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.

41. Cracked Foundations

Cracked Foundations

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Unknown

1/12/2017 - ?

There were a number of things that he could be doing now, but instead he was taking a break and spending some time with their new Sovereign ally. Although that wasn't quite accurate. After their previous talk, everyone had said he'd only been occupied for a few minutes when the Commander's own perception of time had been much longer.

Time didn't work the same when talking to T'Leth, so some time could be dedicated to getting to know him. Or at least as well as one could get to know the personality of a being older than their entire species several times over. Vahlen was with him too as well, which she had jokingly referred to as a 'date', and he didn't know if it was funny or sad that this was the closest they would probably get to having a date until the end of the war.

As it turned out, T'Leth seemed fairly open to it, at least according to the Chronicler. He suspected that idle conversation was not something the Sovereign One enjoyed.

It did appear that T'Leth was interested in showing them something specific as the moment they touched the Sovereign Orb, both of them found themselves in a place that definitely was not Earth, nor the abyss the Commander had found himself inside the first time. It was as if they were within a valley with metal walls on either side, and above it showed the vastness of space tinged with purple mist.

The area within the metal valley was filled with what he could most easily describe as checkpoints and guard towers, rising up in regular intervals with a curious aesthetic of angles, tempered by a more organic softness. Red, black and white were the dominant colors; banners flew on the artificially created winds displaying symbols or words of unknown meaning.

There was a precision and direct layout to everything, the streets and buildings were impeccably clean. In the distance he could see larger black pyramids rising up over the more mundane rectangles and squares that made up the buildings around them. Another thing he noted was that the top of the walls were lined with multiple gunnery stations, and there were unfamiliar weapons mounted to the tops of the buildings there.

"A space station," he wondered aloud. "Amazing."

"It's larger," Vahlen pointed straight upwards and he saw that just through the faint purple mist, which must have been some kind of nebula, were what were likely arms of the station, which were much, much bigger than whatever they were on now. "The scale of this…"

"The High Fortress of the Just," the rumbling voice of T'Leth interjected. "The seat of power for the Adherents. Also the location of the Imperial Sanctum, as the Ethereals called it. It is a simple fundamental rule of this galaxy, the dominant powers control this station. It has been called many things, it has housed millions of species, it has been razed to its foundations each cycle, and is rebuilt in the vision of those who come next."

The Commander raised an eyebrow at the manifestation of T'Leth, who stood in silver armor, easily over eight feet tall, and most definitely not a Human, nor any other species he could recognize. The anatomy was almost spindly, even with the armor, and the hands were three digits which more closely resembled pincers or claws than fingers.

The face though solidified the insectoid comparisons. Though it didn't have an armored helmet, the black carapace fulfilled the same function, even as it exposed the fairly large black eyes and disconcerting mandibles that made up its mouth.

"This is destroyed now, I assume?" He asked.

T'Leth made a clicking sound. "Long destroyed. One of the final cycles before my arrival to Earth. I've found myself thinking more on this particular species and benefactor of late."

"Why?" Vahlen asked, sitting down on one of the steps.

"To understand that requires the story," T'Leth answered. "One I can relay if you wish."

The Commander sat down next to Vahlen. "We have time."

T'Leth gave a single nod. "There was a Sovereign of this galaxy known only to the rest as the Traveler or Wanderer, depending on who was speaking. She was highly secretive; never explicitly intervening in the ways other Sovereigns did, but instead acting as a source of information for many. A broker of power and knowledge. A service many Sovereigns utilized, even though they were aware of the potential danger. But none truly knew about her plans and motivations."

"Did you also use her services?" The Commander asked.

T'Leth cocked his head. "Yes, several times. Her own price was miniscule, and allowed me to get a better grasp on her own personality. She wanted to know about the worlds I visited, the locations of primitive species. Vaults and ruins of previous civilizations. I suspect she was an explorer, perhaps more comparable to a treasure hunter, historian, or archeologist in your terms. In return she provided information on certain…enemies I had."

The Commander gave a small smile. "To be more specific?"

