron kill himself against Aegis. He was never much for thinking through his actions. His loss is not a detriment."

Kellani didn't say anything, which was somewhat telling. Normally he would repeat something Macula said, or agree with him. That he didn't indicated that Kellani took the event a little harder than Macula, although it could be due to how the Oyariah apparently saw the Ethereals as gods, and having one captured was difficult to comprehend.

"Fine," Betos sighed, rubbing her forehead. "But ADVENT is going to capitalize on this. An Ethereal is going to be used as incentive for them to recruit."

"But they will target Europe first," Kellani interjected.

"But they also won't turn down African nations if they ask," Betos responded. "We need to expand out further, and that's not happening while the SAS tries different flavors of dictator." She scowled. "I can't keep them in check forever and they'll only focus on Boko Haram and other terrorists for so long."

"In that case," Macula stepped forward with a flourish. "Perhaps it's time I am formally introduced to the SAS leadership. I would quite enjoy such a diversion." He motioned to her. "You are the only one that matters here. If the SAS is not conforming to your…well, desires, then that can be changed. Their armies cannot challenge me, nor can their minds."

Betos felt that there was a double meaning with the latter statement. But she couldn't disagree. The SAS would be alien-supported, so it made sense that the leadership knew of their benefactors. Macula for certain. "How soon should this be done?"

"When the world is focused on something else," Macula said mildly. "Like an Ethereal speaking publicly. Once Aegis is properly introduced to the world…well, less focus will be on us. Even if ADVENT will never break their so-called watch, they have priorities. One of which would be watching a supposedly friendly Ethereal."

"Alright." Betos was already figuring out logistics. She didn't trust this not to leak, and was going to have to take some precautions. But it could be done, and once everyone was on the same page, then maybe something could finally move forward. "Let's prepare for that."

---

Beijing – China

11/30/2016 – 1:22 P.M.

The Commander had to admit that Beijing was much different when he wasn't assaulting an EXALT facility. It was a massive and expansive city, one of the biggest in China, and while he could admire it, he was really only interested in getting in, having his meeting with the Chinese, and leaving. He was certain they were being watched, although that was likely the extent of it.

But their Intelligence was most certainly cataloging everything they were doing to analyze later.

This was going to be interesting.

In one of the skyscrapers, he, Patricia, and Zhang were directed towards the room President Qin had decided to meet them in to discuss the repurposed CODEX. They had agreed very quickly, so he assumed that they accurately understood the gravity of the situation. Which was good; there was a much better chance that something would be accomplished here.

He didn't really want to make the Chinese an enemy again, but he wasn't going to let this go.

The standard business office with windows allowing a smoggy view of the Beijing skyline behind them was fairly simple for such a meeting, but the Commander didn't really mind. The less attention, the better. "Commander," President Qin greeted. "Welcome. Again."

He had to smile at that. "It's much more impressive in the day, I have to admit."

Qin didn't react, but motioned him to sit down. "I know what you wish to discuss. All I have invited today is the lead for the Tiāngōng Intelligence, Peng Lei." The other person, an older Chinese man stood and inclined his head.

"Commander, Director Zhang, and Patricia Trask," he greeted. "A pleasure."

All of them sat down as the Commander decided to get straight to the point. "The capabilities of your program are impressive, to say the least. How exactly was it developed?"

"It would be wise to be truthful as well," Patricia added with a smile. "Just a suggestion."

Lei adjusted his glasses, and at a nod from Qin, answered. "In going through the wreckage of the Dreadnought, there was much of it that was damaged or corroded beyond repair. However, we did manage to extract some vital components. One of them was what I can only assume was an information monitoring system. Not quite an AI, but with very similar theoretical capabilities."

"The aliens call them CODEX systems," the Commander nodded. "Very advanced, very versatile."

"Indeed," Lei agreed. "The system apparently recognized us as the new owners, and began assisting us in figuring out certain questions regarding their technology. It lacked much information on the aliens themselves, but it helped us understand their code and methodology. From what it provided, we were able to eventually modify it to the Tiāngōng Project."

"All very fascinating," the Commander deadpanned, looking to Qin. "And correct me if I am wrong, but China was part of the Council at this time, correct?"

A pause. "Correct," Qin said.

"I'm glad we're on the same page," the Commander said with only slight mockery. "Now, don't you think that this rather advanced technology might have been somewhat useful to XCOM? Indeed, wasn't it stated fairly often that all major alien developments fell to us?"

"Commander, if you also recall, you delayed us acquiring the wreckage for months because of your vendetta," Qin answered. "You never showed a respect for our country. You wanted everything to yourself."

"And we were completely justified, knowing what we know now," Zhang stated harshly. "We were concerned you would hold something back if you found it. We were clearly correct."

Qin's face wrinkled in disgust. "You are lucky you are allowed to wander here, Triad. You are still a criminal here."

The Commander rapped his mechanical fingers on the desk. "Zhang has done more for humanity than you have so far, Mr. President. I would advise you keep comments threatening my advisors to a minimum. Especially when he is correct."

"And let us also not forget that you have also been against us from the start," Qin continued. "You have deliberately tried to curtail the influence of China. As an America, I can understand you were threatened, but do not believe this is something that excuses you."

"Yes, I am very loyal to a country that betrayed me and imprisoned me for years," the Commander answered sarcastically. "However, if I recall, China refused to support me back when the Council was still around. Australia, China, every country that stood as a roadblock to protecting our species. Why wouldn't I have tried to reduce your influence? You only cared about the aliens when it directly threatened you." He paused. "You did show some spine pulling out. I can't fault you for that."

"Do not forget I know who you are," Qin reminded him. "Even in ADVENT, your name is not welcome."

"Really." The Commander smiled. "Patricia?"

"He is bluffing," she said. "He has no intention of revealing your identity. He knows you would ensure China joins ADVENT. And he would probably end up dead."

"Tell your psion to stop reading my mind!" He hissed, color draining from his face. Lei looked concerned as well, shooting Patricia intermittent glances.

"Then don't threaten my Commander," she answered flatly.

"Enough," the Commander raised his hand. "The past cannot be changed. China made a mistake here, that is not in dispute. I would prefer that we take this opportunity to start anew. Allies are better than enemies, but there are certain things that must be done to atone." He looked to Qin. "This is not a negotiation, Mr. President." He nodded to Zhang.

"XCOM will have full access to the Tiāngōng Intelligence," Zhang began listing. "We are allowed to question any and all personnel affiliated with it. XCOM will also acquire full schematics of the housing structure, and the full source code of the program. In addition, we will also seize all original assets housing the CODEX system. We will also be allowed to conduct inspections and withdraw data acquired by the Tiāngōng Intelligence."

"Do you really think you can just come here and make demands like that?" Qin demanded. "It is one thing coming from ADVENT. It is another from a small paramilitary organization, even one such as yours."

The Commander exchanged a glance with Patricia. "Yes," he answered simply. "I can do that. You will be able to retain the Tiāngōng Intelligence, but we will have everything needed to make our own. I suspect ADVENT will back me if you force this." He paused, leaning forward. "But I would advise you not fight this, Mr. President. It will end badly for any plans you have to keep China independent."

He motioned to the Beijing skyline. "This is all you have. The Tiāngōng Intelligence is your only insurance policy. It would be a shame if something were to happen to it."

"The Tiāngōng Housing is under heavily military guard," Lei shook his head. "I…understand you are upset, but nothing short of an army will breach it."

"Patricia," the Commander said after a few moments of thought. "Can you have General Kong give President Qin a call?"

"Certainly," she answered, closing her eyes. "It will just take a few moments."

"Armies, are unneeded," the Commander continued as they waited. "You have no protection, no countermeasures. And you underestimate what would really be required. It could be a simple phone call to move soldiers around, or the power to suddenly go out, or something else miniscule."

There was a tense silence after that, broken shortly by Qin reaching into his pocket and pulling out a phone. Not breaking eye contact with the Commander he answered it. A few seconds later he put it down again, face still as stone. Lei looked similarly shaken. "You have made your point, Commander," he said quietly. "You will have what you need."

"Excellent, that's all I wanted," the Commander said. "Contrary to what you like to believe, I don't want you as an enemy. There are more important things to focus on, but I will not have one country hoarding valuable tech because of a vendetta or a misguided selfishness."