"Information I exploited to destroy the proxy species of other Sovereigns," T'Leth answered bluntly. "I was under the impression she quite liked her interactions with me, as she was as sick of this petty conflict as I had grown to be. But in all this time, she had never acted on her own, and for a long time no one suspected she would do anything different."

"But she was biding her time," Vahlen guessed. "A plan millennia in the making."

"Yes," T'Leth confirmed. "When the Replicator fleet attacked and forced the Sovereigns into hiding once more, there is a long period of quiet in the galaxy. But instead of quiet, the moment the Replicator fleet returned beyond the edge of the galaxy, a new species struck from the uncharted regions. The Adherents as they called themselves, under the unsheltered command of their master."

"The Traveler."

"The Just; as they called her, an approximate translation," T'Leth clarified. "She was fond of titles. The Adherents were a species that revered war and conflict, at minimum developed and refined over multiple cycles. All hidden. All without attracting the attention of other Sovereigns. They claimed this station and began spreading across the galaxy rapidly, exploiting their high birthrates and using reproductive technology to grow their species from billions to trillions within years."

T'Leth motioned them to rise and began walking down one of the pathways. "So how does a warlike species live if there is nothing to fight?" The Commander asked.

T'Leth rumbled. "There was plenty to fight, Commander. The first planets the Adherents attacked were the hundreds of planets that housed developing or primitive life. They were slaughtered with ease, and some were the planned proxies of Sovereigns. Those eventually fell too, and the Traveler had paralyzed the cycle and become the undisputed power of the galaxy."

The alien avatar pointed to the pyramid. "As for what they did when there was no conflict, it is simple. They fought themselves. Daily battles of strength and prowess took place in those pyramids, there were constant cullings of those they deemed inferior both physically and genetically. The Traveler never allowed a civil war, and indeed, the cullings had been engrained in their culture to an extent where those killed simply accepted their fate."

"She sounds violent for a Sovereign," Vahlen noted, looking at the walls which the Commander saw held simple pictograms and images, all of which portrayed fighting or combat in some way.

"The Adherents were a means to an end," T'Leth sounded as though he would shrug if it was possible. "A species to wage nothing but war was necessary. It served the purpose of the initial conquering of the galaxy, and I assume she thought it would be enough to fight back the Replicator invasion. The black fleets they had been taught to expect since the beginning."

"But it wasn't," the Commander guessed. "She lost."

T'Leth seemed to consider for a moment. "I remain undecided on that. I made contact with the Adherents when I realized what her plan was. I agreed to fight the Replicators as there was no Sovereign threat. I suppose that fact that she permitted this was an indication she liked me enough. A rare alliance, but one we both knew was temporary. When the initial invasion took place, it was rebuffed easily for a time. Then the numbers became overwhelming, the tactics more refined, the power stronger. But that is not what caused the downfall of the Traveler and her Adherents."

Vahlen pursed her lips. "Another Sovereign?"

"The Leviathan." The words came almost in a hiss. "He came out of nowhere and attacked this station. The Traveler was no warrior, yet she resided here. None stood a chance against this Sovereign, and I am surprised the station was not simply destroyed." A pause. "Perhaps it was, and it was rebuilt later. But it matters very little. I attempted to help, and managed to engage the Leviathan. A mistake that nearly cost me my life."

"Amazing," the Commander commented dryly. "Intervening to save another Sovereign. I thought you didn't do that."

"The Traveler was a useful check on the galaxy," T'Leth said. "A way to even the balance of power. And one of the few who was interested in ending this war instead of perpetuating it. Having her die, especially to the Leviathan, would serve no one aside from her killer. Aside from that, I considered it practice for the day we fought decisively. Although I severely miscalculated his skill and power. A mistake I will not repeat."

"And so he hunted her down," Vahlen said slowly. "Unfortunate. I think."

"Yes," T'Leth confirmed. "To a largely barren world, where he struck her down. I am unsure how he tracked her, but there was no mistaking the result. With their god gone, the Adherents fell apart and were massacred by the Replicators. A valiant effort, but it was simply not good enough."

"So why have you been thinking about it lately?" The Commander asked.

"As a lesson," T'Leth said. "Even as she used the Adherents, there are similarities to our own…alliance. They were treated as close to equals as one could get, and with the cunning of the Traveler and the strength of the Adherents, they came close to conquering the galaxy."

"I see some striking differences between us and them," Vahlen noted.

"The principle is the same," T'Leth said, looking over the barren city. "The Traveler made mistakes. She was too involved, the Adherents were too obsessed with war and conflict. It was a wasteful society, one which she overmanaged. Every single achievement she gave to them, none of it they earned. Most of them barely understood the technology they used because in the end, they were a tool. A means to an end."

"And a tool cannot act on its own," the Commander said.

"No," T'Leth agreed. "The loss of the Traveler and this station should not have doomed the Adherents. But because of the mistakes made, they were little more than children without a parent when she was attacked. The Traveler learned too late that there is a reason Sovereigns normally hide or distort their presence to their proxies."

"I assume then this is something you are applying to our own alliance?" The Commander asked as he looked back up to the expanse of stars and nebula in the sky.

"Yes." T'Leth notably was silent for a few moments. "This is an…opportunity. One I certainly did not expect, not from your species. But if this is done correctly, one day Humanity will control this galaxy and the Sovereigns and Replicators will be defeated and hunted. But this is far into the future, Commander. Long after your lifetimes. Long after the Ethereals and their puppetmaster have been destroyed."

"Well," the Commander nodded. "Let us hope the war continues in our favor. The help you've provided so far has certainly been useful."

"Pardon the interruption," a new voice said, as the Chronicler appeared out of nowhere. "Commander, Vahlen, you're needed."

"Why?" Vahlen asked.

"Fiona's returned," the Chronicler's face was neutral, but his voice was deliberately tight. "She's bought very disturbing news. And a friend." He glanced towards the manifestation of T'Leth. "We need to talk. The situation regarding the Bringer is much worse than we thought."

"Go." T'Leth dismissed the Commander and Vahlen. "Speak to Fiona. Chronicler, continue."

And within seconds the world around them disappeared and the Commander and Vahlen were back in the real world.

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Situation Room, the Praesidium – Classified Location

1/12/2017 – 9:09 A.M.

This was…one of the more unexpected developments the Commander could have expected.

When Aegis had off-handedly mentioned the Zudjari in several documents he'd written, it had been very explicitly stated that the Collective was not planning to use them anytime soon. He knew Vahlen and a few of the other scientists had inquired as to the species, but he personally did not consider them relevant.

And now one of them was standing in front of him.

Even with the astronaut-like helmet removed, the Zudjari easily towered over him. The armor itself was nothing like either Collective or Human-make, and the technology involved seemed to be a natural evolution of that used by the Outsiders. A confirmation of their Zudjari origins. While he couldn't read Zudjari body language that well, this one didn't appear to be hostile. In fact, he seemed somewhat overwhelmed.

Given the story of how he'd come at all, it wasn't much of a surprise.

But Aegis, he was focused on the other big piece of news Fiona and their new Zudjari friend had brought.

"Mortis is alive?"

"There was an Ethereal called Mortis," Axis repeated, a tone to the voice the Commander couldn't place. Possibly annoyance at having to repeat himself. "A user of a psionic discipline called Biopathy. Related to another Ethereal called Sana. That is all I know, I had very little choice in participating."

"And he has recovered…." Awe was in Aegis's voice. "This changes much. Mortis would never have approved of what the Imperator is doing. And if Sana and the Battlemaster have been exposed to the worst of the Creator's experiments-"

"None of them were pleased," Axis interrupted. "Especially Mortis. The Ethereal Battlemaster was more controlled, but he was definitely furious at whatever that place was."

"Perhaps we should focus on the fact that the Creator has been working on bringing over a Sovereign One apparently trapped in the Psionosphere," the Commander said dryly. "Ignoring how that shouldn't be possible, it might be worth asking why the Imperator is letting this happen."

"I'll give you that answer," Fiona shrugged, as she cleaned up her blade. "He thinks he can control it."

"Control a Sovereign One," the Commander said as neutrally as he could. "It can't be just that."

She snorted. "I never said it was a good reason. Aegis, anything to add?"