"My people will be arriving tomorrow," Zhang added, addressing Qin. "I expect there to not be any problems. I have formal agreements for your people to sign."

"I will see they are handled," Qin sighed as Zhang pulled out the documents. "I hope this is the last conversation of this nature we will have, Commander."

"As do I," he nodded. "But that, Mr. President, will largely be up to you."

---

Alien Containment, the Praesidium – Classified Location

12/1/2016 – 10:22 A.M.

The Commander stood with Jackson and Aegis in front of the one-way looking glass at the newest member of the containment cells. "This is…interesting. Jackson, would you care to fill me in on why, exactly, there is an Oyariah here."

"I can do that easily enough," Jackson looked down at her tablet. "The short version is that he was one of the aliens who defected. He's been cooperative, but essentially said he wanted to speak to Aegis. ADVENT inquired if we wanted him, since the Priests determined that he was telling the truth, and I accepted." She lowered the tablet. "Couldn't hurt, and worst case we get a live Oyariah to experiment on. We benefit either way."

"Acceptable," the Commander nodded, clasping his hands behind his back as he appraised the Oyariah before him. Like the others of his species, his black stony skin covered his body, only breaking at gaps for the joints. If the Commander wasn't aware of how Oyariah biology worked, he would have assumed the Oyariah was still wearing some kind of armor.

He was seated on the bench in the back of the cell, waiting calmly for someone to make an appearance. The Oyariah's faceplates weren't ornate or complex, but simply just formed something akin to a skullcap over his head while leaving the grey-skinned face exposed. The black-pupiled eyes just stared ahead; seemingly sightless.

"The question is what to do with him if he is cooperative," the Commander noted. "Oyariah are not really known for their scientific or engineering expertise."

"You would be surprised," Aegis said. "Many hold that opinion because they live underground, but few recall that their cities are on an equal level of sophistication to others on Vitakar." A pause. "However, I suspect this one does not fit that category."

"No point delaying," the Commander said, moving to psionically unlock the cell door, which slid to the side. He walked inside the room with the alien, with Aegis behind him.

The Oyariah immediately fell to one knee upon the entrance of the Ethereal. "Elder Aegis, you honor me with your presence."

Aegis seemed to see what was needed and fell into the role immediately. "You may rise."

The Oyariah did so, and rose to a height that was close to eight feet, if not slightly higher. "What is your name, Dweller of the Stone?"

Well, he was being fancy. But he was handling it well. "Rava'xarian'hegemon, Elder Aegis, formerly within the Guard of the Ravager."

The Ravager of the Hegemony. The Commander looked at him with new interest. That was the closest thing the Oyariah had to a military leader, and if Xarian had been one of her guards, this was one of the highest-ranking defections. Aegis apparently had the same thought. "You abandoned your duty to the Ravager. Why?"

"Because of your appearance, Elder," Xarian answered. "I have heard the stories of the Aegis within the Black Library. Your feats, your victories, all of which were shared by Elder Cogitian and immortalized by the One Encased." He trailed off briefly. "My faith in the Elders has been…weakened for some time. They have become silent, less forthcoming to their disciples, I did not know the reason. But your revelation has made that clear. They have lied to us; hidden your departure out of shame or malice, I do not know which."

The Oyariah shook his head in apparent disgust. "One does not lie to us and expect to be trusted. I did not know what to make of this initially, but then I remembered the legends, the ones where you fought the God-Machines time and time again. If there is a war brewing between the Elders, I will not fight for the side who hides the truth from our people. I have come to pledge myself to your service and fight against your enemies until your will is accomplished."

Huh. The Commander had to admit the Oyariah had given them quite a lot of useful information, even if it wasn't intentional.

Such as the fact that the Ethereals had definitely been sharing information with the Oyariah, including knowledge about the Synthesized.

Well then.

His motivations are true, Aegis communicated. He is not deceiving us.

"I am honored by your faith in me, and impressed with your conviction," Aegis finally said. "Yet even I understand that not all who are opposed to me are deserving of death. My conflict is against the Imperator, not the Elders as a whole. I sense that you have this same understanding."

"Yes, I do," Xarian admitted. "Yet you are one who has never deceived my people, not truly. I believe that when you faced the same choice as Elders Sana'Ligna and Battlemaster in lying to my people, you refused and left. And if you oppose the Dread Lord, then it is only further proof that your side is the correct one."

The Commander was now very interested in what, exactly, the Oyariah knew about the Ethereals. Directly referencing Isomnum's name of legend made him wonder what stories they knew of the Guardians or even Caelior. "Do you know who I am?" He finally asked, speaking for the first time.

"You are the Commander, one of the Godkillers and Slayer of the Ravaged One," Xarian answered. "Your face and name are enshrined in the Halls of Stone, as are those of the Godkillers Patricia Trask, Moira Vahlen, and Franklin West. You are the only mortal to have faced the wrath of an Elder and live."

Godkiller, huh. He quite liked the sound of that. "I don't suppose I'm liked there then?"

"Any who are strong enough to kill an Elder are worthy of respect," Xarian disputed with a shake of his head. "And whoever is the one to slay you, and the other Godkillers will be generously rewarded by the Elders themselves. Or so we have believed. Perhaps the False Elders have lied about even that."

"Unlikely," Aegis sighed. "They would reward any who slew one who killed our own."

"And what do you believe about me?" The Commander asked. "You understand that, if this is permitted, you would be fighting on the side of a Godkiller?"

"The Ravaged One was reduced and diminished by the Machine-Gods and endured in this painful reality," Xarian answered. "The legends show his power and tragedy. When he accepted the pain of a world, the Elder died that day. I am of the belief that you provided him a mercy, and if he was one of the Imperator's kind, then your reasons are forgivable."

"You didn't quite answer my question."

"Do you fight for the Elder Aegis?"

"I fight with him," the Commander corrected. "Not for him. We don't view the Elders the same way as you do."

"It is a perspective that is only truly gifted to my kind," the Oyariah nodded. "Yet I am satisfied. The Elders are not to be limited, but seen and understood by all. If your species fights alongside Elder Aegis, than that is all I care about."

"I am again honored by this," Aegis said. "Yet I fear few of your brethren feel the same."

"They follow the will of the Stalker, Ravager, and Messenger," Xarian replied. "And many are not on this planet. I was on orders of the Ravager. Such a decision cannot be undertaken easily, and few are as versed with the legends of the Elders as I am."

"If I may ask a question," the Commander interjected, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you? What is your interest in the Ethereals?"

"I was one of the Guard of the Ravager," he answered, almost surprised that was asked. "To not be versed in such teachings and stories would be disgraceful. Yet I have spoken with them as well, my belief has been strong for decades and I consistently wished to strengthen it. What better way than to learn their histories and legends?"

"Fair point," the Commander acknowledged.

"The Triumvirate of the Hegemony may come to the conclusion I have," Xarian admitted. "They are even more familiar with the lore of the Black Library. But that is why it is important that one such as I publicly be seen in your service. Many of my brethren are simply confused and lost. They do not understand what is at stake, and seeing one of their own who fights at your side will convince those wavering to abandon the False Elders and take their rightful place at the side of an Elder in battle."

"And you are willing to fight your own kind?" The Commander asked.

"In the service of Elder Aegis, I will do what I must," Xarian inclined his head towards the Ethereal. "I will take no pleasure, but I will not fight against what I believe. I will not take the side of the liar and deceivers, even if I must turn my back on my brethren. They will understand, even if they cannot muster the courage to do the same."

If there was one thing the Commander was certain of, it was that this was not an act. Even if he wasn't as experienced in reading aliens as Humans, Xarian was not putting on a show. He truly seemed to believe this, and if that were the case, he could be a very valuable ally and recruiting tool. He was somewhat apprehensive of putting him in XCOM squads…but there was a first time for everything.

Maybe have a few test cases. See how he worked with other Humans.

Such a move was risky without the Manchurian Restraints, but for once, the Commander didn't really believe those were needed here. "Jackson," he said. "Did he come with any armor or weaponry?"

"Yes, it was shipped with him."

"Good," he looked at the Oyariah. "I've heard enough. If you're willing to fight against the Imperator, I believe you could help us. If Aegis wishes to allow you into his service, I will permit it."

Aegis looked to Xarian. "Do you desire this?"

"Of course, Elder Aegis." Xarian said, falling once more to one knee.