"I am of a similar mind," Aegis said slowly, looking down at the Zudjari. "The Imperator would not take such a risk unless he was sure the benefits were certain and greater than the cost. Yet control over a Sovereign One…even in this state…it seems far too risky, even for him."

"Except that we're forgetting one thing," Zhang suddenly noted, stone-faced. "The Sovereign One the Imperator is working with. Historically the Sovereign Ones have warred with each other, and this Bringer is trapped. If given the opportunity to fully control a direct threat…the Imperator could be working with the Sovereign to make this feasible."

"Dammit," Fiona cursed. "That makes a lot more sense. Still, the problem is that according to what T'Leth has said, the Bringer isn't an idiot. And from what I saw, the Creator has placed zero boundaries on what is happening. Incidentally, she definitely was behind Seoul. Apparently the Battlemaster was actually telling the truth."

"And you base this off what?" Creed narrowed his eyes. "The word of this other Human? A traitor?"

"Quiet, Creed," the Commander rubbed his forehead. "Given what we know now there is no use pretending the Collective was behind it. It didn't add up then, but it does if it was perpetrated by the Creator using the forces of a Sovereign One. That being said, the Imperator does share blame for allowing this to happen at all."

"So much for the Battlemaster promising to turn over whoever was responsible," Jackson reminded them. "I somehow doubt the Imperator is going to let him hand over the Creator. Not if she's involved with bringing a Sovereign under his control."

"He will be furious," Aegis said. "He would never approve something like this."

"That means absolutely nothing," the Commander shot Aegis a hard look. "The Imperator is in charge of the Collective, not the Battlemaster. What he would or would not approve of doesn't matter, he's still working to keep the Imperator in power and that isn't going to change no matter how much he dislikes it."

"Except he had no idea this was happening," Aegis said. "Nor did anyone else for that matter."

"And what do you expect him to do?" The Commander asked bluntly. "Shut it down?"

"He will make an attempt," Aegis noted. "Of that I can promise."

"There are two other Ethereals who can corroborate his story," Axis added. "While I do not fully understand the dynamics of this species, both of his companions seemed to wield some influence."

"Mortis more than Sana," Aegis said. "And yes. Mortis is, for better or worse, similar to your species emotionally. It will be very difficult to convince him that the Creator's experiments are justified."

"At the risk of derailing this conversation," Iosif coughed, speaking for the first time. "We should probably discuss the fact that there is a Sovereign power which was capable of fighting and matching three of the most powerful Ethereals, and someday they are going to be used against us more openly. And this force, I'll remind you, consists of non-psionic species wielding psionics with some level of mastery, along with whatever other things the Creator has designed which are also psionic. The potential Ethereal infighting, or lack thereof, is not something we can predict or control. This is more important."

"I concur," Zhang nodded. "Worst case scenario is that the Imperator begins using these…forces."

"You cannot fight them like a normal psionic foe," Axis interjected. "Telepaths especially will fail if they are unprepared. The Mosaic encountered this Bringer before, it seems. I know how to protect myself against what it does."

"Yes, you are in an interesting situation," the Commander noted. "I suppose we might as well discuss your future. We can't have hostile aliens running around, but this is not necessarily your fight."

The Zudjari was quiet for a few moments as his eyes briefly became unfocused. "The fight you wage is not my own, this is correct. But for now we have a common enemy. The last of the Zudjari are being held hostage by this Ethereal Collective, and Origin is a prisoner. And any alien who allies or tampers with an abomination like the Bringer is an enemy to be purged from this galaxy."

He looked back down at the Commander, and pointed one finger. "I will help and fight with you, on the condition that the Zudjari be freed. Origin may be lost, but my species should not be condemned or held hostage."

The Commander crossed his arms, thinking before answering. "From what Aegis said – and this comes from him, the reason they are currently being held is because when the Ethereals awoke them, they immediately attacked. While I'd like to help your species, I'm less inclined to do so if it means we'll be attacked as thanks."

"The Ethereals intended to use us as soldiers or pawns," Axis answered firmly, voice rumbling. "I am not surprised Assimilator Jeen fought, even if it was not in his favor. Some species are willing to become slaves in return for a single favor. We are not. Does your species intend to treat our kind as the Ethereals did?"

The Commander's mouth formed into a grim smile. "I can assure you that ADVENT, and Humanity as a whole, has no interest in conquering or assimilating aliens. As long as we aren't bothered, no one else will be either."

"Then you will have little to fear from us," Axis nodded. "I was second in authority only to Origin. The Zudjari will follow me, and we will try and find our place in this galaxy once more…" he trailed off. "I have much to think about and consider. The Mosaic cannot be formed in this galaxy, but if that were the case…why should we have been preserved?"

"You'll have to think about that," the Commander said before the Zudjari lost himself in self-reflection. "We'll have to formalize an agreement with ADVENT regarding the eventual treatment of the Zudjari; you'll need to be caught up on everything before that though. But for now, we'll protect you, and you help us in return. I expect ADVENT will agree to help your species."

"That will suffice for now, Commander," Axis nodded, looking around. "Then I will go to my room…or a cell, if you have one."

Vahlen sounded surprised. "You want a cell?"

"I do not wish company, or to be disturbed," Axis said flatly. "I can tell your species is an inquisitive one. I do not want to be prodded or questioned now on my people, history, or any inane question that will arise from such."

"We can arrange that," the Commander promised. "And…welcome to XCOM, I suppose."

"Perhaps we should consider a name change," Creed suggested dryly. "Soon we'll have more aliens than Humans here."

Jackson rolled her eyes. "I'll let you know when alien numbers actually come that close."

"That's enough for now," the Commander said. "Everyone dismissed; Zhang, Aegis, Creed, Iosif, we'll need to go discuss a more feasible plan with Fiona here at some point. If you're willing to be debriefed?"

"Whatever you need," she sheathed her sword. "I definitely need to prepare for a rematch."

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Atlanta, Georgia – United States of America

11/13/2017 – 8:19 P.M.

As it turned out, it was difficult to come up with a workable plan for penetrating the ADVENT Recruitment Center, and from there getting to the machine which would awaken his psionic abilities. The most obvious thing was it would have to be done at night, since the process would take at minimum a few hours.

The Overmind had, surprisingly, been rather…present as he planned this out. Not so much giving advice as making him aware of certain crucial details that he had no hope of figuring out on his own. Such as the fact that it would take close to eight hours for the machine to work. But aside from that, the Overmind hadn't really helped him.

Well, he'd occasionally make a comment or ask a question which made Ivan pause and reevaluate something. Other times he would be a phantom figure in the background; disconcerting at first, but he'd grown more used to it.

The first thing he'd done was get an untraceable cash flow. He knew ADVENT would catch something if he went and withdrew several thousand dollars, even if it was over a period of weeks. So there was an easier solution. Convert money into other assets, jewelry, antiques, and so on, and sell those off to third parties for cash. Completely out of character for anyone who knew him, but it wasn't as though he was advertising this.

So that had gotten him a substantial amount to work with, and since ADVENT hadn't shown up with questions, he'd assumed it'd gone unnoticed, or at least flagged as not a high priority. He'd stayed off the Internet as well, and used public places and networks for any kind of searching which might raise red flags.

Thanks to his work, he was able to call in quite a few favors from former clients and friends. Several he had snoop around the Recruitment Center, or go in and pretend to be interested, while taking note of certain things. From there he was able to put together something of a layout of the place, as well as people of note.

It was through these people that he had also become aware of what passed for the black market in ADVENT, something he wasn't sure would be possible given the obsession with law and order. But it turned out that it did exist, although from how one of his former clients had described it, it was a lot smaller and secretive than anything before.

It had cost a small fortune just to buy one of the gauss pistols. He'd asked about a suit of armor when he'd considered infiltrating that way, and the man had laughed and said "I don't know what you're into, but you don't have nearly enough for a suit. ADVENT has those locked up tighter than gold and they cost a pretty penny because of it."

So that had been the end of that plan. It wasn't strictly necessary; he needed a weapon, and now he had one.

The harsh truth was that there weren't many scenarios that were both plausible and feasible to pull off. Ideally he wanted someone on the inside to help him, but that was out of the question. He was resigned to the fact that it was extremely likely that he wasn't getting out of this undetected. Assuming he could get the security shut off, someone would be looking for him eventually.