"Then you will be the first of my personal guard," Aegis said. "Aegis'xarian'hegemon, you will execute my will, fight in my name, and assist in restoring order to the Collective and this galaxy. Rise and take your place."

The renamed Oyariah stood, and from what little skill the Commander had in telepathy, Xarian seemed genuinely happy. Aegis was very good at playing the role of a deity, ironically enough. "Your equipment will be returned to you shortly," the Commander said. "And I'll have some living quarters prepared and ensure that the soldiers are made aware. Just…learn some basics about Humans before you interact with us too much. Not all of them have the highest view of aliens."

"Of course, Commander of Aegis," Xarian nodded. "I will ensure I am familiar with your kind before extensive interaction."

Oyariah liked their titles. The Commander had a feeling things were going to get interesting with him around. And he hadn't even been told of Caelior yet. Granted, he was in a pod now, but he wouldn't be there forever.

Hopefully the soldiers would take it well.

---

XCOM Intelligence Control, the Praesidium – Classified Location

12/1/2016 – 1:03 P.M.

Abby hoped that the scientists were continuing to be nice to her armor. She had very strongly advised Vahlen not to even touch it, and given what happened to her rifle, Vahlen was inclined to agree. Instead she had settled for taking detailed scans which they were presumably going over now. Her leg was healing rapidly, thanks to XCOM medical equipment which was now a combination of alien equipment, nanotech, and maybe some Sovereign Tech, she wasn't sure.

Once she was healed sufficiently, Abby was going to be doing some more tests wearing the suit, but right now there was the matter of the debriefing. Namely, watching Quisilia get thrown back into a wall. She really just wanted to watch that beautiful moment on repeat. It was so satisfying.

Zhang was not the only one in the room. For the first time, she was being introduced to the Ethereal himself. Aegis was very cordial towards her, and she returned the favor. There was something about being around him that made her feel more at ease. Probably something to do with his psionics, but she surprisingly didn't feel uncomfortable around him, despite him towering over her.

The video finished and clicked off. "Aegis?" Zhang asked, turning towards him. "What do you make of this?"

"This is unexpected," he answered slowly, carefully. "I was not aware there were rogue Sovereign Ones…as this…vessel….seemed to imply."

That reminded Abby of something. "What, exactly, is a Sovereign One? I feel it's something I should know about."

"Something very old," Zhang began curtly, looking at her intently. "What we discuss here doesn't leave this room. Suffice to say you've stumbled upon a mystery even the Ethereals haven't figured out. Aegis, care to fill her in?"

"Certainly," Aegis said. "I will be brief."

And so he proceeded to give the very short history about how the Ethereals fell, which it turned out they had come up against some kind of machine-organic hybrid, if the word "Synthesized" was to be believed. The Imperator had frozen a select few in stasis with the intention to awaken later and take revenge. When they had woken up, they had been contacted by other survivors called Sovereign Ones who provided them with highly advanced technology.

No, there was definitely nothing suspicious about that.

Abby saw quite a lot of holes in the Imperator's so-called plan. Holes so large that there was no way that he was ignorant of them. The idea that the Ethereals, all…ten of them? All of them would conquer the galaxy and prepare for an enemy they weren't sure was even coming back?

There had to be another reason.

But she picked up the main point Aegis was trying to make. "So they never mentioned there was a rogue Sovereign One."

"Or multiple ones," Zhang added. "The names he listed. The Bringer. The Black Fleet. Do any of those seem familiar?"

"I have never heard of them before," Aegis shook his head. "I was not the primary communicator between the Imperator and the Sovereign Ones."

"And who was?" Abby asked.

"An Ethereal who the Imperator chose to be the Voice of the Sovereign," Aegis answered. "She volunteered to be the vessel of communication, and as far as I know, she is who Revelean, Fectorian, and the Imperator go to when they wish to speak. I know the Imperator has spoken with them himself on occasion."

"And you?" Zhang asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Once," Aegis said. "It was an…interesting experience. They were capable of shattering even my strongest defenses. I was somewhere else for a time, underwater I think, but I could breathe and move as easily as I do now. The Sovereign One took the form of an alien I didn't recognize. Blue-skinned, very similar to humans actually, feminine is the word. The head seemed composed of strange ridges."

"I'm sensing a theme," Abby muttered. These Sovereign Ones seemed to like water and aquatics. She doubted it was a coincidence. "The Chronicler's little hiding place has a lot of water, and a chamber with one of these orbs. Something he warned me not to touch."

"I know what you speak of," Aegis nodded. "I believe they are some kind of link to Sovereign Ones. The Voice carries one with her at all times."

"Well, it seems they lied about some things," Zhang noted, looking back to the video. "Or at minimum left out some key bits of information. This Chronicler almost killed Quisilia and would have if not for freak timing. And you said he isn't dead?"

"Quisilia didn't seem to think so," Abby shook her head. "However, Quisilia definitely made a powerful enemy if that is the case."

"Agreed," Zhang nodded. "If this Chronicler returns, I would suggest we seek him out. He could be a powerful ally."

"Did you not hear 'this species is mine'?" Abby demanded. "Is that really a good idea?"

Zhang pursed his lips. "That is a good point. By this point he has to realize the sides of the war. Turning him down might be dangerous for us. Dealing with Ethereals is hard enough; we don't need another powerful entity angry at us."

"I would also caution against this Sovereign One, if it is truly one," Aegis added. "This does not match with what we know of the Sovereign Ones. I cannot help but wonder if they have realized that the Imperator is no longer interested in fighting the Synthesized and are seeking…other opportunities. We should proceed cautiously."

"You say 'what we know'," Zhang said pointedly. "But be honest: How much do we really know about them?"

"That they are also allies against the Synthesized," Aegis answered. "Ones who are willing to share their gifts with us and are united in this cause. They have never shown hostile intentions towards us."

"So they have all this advanced technology," Abby said slowly. "And yet they haven't managed to kill the Synthesized. And you know this because….why? They told you?"

"Admittedly, yes," Aegis sighed. "It is…difficult to explain properly. Even sharing the memory would not be the same. These beings are older than we are. Far older. I cannot imagine many are left. They need us; perhaps we're next in a long line, but in the end, our goals align. Should we be successful…I suppose we'll proceed from there."

"I'll state right here that I don't trust anything like that," Abby shook her head. "Not after what I saw. That isn't normal, and anything that can throw around an Ethereal isn't something to take lightly. Let the Commander make that call."

"He will," Zhang assured her, scratching his chin. "Despite how everything ended up, you've done well here. Once Vahlen finishes running her tests, we'll send you out. In the meantime, take a rest. You've earned it."

Abby nodded. "Thank you, Director." She yawned. "A few days of rest will be welcome."

---

Office of the Commander, the Praesidium – Classified Location

12/2/2016 - 4:12 P.M.

Internal Council meetings were unfortunately rarer in recent days, although they had the admittedly acceptable excuse of having so much work to do, not to mention little conflicts in America, Korea, and Japan. But the recent battles had highlighted the issues that needed to be addressed, and that was something they were going to discuss right now.

"Overall, I believe we came out on top here," the Commander opened as they stood in front of his desk, Aegis included. "We've regained significant ground in America, Japan is close to fully reclaimed, and we have held South Korea. Overall, I'd say we held our own."

"Barring Washington and Alaska being attacked," Shen added. "But I agree. We…did well."

"Far better than I had feared," Aegis nodded. "The ADVENT Priests were instrumental in the defense. The Collective has been set back, and while we should not become complacent, the Battlemaster will consider this a loss. Now that I am…active…he will not attack until he has some way to negate my abilities."

"So we're likely to enter a lull in the war," the Commander nodded. "Good. ADVENT will likely focus on expansion, and in the meantime, we will focus on projects of our own. There are a few things I would like to bring up. Zhang?"

"The footage of the supposed Sovereign One avatar," Zhang stepped forward. "Given the words of both Quisilia and the Chronicler, this Sovereign One has likely developed some interest in our species. Should he return, we should make an effort to at least determine what the ultimate goals and motivations for it are. We can't let something like that wander around unchecked."

"At least it's not friendly with the aliens," Vahlen noted. "Sovereign technology is still so far beyond us. A living one would be a valuable ally."

"Except we know very little about them," the Commander shot Aegis a look. "While they are supposedly against the Synthesized, the other names mentioned make me think that this is more complicated than what they presented to the Ethereals. In any event, we should at least attempt contact."

"And if it becomes hostile?" Zhang asked.

"Then we deal with it," the Commander sighed. "Although I don't fancy our chances, not against something like that. Vahlen, tell them what you got from that armor Abby brought back."

"I'll tell what little I can," Vahlen brushed back her hair and cleared her throat. "The armor itself is made out of some kind of substance that is most certainly not from Earth, or at minimum is an artificial combination of multiple elements. The texture is similar to stone, but it is actually manipulable to an extent. More importantly, tests done with Agent Gertrude reveal that it can harden itself upon an object hitting it, essentially lessening the impact."

"How?" Zhang demanded.

"That," Vahlen said slowly. "Revolves around very little. Comprehensive 3D scans show that there is some kind of…power source. We couldn't get to it without cutting into the armor itself, but it was definitely a sphere of some kind. Given that spheres seem to be a trademark of these Sovereign Ones, perhaps these are used for more than communication."

"So it's standard Sovereign Tech," Jackson commented. "Incomprehensible and powerful. Great."

"And the direct interface it has with the user requires a level of precision that would not be possible without a computer with AI levels of computational power," Vahlen added. "Abigail did not describe the insertions of these wires as painful, but given that she received a substantial boost to her stamina and strength, it is also highly possible they are injecting enhancing chemicals."

"From what?" Shen asked. "Is it just making that stuff?"

"We don't know," Vahlen shook her head. "Very little of the armor makes sense, and she was very insistent no one else try it due to her rifle exploding when the Hunter tried picking it up. I would normally not be apprehensive…but this is one area where caution is prudent."

"Speaking of that," the Commander looked to Shen. "The Chosen weapons. What have you learned about them?"

"Those at least follow some logic," Shen answered, stepping forward. "For obvious reasons I've made sure no one has fired it, but imaging shows it to essentially be a miniaturized railgun. Very slow reload speeds, and it can only fire three shots, but nothing really comes close to it in sheer kinetic power. At least for firearms."

The Commander rested his hands on his desk, thinking. "Can we replicate it?"

"Not immediately," Shen shook his head. "But it will serve well in improving our gauss tech. We've gotten all we can from scans. The only thing left is to actually try firing it."

"But he trapped it?" The Commander guessed.

"Yes, he did," Shen nodded. "However, he also set it to unlock on a combination of his DNA and fingerprint. That would normally be a problem…except Agent Gertrude was able to recover his intact limbs. We will use those to unlock the rifle."

"Excellent," the Commander smiled. "Now, we need to shift our focus towards two issues that have arisen recently: Nanotech and the Manchurian Restraints."

Vahlen coughed. "I would also like to say that Project Innsmouth has been proceeding faster than I anticipated. Given the increased deployment of…certain…Ethereals, this is something we should continue."

"The fuck is Project Innsmouth?" Jackson asked, shooting Vahlen a glance.

The Commander and Vahlen exchanged a knowing look. While he wasn't fully caught up on her progress, what she'd told him about it was enough to be more than useful. "An Ethereal hunter," he explained simply. "Something not susceptible to mind control and with a taste for aliens."

"It is a truly disturbing project." Aegis added.

"Project Innsmouth can continue as usual," the Commander redirected, not wanting to get off topic. "Let's focus on these issues here. We need protection from nanotech, and to preferably deploy some of our own."

"EMP weapons are the first weapons we should invest in," Shen began. "WHEEE cannons will be useful, but we need wide-range EMP weapons to destroy things like Spectres. Periodic EMP emitters would also be useful to protect certain areas. The catch is that it requires us to harden everything against EMPs."

"Nanotech isn't going away," the Commander shook his head. "It might take time, but we should work to completely harden ourselves against EMP. I know ADVENT will likely do the same to some effect. Vahlen, is there any progress on controllable nanites by soldiers?"

"Yes," she confirmed. "It is only in highly limited quantities, but Operated MELD, as I have designated it, is now proven to be possible. In theory, this would allow the user to completely control how the MELD performs, be it attack by working similar to the Spectres, or in a defensive manner such as repair, creating structures, or acting as armor. I have also begun the investigation into…integrated MELD."

"Which is?" Jackson asked.

"Incorporating nanotech itself more extensively into the Human body," Vahlen clarified. "Not in the same way as gene mods, but…well, acting both as a secondary immune system and protective skin. It's relatively new, but initial results are promising."

"I'll check on that later," the Commander nodded. "Other kinds of nanoweapons such as warheads and grenades should also be developed. Shen?"

"Already started on that." Shen didn't seem to really approve, as his face was set in a frown. "I figured you'd want something like that. As far as nanotech goes, it is one of the simpler applications."

"Glad to hear it." Now the Commander transitioned to what was likely the more important topic. "Now, the Manchurian Program. I want to resume dedicated research on it. We've had too many instances where it would have been useful, and with the PRIEST Program in full swing, I want it deployed before there is an incident."

"It's only a matter of time," Patricia agreed. "No matter how careful ADVENT is, someone will abuse it, if it hasn't happened already."

"That is the primary concern, yes," the Commander nodded. "And we need it for our alien guests here." He glanced up at Aegis. "All of them. While I do genuinely believe our resident aliens will not betray us, that is not a chance we can afford. And our own psions need to have restrictions placed on them before something happens."

"I have the feeling you're referring to a very specific scenario," Patricia noted dryly.

"Not you, not this time," he answered shaking his head. "Our friend Geist. Who, I am almost convinced of, briefly mind controlled Engineer Kun in response to her criticism of his leadership."

"You're certain?" Vahlen asked.

"Very," the Commander said neutrally. "I do not believe Geist knows that I watch combat logs, especially ones who I know have known issues interacting with people. I'm half-tempted to execute him for that, but this is Geist, who isn't exactly sensitive to other people, and who is our most powerful Human psion. I don't believe he intended it maliciously, but I'll leave that decision to someone else." He looked to Patricia. "Determine if he did it or not. If he did, make sure he doesn't do it again. If he lies to you, or refuses, kill him. I won't have someone like that leading my soldiers, regardless of his power."

Patricia's lips were set in a razor line. "Gladly. He won't give you more trouble."

"The point is that we need to keep all psions in check," the Commander said. "There are not going to be exceptions to this; not me, or you, Aegis. Not for any aliens, and also not for any of us." He looked around the room. "We are all in a position where we cannot afford to take any risks. We can't afford betrayal, either via psionics or discussion. Patricia, even though the Imperator has not actually tried to make you defect, I don't trust him not to make that decision eventually. And I also expect him to try for everyone else. It is a simple precaution, but we cannot be risked like this."

"Is there a line?" Shen asked rhetorically. "Why not do the same to all our soldiers if that's your justification."

The Commander fixed Shen with a stare. "I am considering just that."

There definitely seemed to be some conflict on that. "I'm not sure that's necessary," Jackson said slowly. "It's one thing to subject psions to this, but regular soldiers? Analysts? The maintenance crews? That borders on paranoia, not to mention it would destroy the goodwill you've created here."

"Not to mention a massive security risk should the aliens acquire the means to control us," Shen added. "Psions I have to agree with. Even us. But not the soldiers. They have not done anything to deserve it."

"It's not a matter of deserving it," the Commander sighed. "Most psions don't deserve it either. But we're in a war where the mind is easily turned and manipulated. Like it or not, we need to consider all possible safeguards." He lifted a hand. "I've not made a decision either way, but you should know I'm considering it."

There was some brief silence. "Is there anything else that needs to be addressed?"

They all shook their heads. "Good. Dismissed."

---

Quarters of Overseer Trask, the Praesidium – Classified Location

12/2/2016 - 6:00 P.M.

Sometimes Patricia wondered if she was slowly and insidiously going insane. Really, she had all the symptoms for diagnosis. She regularly saw an imaginary person, appeared to talk to herself a lot, and everyone else told her not to interact with the imaginary person. If she actually didn't know better, she would have called herself crazy.

Unfortunately, the Imperator was very much still real, and still leaning against the wall as she waited for Geist to come. "I don't even know why you're here," she finally said. "Are you really going to be following me around my entire life doing my job?"

"Unlikely your entire life," he answered, in the form of the Commander, although with the addition of black orbs for eyes. "You will die long before I will."