Possibly not a concern, assuming the Overmind followed through on his end.

There was the matter of getting into the building in the first place. Breaking in could lead to a host of problems, so unfortunately the best solution was to find an employee and coerce them into helping him. Not something he was especially pleased by, but it had to be done. Luckily he'd identified a suitable person who would assist him.

Danielle Cortez, an unassuming young Hispanic woman who worked as a technician in the Center. Lived alone, had a few friends, but not many, able to be overpowered if necessary, and thankfully not especially intelligent since he'd been able to enter her unlocked house and access her devices and calendars. He knew her plans and itinerary for the next couple weeks.

It was, admittedly, stalkerish. But he didn't intend to hurt her, and once he had what he wanted, she would be released and never see him again. A means to an end.

He was, though, going to be extremely vulnerable when he was in the machine, but the Overmind had promised that he would ensure there would be 'no disturbances'. He supposed he would just have to put some trust in the Overmind that he was going to wake up and not immediately be shot by ADVENT security.

"You have planned well enough." Ivan grimaced, though he wasn't startled any longer. "Working within limitations allows room for growth."

"And I might die," Ivan muttered, sitting down at his home table, seeing the figure of the woman he was going to be kidnapping later, though with glowing orange eyes.

But the face was completely impassive. "Then you had best ensure there are no mistakes."

"Trust me," Ivan grunted. "I'm aware. So, assuming everything goes to plan, what will happen next?"

"You will be extracted to safer territory," the Overmind said. "I will not share details in the event you fail and are interrogated by ADVENT."

Ivan just raised an eyebrow. "I appreciate the vote of confidence. Truly your kind look upon your allies with confidence and appreciation."

"And your kind utilize humor and sarcasm as a deflective coping mechanism at curiously high rates," was the deadpan reply. "Fascinating to see it so pronounced in a species."

"Really." Ivan got up and went to his fridge to get a drink. "Well, since I've got you talking, why aren't your kind a little more…" he waved a hand around. "Open? Nah," he scowled. "But literally every single one of you is serious and like a military officer in charge of a base where no fun is allowed. Even Aegis is like this."

"It is how our species is," the Overmind answered. "Emotions cloud judgement. Thus they were tempered. We feel our emotions, but they do not control us."

Huh, interesting. "You can control that?"

"Every aspect of an individual can be controlled and manipulated," the Overmind said slowly. "It is merely a combination of time, research, dedication, and technological progress to fully master the genome. We came close…very close. I have seen our species come from being a collection of independent clans and states, to the undisputed power of the galaxy, to our eventual fall and now our rise once more."

Ivan stopped pouring, processing what the alien was saying. He coughed. "Just…how old are you?"

The Overmind was quiet briefly. "Old, Human. Older than your entire species' recorded history. Old enough to watch an entire rise and fall over thousands of years. Old enough where I have seen everything the galaxy can offer. Age becomes less important to the immortal, and in truth I do not fully know how old I am now."

Ivan coughed again. "You're…immortal?"

"Yes, we are," the Overmind said. "Our species is. An evolutionary consequence of our low birthrates. We lived a thousand years when we were restricted to our planet. As we conquered our genome, periodic treatments ensured that we never degraded, and as a result, never died."

"Ah, I see." Ivan took a swig of his vodka. "You're not actually immortal, you just cheated actually dying. Clever. Don't suppose you could do that for other species?"

"Perhaps," was the answer. "None have tried before."

Hm, well, when he was off Earth, maybe he could try and see if some scientists could look into that. "Well, to tomorrow I guess," he said, lifting his glass to the emotionless figure. "A toast, a Human tradition. Good luck."

The figure showed no visible reaction, but a similar glass suddenly appeared in the hand, which mechanically raised to mirror his own. "Good enough," Ivan conceded.

Well, one way or another, his future would be decided soon. Hopefully it turned out in his favor.

---

Isolated Location - Argentina

11/13/2017 – 11:11 A.M.

This was an unfortunate interruption. Volk pursed his lips. "I suppose it was only a matter of time."