Patricia cocked her head towards him. "You're certainly confident. Things haven't been going too well for you. Although, part of that is your fault."

"The Battlemaster is handling the issues Aegis has caused in the Collective," the Imperator dismissed with a wave of his hand. "But do tell me why I should be concerned?"

Patricia sighed, rubbing her forehead. "If you were a little easier to figure out, maybe I can tell you why. But I don't really know even what you want. I would rather know why you are focusing on me of all people? Why not the Commander, or Aegis, or even Geist? It's not like I'm the only powerful psion on Earth."

The Imperator smiled, looking thoughtfully up in the air. "Because of all the people you mentioned, very few would be interested in simply conversing with me. They are too suspicious, too oriented to being my intrinsic enemy. Aegis could simply block my communication, and neither the Commander or Geist would be interested in speaking."

He inclined his head towards her. "While you are rather deriding sometimes, you are more…open. Willing to take some risks; willing to orient your position based on what you have experienced; willing to logically change your position based on evidence." He nodded. "Aegis cannot seem to grasp that I have no intention of mind controlling you."

"But you are trying to make me see something," Patricia noted, looking at him neutrally. "This isn't, and has never been, just innocent chit-chat."

"Of course I am," the Imperator answered emphatically. "But as for what, you will have to come to that decision on your own. It is something I cannot force. But you don't have all the information yet; there are still questions you need answers to. Information that will allow you to grasp the…scale of what we all are a part of."

"And is there a reason you're not telling me this?" She asked wearily.

"Now?" He raised an eyebrow. "Not the time or place, especially with Geist set to arrive shortly. But that time is coming soon. There are no more tests left for you, only decisions."

"Really." She wasn't completely surprised to hear that. "Tests."

"Ones you passed, do not concern yourself with them," he explained. "Someday I'll elaborate, but if you did not have the potential nor right mindset, then we would not be speaking. I do not waste my time with impossible tasks."

"You're not exactly making yourself sound trustworthy," Patricia noted. "I really do not like being manipulated, or treated as a…'task'."

"You know better than to assume the most malicious interpretation," the Imperator answered knowingly. "Anything can be a task; and I suspect you are no different. No one intelligent devotes time to something that they know will fail. And if I was truly intending to use you, I wouldn't have mentioned anything, would I?"

"Maybe you're arrogant enough to try," she guessed, although he had a good point. Barring some large questions, namely his motivations, the Imperator had and continued to be strangely honest. She really did not know how best to deal with him. Cutting him off seemed rather pointless, since he could likely bypass anything she did, and honestly somewhat mean. He had been rather helpful to her, and it seemed wrong to cut him off for no actual legitimate reason.

"Mhmm, I suppose I'll find out soon enough," he said, looking to the door. "Geist is approaching. I suggest you prepare. We will speak again."

He vanished once more, leaving her to deal with the troublesome psion.

She sighed.

Geist was a hell of a lot easier to deal with than the Imperator. She legitimately did not know what he'd been thinking openly manipulating Nuan's mind so brazenly. Even if she hadn't seen the footage and asked some questions of Nuan, it would have been so blatantly obvious that no one would really struggle to come to the conclusion.

Knowing Geist, he probably legitimately believed he was in the right. For being relatively new to XCOM and psionics in general, he was rather full of himself and always attempting to maintain his superiority over…well, everyone. He was the kind of person who couldn't have someone else be in charge.

Someone had to teach him consequences. And she was more than willing to do so.

The door slid open and Geist walked inside, giving an unimpressed look around her room. "Overseer Trask, you wished to speak to me?" He felt very calm and confident, although there was some confusion lurking beneath.

"Yes, on the orders of the Commander," she answered neutrally. "There have been some issues with your conduct with your soldiers."

"Ah, complaints," he nodded, relaxing further. "I'm certain I can straighten that out. I am aware my own personal commanding style is different compared to yours or the Commander's, but it has certainly led to acceptable results."

"Which is certainly why Sacramento is still in the hands of the aliens," she answered dryly. "But no. While I do not personally approve of your command style, that is subjective to a degree. This is much more serious."

He frowned. "If not that, then what?"

"Engineer Kun," she explained. "Did you telepathically influence or manipulate her?"

He blinked several times, surprise washing over him. "I have telepathically influenced multiple soldiers, both in ADVENT and XCOM. I assisted in sustaining-"

He suddenly trailed off as a bolt of light pain shot from him. Geist was a powerful telepath, but he didn't know how to defend against lower-brain telepathy, where she had gotten much better over the past few days. "Please don't avoid the question," Patricia said quietly, knowing her brief draw on psionics was giving her eyes a purple tinge. "Both of us know what I'm talking about."

"How would you even acquire the information needed to make that accusation?" He asked.

"Because the Commander watches combat footage," Patricia answered. "And likes to focus on more prominent or troublesome individuals. You were not exactly subtle, and questioning of Engineer Kun has confirmed this. Be very careful about what you say next."

One eyebrow was raised. "And what exactly would you do to me?"

"That depends," she answered, turning away from him briefly in thought. "This kind of manipulation is very serious and reflects exceptionally poorly on a psion's ability to respect the minds of allies, and indicates a lack of psionic maturity. I have been tolerant of you, Geist, even if you have a tendency to read people's minds without their consent. But that is going to stop now."

She turned back to him. "The Commander has authorized me to execute you if I feel you are a danger. The only reason he didn't was because there is a disturbingly high chance that you didn't realize what you did was actually wrong."

For one of the first times, Geist actually seemed to be nervous. His eyes darted towards her, and he took a brief step back as she moved towards him. "In retrospect, such an action was probably unwise. However, Engineer Kun was becoming more focused on me and less on the mission. I simply redirected her focus where it mattered."

Patricia just stared at him, took a few seconds, and waited. Geist didn't seem to realize something was wrong at first, then his eyes widened as it dawned on him that he couldn't breathe. "That, Von Theil, is unacceptable," Patricia stated as an expression of panic settled across his face. "That is not a justification. The only circumstances where manipulating the mind of an ally is allowed is to help them, not to hide from criticism, and certainly not because you could."

Geist fell to one knee, one hand on his throat. "You made…ah, your point," he gasped. "What are…doing?"

"Your lungs have stopped working," she answered, deliberately pausing. "Temporarily. You seem to be under the impression you are indispensable just because you are powerful," She knelt down by him. "So let me be very clear. The next time I hear something like this happening, or witness it myself, I will kill you and not think twice about it. People like us have been gifted something extraordinary, and I will not let it be abused like this."

She relaxed her mental control of his lungs and allowed them to function again, and he gasped as he sucked in air. "You are the type of person who makes the Manchurian Restraints a necessity," she said grimly. "You lack any kind of restraint or sensitivity. Psions like you will give the rest of us a bad name. This is a rare chance in Human history where we have an opportunity to make those who would normally fear us, instead trust us. Actions like yours do not accomplish that goal."

Patricia narrowed her eyes at the man who was still gathering himself, before shakily standing. "Do you understand? I don't care if you think I'm wrong, or if you disagree; this is going to be the standard you are held to. No more mind reading. No more altering the minds of our soldiers. Otherwise you die."

"You have made your point," Geist breathed slowly. "This…will not happen again."

"Good." She waved at him. "Dismissed. And if you actually want to make some amends, apologize to Nuan."

"I…will consider that," he said, before turning to leave.

Patricia wasn't exactly keen on receiving the planned Manchurian Restraints, but if it meant that people like Geist were kept under control, then that was an acceptable tradeoff.

---

ADVENT HQ – Switzerland

12/4/2016 – 11:55 A.M.

Truth be told, Saudia was not entirely sure what to expect when meeting Aegis. XCOM had provided quite a bit of information on him, but Saudia was personally sort of skeptical on how accurate it really could be. She had no doubt that XCOM had made it to the best of their ability, but the truth was that being able to even begin to figure out the mindset of a telepathic alien that was thousands of years old was not something she figured was quite as easy as XCOM might think.

Furthermore, hearing his actual reasons, namely that there was something else out there that had been powerful enough to wipe out an entire empire of Ethereals was not reassuring. That to her seemed like a much more likely goal. Aegis didn't like the way the Imperator was handling this event, and was taking matters into his own hands.

She was not working on the assumption that he actually cared about Humans, but saw them as a means to an end. Granted, it was sort of reciprocated. Aegis on their side was also a means to an end, but what made her question his commitment was that it didn't seem likely that he wanted to actually destroy the Collective.

This was primarily against the Imperator. He had Humans, the Imperator had the Collective. From one perspective it could be viewed as a light proxy war, and she disliked the concept. She didn't know how much influence he had with XCOM, but she was not going to let the Ethereal dictate how ADVENT ran this war. They'd been doing well enough without his help so far.

In fact, everyone was making the calculated assumption that the Collective was not going to make any major moves for some time. This was a loss for them; they needed time to recover, reevaluate, and from the sounds of it, they were going to have to deal with several of the other species demanding answers.

That would tie them up for some time, hopefully.

They weren't completely lowering their guard, if the Collective attacked once more they would be ready to mobilize, but now they had an opportunity to focus on other matters. The expansion of ADVENT was a priority, and Saudia wanted to fully bring Europe into the fold sooner than later; the UK would be the start, and in the meantime she'd make an aggressive diplomatic push for some of the nations on the tipping point.

It would also be wise to strengthen relations with China. While she was sure they would eventually join, as an ally, they deserved some additional consideration. A few joint ADVENT-China projects would not be unwelcome, and they had rather surprisingly said they would be interested in working on further refining of the Tiāngōng Intelligence, as well as allowing ADVENT to research it on their own.

She suspected that XCOM had something to do with their willingness to openly share such an important development, but that was something she should reward. Joint ADVENT-Chinese military exercises were also in the works between Laura, Weekes, and the Chinese Generals. Overall she saw a much brighter future for China and ADVENT ahead.

South America and Africa would be problems solved in the future. They were ultimately not important in the grand scheme of things, even if her homeland happened to reside in the latter. Although, perhaps it couldn't hurt to at least gauge what effect the SAS was having on the region. So far they'd largely kept to themselves.

But on the front of technological and military progress, there was much to be done. XCOM was reinvesting heavily in the Manchurian Restraints, Elerium was now figured out, and nanotechnology was on the rise. ADVENT needed to be able to utilize and counter these dangers. And also think ahead for the future.

The war would, inevitably, move to space. They needed a fleet.

The question was where to build one that would both be easy to defend, and able to be hidden from prying eyes. The solution to that was somewhat…unorthodox, but she had been insured it was possible. It would require a massive initial cost, the development of newer safe technology, and the exploration of one of the last unknown parts of the planet, but it could be done.

She'd given her approval, and the near-unlimited amount of resources had been approved by Congress. The project was already proceeding at full speed.

If it worked well, the Collective would never see it coming.

The recent events had made her also realize that ADVENT, if it was going to last, was going to need to have some kind of future-proofing to avoid potential issues in the event that they were victorious. While the alien problem was one that was easy to leave behind as a non-issue, the fact was that at the end of this, there were still going to be aliens. There were probably even more they'd never encountered.

So they would have to figure out a means of peacefully interacting with them. The alien defectors were thankfully something they could handle, and served as a warning to them to actually figure out some way to…deal with them. What the questioned boiled down to was if aliens should be allowed to fully integrate into ADVENT as actual citizens.

ADVENT was and always would be a body that put Human interests first. That did not necessarily mean that aliens needed to be excluded if they shared those same goals. It was not unreasonable to assume that some aliens would find ADVENT more appealing than their own species, and if that was the case, what logical basis was there to deny them aside from xenophobia.

It was a good way to unite a population; by giving them an enemy to hate, they would generally fall in line, especially given that the threat was enslavement or extinction. It worked well in the short term, but assuming they won, it would ultimately lead to more problems. Knowing what she knew about the aliens thanks to XCOM, Saudia did not necessarily believe that the majority of aliens were unreasonable, nor necessarily impossible to coexist with.

The Ethereals should never be allowed to hold any sort of power again; that was exceptionally clear. Everything that had happened was their fault, and it showed the dangers of an organization dominated by psions. Few could oppose them else it would lead to them dying or being mind controlled. The Ethereals had their chance, and they had failed. A more responsible species needed to take their place.

The Sectoid Hive Commanders were also a species she held in little regard. They were like the Ethereals to a lesser extent, dominated by psions and had full control over every aspect of their species. Abhorrent, dangerous, and the least understandable of all the aliens. Saudia saw no reason to allow them to continue to exist. In many areas, the Hive Commanders were no better than the Ethereals.

The Vitakara and Andromedons were different. The former was essentially tricked by the Ethereals, and Saudia suspected the latter only allied out of convenience rather than actual loyalty. But from what she'd gathered on the Aui'Vitakar, the entire race was not especially violent and more inclined towards a peaceful cooperation. She wondered how the Ethereals had convinced them to send their armies to invade Earth.

The Andromedons seemed to be held together by a tenuous peace at best. If given the opportunity, Saudia did not think it impossible to convince several of the Unions that they were a suitable alternative to the Ethereals. From the information she had, exploiting previous tensions within the Unions themselves was certainly possible, and the entire species was a powder keg that just needed an appropriate spark to ignite it.

Both the Sectoids and Ethereals might serve as that spark.

The point was that ADVENT needed to decide how it was going to treat aliens in the future. Saudia had no intention of ADVENT being isolationist. They would serve the interests of Humans first and foremost, but there was a certain fact that was becoming clearer and clearer with each passing day. The Commander had no doubt seen it, and even her military advisors knew the same thing, even if they were reluctant to voice it.

They would not win this war without alien help.

If not for Aegis, XCOM would be significantly behind. They would not know any of this. If XCOM didn't have a double agent working for them, they wouldn't be able to sabotage the Collective from the inside. It was an ugly truth, but the fact was that there was no chance they could take on the Collective – and win – without having alien allies. One Ethereal was a massive boost to their legitimacy, and with how many aliens were already defecting…more would probably join them.

And that was a resource that Saudia did not want to throw away, not only because it would boost their own numbers, but also because it was an opportunity to send a very clear message to the Collective in how they treated aliens. Humans were treated by the Collective as expendable test subjects and chattel; aliens were treated well by them, and were actually given opportunities if they wished it.

It would make more good propaganda, at any rate. It might get some of the aliens thinking.

"He's here, Chancellor," Ethan informed her through her intercom. "He's…big."

"I'll be waiting," she answered, and settled in for what was likely to be an interesting conversation. A few minutes later the Ethereal himself walked through the door to her office, having to duck under the door. Human architecture was definitely not suited for aliens that were a good three or so feet higher than the average.

"Aegis," Saudia greeted, standing and looking up at him. "Welcome, I'm glad we finally get to meet."

"The feeling is mutual, Chancellor," he answered, his voice deep and with a layered quality to it. She'd heard psions speak like that, but only when using their abilities. It seemed Ethereals did it naturally. She'd been warned that being around Aegis would affect her mind, make her feel more confident, secure, and safe than she might normally be.

From how she felt now, that seemed to be true. She wanted to experience it at least once and then take that and determine if she'd want protection next time. Oddly enough she didn't feel too different, but she also noted that she should at least be feeling somewhat uneasy being so close to an Ethereal.

"Well, take a seat," she said, moving her own chair to the middle of the room where the oversized one Aegis would use was set up. The Ethereal complied, and the resulting image did look somewhat ridiculous, but Saudia ignored that and decided to get right into it. "I admit, I didn't think this would actually happen."

"An understandable assumption," Aegis said through his helmet; she wondered why he seemed to wear it everywhere he went. "This is…unusual. My kind have been united for millennia. I am the first to…rebel…if you wish to ascribe a word to it."

"No matter how you describe it, you have certainly made an impact," Saudia nodded. "You've told the Commander your reasons. He has shared them with me. The Synthesized; the ones who wiped out your Empire. Your goal is to fight them, correct?"

"A long-term goal, correct," Aegis confirmed. "There is no higher one right now. What matters is improving, uniting, and preparing. The Ethereal Collective was supposed to be that solution, but the Imperator has abandoned this goal. It is little more than a loose collection of species who rarely interact on a meaningful level."

"Right," Saudia crossed her legs. "Your goal is understandable. But I do wonder where you now fit into this plan. Or for that matter, how you see us in this plan. Are we a means to an end for you to eventually assume control of the Collective and then reform it?"

"By the end of this," Aegis said heavily. "I suspect the Ethereal Collective will not exist, at least not in the form we know today. Something new needs to be created, a truly united collection of species, and with your species presumably the victors, you will assume this role. The time of the Ethereals is…past. It would take thousands of years to rebuild our numbers, even with thousands of Ethereal cloning chambers. A new species must arise to take its place. Humanity can fulfill that role, and I will ensure that the same mistakes are not made."

That was…surprisingly reasonable. "You don't wish for a position of authority?"

"I have no need of recognition by your people," the Ethereal shook his head. "I am content in XCOM. I will endure long after you are dead and gone. Titles and authority should go to ones who will not retain it indefinitely. And I suspect you would not want an alien influencing your government." A pause. "At least not an Ethereal."

"I will say I'm glad to hear it," Saudia said. "We have enough aliens trying to take control of my species. But that does bring up the fact that Ethereals will die before this war ends. You convinced the Commander to spare Caelior, but it will not be the same for all of them."

"I am aware," Aegis exhaled, resting his two lower arms on his lap. "Caelior did not deserve to die. He was young and manipulated since birth. There are Ethereals that deserve to live besides him. Not all should be punished for serving the Imperator; every Ethereal killed is one that cannot be replaced in the upcoming war. That needs to be taken into account."

"But that should not be your decision," Saudia noted firmly, resting her hands on her lap. "Some Ethereals are too dangerous to be left alive. Isomnum; the Imperator; the Overmind. They pose too great a threat to ever allow to live, and of course, ADVENT will not let the one who ordered the invasion of our world to live."

"Yet there are ways of keeping them…reduced," Aegis pointed out. "The Manchurian Restraints are proof of this."

"No." Saudia stated flatly. "There is no redemption for some. ADVENT will make an example out of anyone who dares to attack us without provocation. Should we win, the Imperator will be executed. I would ask you resign yourself to that fact."

"I suppose it is too much for you to overlook," Aegis sighed. "Yet even now, I do not believe he is malicious. Just…on the wrong path. I do not know what led him to take these actions, but he must be stopped now."

"I'm glad we agree there," Saudia took a moment to let him think. "Now, there was something I specifically wanted to discuss with you. I have been appraised of a number of alien defections. Vitakara and Andromedons primarily."

"That is good news," Aegis congratulated.

"They all had one thing in common," she said pointedly. "You."

"I am not surprised," Aegis agreed. "My kind were…exalted in the Collective. We are figures larger than life to many of them. My appearance has no doubt shaken their loyalty to the apathetic Imperator. The Battlemaster can only retain so much influence."

"And as a result, we have something of an issue," Saudia continued. "ADVENT was designed with the goal of Human defense and enhancement. Yet it is apparent that having a plan for dealing with alien prisoners is also a necessity…as well as working with defectors."

"ADVENT would certainly benefit from a structured plan for such aliens," the Ethereal said. "And if you are bringing this up, I suspect you have something already in mind."

"We will face a crossroads in the future," Saudia explained. "I suspect some of the defectors will wish to fully join ADVENT. That is not something we are prepared for, nor will it be popular. However, I believe it is the best course of action. Having aliens remain either POWs or second-class citizens benefits no one and breeds xenophobia. Considering we are working together, I think it should be avoided."

"As do I," Aegis said wearily. "It did not ultimately work for the Empire, and it will not work for your species. It is an admirable goal; one which I am impressed you have the foresight to plan for."

Saudia stood and walked over to her desk. "In the past few days I've begun the preliminary development of a department for this specific purpose. As an alien who is familiar with Collective species, your input would be welcome." She handed the tablet to the Ethereal.

He read it for a few moments. "The Alien Emissarial and General Integration Service." He looked up, voice almost amused. "AEGIS."

"Considering their common motivation is you, I felt it was appropriate," Saudia said, smiling. "That, Aegis, will handle our alien captives, both defectors and POWs, as well as diplomacy with other alien governments. The ultimate goal is to successfully integrate interested aliens into ADVENT, successfully extract information from POWs and eventually convince them of the error of their ways, and to facilitate communication between ADVENT and…interested alien parties."

She nodded towards him. "There are a certain percentage of aliens who wish to fight directly for you. We are evaluating and marking ones we feel you would get more…use out of. If you wish, we can send them to you and you could form your own little militia. They would feel better fighting for an Ethereal than a Human, and the soldiers are not ready to fight alongside aliens yet."

"The Commander may not enjoy so many aliens taking residence in the Praesidium," Aegis said, lowering the tablet. "But I am certain we could come to some kind of agreement. We both agree that having willing combatants turned away is a waste."

"Yes," Saudia nodded. "While you do primarily work with XCOM, I would ask that you assist us in at least the development of this service, and it might do some good to visit our alien defectors. Make them know you are aware of their existence. It would make things easier for us."

"That can be arranged," Aegis confirmed. "I believe we will work together well, Chancellor."

"Glad to hear it," she answered. "I think that with you helping us, our chances have improved significantly."

---

Officer of the Commander, the Praesidium – Classified Location

12/10/2016 – 6:12 P.M.

There was still no public response from the Collective, nor military activity of any kind.

The Commander certainly wasn't complaining about the lack of response from the Collective, and that indicated to him that the lull would probably continue for some time yet. He imagined that the Collective would want to make sure everything was in order before making their next move. In the meantime they hadn't been idle.

Vahlen, Shen, and everyone else was busy working on projects. ADVENT was working on expansion and other projects of their own. Aegis was making something of a media tour, and getting quite a bit of interest from across the world. The newer aliens in XCOM were integrating fairly well, and overall, the future was looking fairly stable.

His intercom beeped. "Yes?"

"Commander?" Jackson answered. "We've got a…well, situation."

That lull now just might be ending. Wonderful, but it had to be sometime. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, since Jackson sounded more puzzled than concerned. "Describe it."

"Message from ADVENT," Jackson answered. "There is a UFO that just landed in Montana. Sectoids. They apparently are being detained and want to talk to Aegis."

The Commander sat bolt upright. Now that was a development he wasn't expecting. In fact, he was extremely skeptical. "Is there a Hive Commander? Are you sure this isn't a trap?"

"Sending images," Jackson said, and they popped up on the Commander's screen. "They've got Priests on site, so they aren't under psionic control. It isn't a Hive Commander either, but twelve Sectoids, four of them Vanguards. I guess they're smarter than we thought."

The Commander looked through the images. The Vanguards were unarmed, and ADVENT Forces were indeed on site. It looked to be a Fighter-class UFO, big enough that that number of Sectoids could easily fit in it. Well then. "They want to talk to Aegis? Did they say anything else?"

"One of them mentioned Hive Commander 088," Jackson said. "I checked it with our own records. No mention. But considering we only have information on a few Hive Commanders, I'm not surprised. Guess Aegis is even making waves in the GHC. Should I say we're sending a team?"

"Do it," the Commander said, moving to open another channel. "I'll instruct Patricia to put together a team to extract them. Send our thanks."

"Will do. Jackson out."

The Commander opened a channel. "Patricia, I need you to put together a squad. VIP Extraction; apparently ADVENT has some Sectoids that want to talk to Aegis."

"You're serious?" She sounded incredulous and he couldn't blame her. "Wow. Alright, a team will be ready shortly. Patricia out."

The Commander soon received confirmation of the squad, which wasn't exactly the elite, but did include Creed and Carmelita in the event the Sectoids, for whatever reason, tried something. The rest were newer soldiers. This seriously felt too good to be true, it had to be a trap somehow. But at the same time…maybe it wasn't.

Maybe Aegis was having a much larger impact in the Collective than even they had assumed. The Sectoids wouldn't attempt this for no reason. Something major was happening in the Collective to force this kind of event. Hopefully they would have some answers.

A short time later he received the acknowledgement that Big Sky had departed. Good. Hopefully they'd be back in a few hours with some little grey friends. They had every other alien species, but Sectoids…those were going to be interesting to figure out. The non-Vanguards would probably not be very functional, but he realized that they really didn't know how independent Vanguards could be.

Clearly more than assumed, otherwise this Hive Commander would not have sent them. There was no chance that this was all done by independent Vanguards. No Hive Commander would allow that amount of autonomy.

His intercom beeped. Jackson. "Yes, Central?"

"Commander?" She answered. "Hey, is there something I should be aware of? Big Sky just requested authorization to depart on your orders. There some mission I'm not aware of? I cleared it, just so you know, but I should be kept in the loop."

He frowned. "What are you talking about? The one with the Sectoids. ADVENT contacted you, remember." He paused. "This was only about an hour ago. You can't have forgotten."

"Commander," Jackson said slowly. "I have no idea what you're taking about. We haven't got anything from ADVENT, much less anything with Sectoids."

The Commander felt ice spreading across his chest as he clicked on his computer, looking for the images Jackson had sent. Nothing. There wasn't even anything she had sent; no indication that what he'd seen had even existed. "Jackson, recall Big Sky immediately. I think we're under a telepathic attack."

"Will do." He waited anxiously for Jackson to report back. "He's not responding," she finally said. "It's going through, but he isn't answering. I don't know what to do."

The Commander thought quickly; it had indeed turned out to be a trap. And one that some of his best soldiers were flying right towards. He didn't know if sending more after them was the best solution. This had to be the Overmind or Imperator, and there was a good chance that they weren't going to let any reinforcements interfere…with whatever they had planned.

Well, there was potentially one. "Jackson," he ordered urgently. "Get in contact with Aegis and send him to the coordinates of the Skyranger."

There was a brief pause at the other end. "I'm sorry Commander, I'm afraid I can't do that."

Fuck.

He could repeat himself, but it was apparent that this was not going to work. They were still under psionic attack, and for all he knew, he was already influenced as well. Only one way to find out. He had the capability to call Aegis, but it would take some time. He moved his hand to begin the process…

And…his hand wouldn't move.

"Not this time, Commander." He looked up to see a copy of himself leaning against the wall of his office. The only difference was that the eyes were pools of black, and the voice was not his. It was the first time he had heard the Imperator speak; a rich, deep baritone that commanded complete respect. The doppelganger smiled at him. "You've caused some difficulty for me. I believe this time I will return the favor."

"What are you doing?" He demanded, frustratingly able to move but not actually put his hand close to the computer. He didn't even feel the Imperator in his mind.

"I am going to make Patricia an offer," he stated, still smiling. "It is time she knew some things. Don't worry, I don't plan to force an extended visit. Depending on how things go, you will see her shortly. But you have so far managed to acquire two Ethereals who used to work with me. I only think it fair that I offer some of your soldiers the same opportunity."

"She won't join you," the Commander said, knowing what he was implying. "You'll have to force her. And even then she will resist."

"We shall see, Commander," the Imperator gave a wave. "I am quite looking forward to seeing which of us is right."

And he vanished, leaving the Commander alone and helpless.

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Rural Montana

12/10/2016 – 9:44 P.M.

Something seemed wrong about this. The UFO she saw ahead, but otherwise there was nothing. She sensed…something ahead, something powerful. Definitely a psion, but there were no ADVENT soldiers around, nor any Sectoids for that matter. She didn't see any physical evidence that there had been any in the first place.

No tire marks, gasoline smell, or any indication that this place had once been occupied.

"This is definitely a trap," Creed stated without any ambiguity. "The UFO is here…but literally nothing else."

"There's also a psion ahead," Patricia pointed, trying to extend her psionic reach and hitting the equivalent of a brick wall. "Gah, a powerful one too." She paused. "We don't know what we're dealing with. It might be a good idea to retreat until we know. We should ask the Commander."

She froze as she felt the barrel of a gun pointing into her back. "Please move forward, Psion Trask," Carmelita said, her voice more monotone than usual. She turned around to see that the entire squad was either pointing weapons at each other…or themselves. Creed had his pistol placed under his chin, looking directly at her.

Fear clawed over her as she realized what was going on. And who was likely to be inside that UFO. She swallowed, and walked forward, the entourage of mind-controlled soldiers following behind her. Yet she felt exactly nothing directed at her, and she hadn't even noticed that an attack was even happening.

That shouldn't have been possible.

They walked forward on the grasslands until they were directly in front of the UFO. The entrance shimmered and the protective field dissipated before them. Out stepped an Ethereal in a single flowing orange robe; arms hidden within and the face obscured, the only thing visible being two bright orange orbs.

Patricia Trask.

The voice appeared in her mind, scratchy and rasping as if it hadn't spoken in years.

"Overmind," she answered, feeling it was her only acceptable response. "Why are you here?"

I am here on the orders of the Imperator. I am here to give you a choice.

"A choice?" She looked around at her mind controlled soldiers; who had ended pointing their weapons at each other and were prepared to commit suicide if the command came. Some held grenades up, others had pistols to their heads. "I don't see one here."

There is no choice without stakes. A choice is not real without equally valid choices. There is no false choice here, Patricia Trask. You will decide who will live or die this day. You will chose who will go free or who will be sacrificed.

One hand extended from the robe and motioned to the soldiers. Your first choice: You surrender to me, and your soldiers will live. Your friends will live. Your lover will live. You will come with me before the Imperator where you will make your second choice, of which I am not aware of the details.

Another hand appeared, with a spindly finger pointing to her. Or you refuse. Everyone around you will die. But you will be free. Free to return to the Commander. Free to return to Aegis. The Imperator will not speak to you again, nor provide assistance. You will never face this choice again.

Patricia swallowed. Of course the Imperator would give a choice like this.

And of course, she absolutely believed him.

Ironic. She could actually be free of him, and all it would cost her were eight soldiers. She looked back to Carmelita and Creed.

One of which happened to be her friend. The other her lover. And five other well-trained and meaning soldiers. Innocents who didn't deserve to be caught up in the mess she had placed them into. All of this was her fault, if she hadn't listened to the Imperator, maybe this wouldn't be happening. Could she really justify killing even the ones she wasn't attached to just to be free of the Imperator?

Much less the ones she was?

Yet if she surrendered…she didn't know what would happen. The Imperator's plan for her…whatever that was…it would either fail or succeed. Either way, she got the feeling that if she surrendered to the Overmind, she would never be coming back.

"And what if I just stay here, doing nothing?" She asked.

Your body will fail eventually. You will sleep. I will not.

Concise and to the point. And all this time she imagined that they were using their telepathy to keep help far, far away. And while the Overmind hadn't mentioned killing soldiers to make a point, she knew that was also likely.

Have you made your choice?

Her shoulders slumped. It was a choice. But one where she knew she was condemning herself. She looked at Creed. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "But I won't let you die for my mistakes. None of you."

In the end, this was her fault. Her responsibility. She deserved to face whatever the consequences were, even if this was likely what the Imperator wanted. She looked to the Overmind. "I surrender to you."

The Ethereal gestured and all the soldiers crumpled to the ground. They are unconscious. They will be recovered by your brethren. Follow me. He turned and entered the UFO. Patricia slowly and robotically followed, everything seeming surreal as she stepped inside the shining UFO.

Sleep now, Patricia Trask, The Overmind communicated as he stepped up to the piloting controls. And do not fear. You will not be harmed.

She didn't fear pain. She feared something worse.

But before she could think about what that could be, she drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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END OF ACT II

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A/N: And half a million words later I finally wrap up Act II. Sorry about the cliffhanger, really, but you'll see her again in five or so chapters where it'll be explained what happens with her. Hope you understand.

Nah, I'd hate anyone who does that. Next chapter will pick up right after this with a (probably) long-awaited meeting between Patricia and the Imperator. It will be an illuminating one, I think. The good news is that it's actually all written and is going through the editing process now. It's short (For me), so I am hoping it will be ready to post within the week. No guarentees though, fair warning.

As for some of what Act III is going to entail, it's going to not be quite as action-packed as the previous two. This is a lull in the conflict where all sides are going to reform, improve, and expand. There will be more focus on what Volk is doing, the SAS, and internal Collective affairs. That isn't to say there won't be any action, but it won't really be the battles I've done so far. And after a 4-chapter long battle, I think it's good to have a somewhat slower pace. This is one of the acts that will have the most major ramifications so far, so keep that in mind.

Aside from that, I did also want to mention that this series does have a TvTropes page, which is unfortunately extremely out of date. Any additions that could be made to it would be greatly appreciated. The last thing to mention is that as I'm graduating college very soon, I'll probably be going through some kind of transitional period over the later months. This may or may not affect writing speed/posting, but it is something to keep in mind.

Thank you for all the reviews, messages, and feedback. I will do my best to keep improving at a quality all of you expect.

- Xabiar