"XCOM experienced in psionic interference," Elena nodded. "Intervention inevitable. Revised plans must be established."

To put it lightly. When Asaru had said that they didn't have to worry about ADVENT for some time, as long as they weren't tipped off unnecessarily, he hadn't thought to wonder what to do when XCOM decided to investigate. The report from one of the Phantom Division who was keeping an eye on ADVENT Brazilian Command confirmed that XCOM Intelligence had sent an agent.

Abigail Gertrude.

Interestingly enough, this was a woman who actually had a history. A former US Marine combat medic. Exceptional student, extremely intelligent, by all accounts a woman with a bright career ahead of her. She hadn't seen any action, but despite that a few months into her services she'd been reassigned, and that was where the trail ended.

Seeing as how she'd shown up as an agent of XCOM, she must have been recruited by them. It was certainly an odd career change. Combat medic to soldier made sense, and XCOM would have obviously needed women like her. However, combat medic to soldier to intelligence agent? That was rare and unusual. She didn't, in Volk's unprofessional opinion, fit the mold.

That said, XCOM wouldn't send a novice and she'd apparently been putting together a similarly interesting team. A couple Peacekeepers who'd survived the attacks, multiple psions, a diplomat, several of whom did have actual backgrounds to pull from…which luckily gave him an idea of how she was going to tackle this, and confirmed to him that his misgivings about how the operation was proceeding in Argentina were accurate.

In the end, he wasn't a leader, a revolutionary, or aiming to start a rebellion. Lofty dreams, but he wasn't cut out for that kind of thing. He was an assassin, a killer, and it was better to focus on using those skills against ADVENT. Supposedly this Betos woman in Africa was also working with another Ethereal, and she seemed to want to be the revolutionary.

"We need to change our plans," he finally said, to himself as much as Joreal and Asaru. "If we hadn't been cautious, ADVENT would be invading Argentina soon and we'd have accomplished nothing. They're going to speak to the government, and they'll eventually learn about the ones who dealt with us. Scrub their minds, Asaru, we're changing our game plan."

Joreal seemed skeptical, but Asaru just widened a blue eye. "You do not want to fortify Argentina any longer?"

"There wouldn't be enough time, and it would ultimately fail, and be another state assimilated by ADVENT," Volk shook his head. "This serves as a base of operations. But that isn't what any of us are. We're assassins, not guerilla warriors. Our mission is to hurt ADVENT as badly as possible, and to do that we need to start just targeting people."

Asaru gave a bright smile. "I cannot say I'm disappointed by your change of heart. Macula will be pleased to hear it."

"Do you have a target in mind?" Joreal asked.

"Elena?" He nodded to her as she cleared her throat.

"Focus should be on highly placed military officials and heads of state," she said. "The public assassinations of high-profile figures will demoralize ADVENT personnel and citizens. More specialized targets will hurt their intellectual, scientific, and engineering capabilities. Sabotage or tampering of research facilities is also advisable."

Volk pulled out a small piece of paper. "I already have regional leaders for the Midwest of the United States. Crippling them in this area will likely improve the Collective's chances whenever they attack again. In the meantime, the first high-profile targets will be Supreme Leader Iseul Gwan, and South Korean President Chia Seo-jun."

"That would hurt even worse given recent events," Joreal complimented. "North Korea still views Gwan in a reverent light. His death would shatter morale there."

"I have the feeling you aren't finished," Asaru noted curiously.

"No," Volk said, smiling for the first time. "Before we do any of this, I want this investigatory team dealt with. We are going to send Abigail Gertrude back to XCOM in a body bag, along with everyone else she's recruited to her mission."

---

ADVENT Intelligence Outpost, Brasília - Brazil

1/14/2017 – 12:44 P.M.

"The meeting is set," Serena said, handing Abby the tablet. "I got the impression they weren't exactly happy about it, but mentioning that XCOM was also interested definitely got their attention."

"And everyone on the list will be there?" Abby asked, taking it.

The diplomat nodded. "Yes. If there was any collusion, we'll know about it. They also stated that only yourself and I will be able to meet them in person, as soon as they have verifiable evidence that neither of us is psionically sensitive."

"Well, we prepared for that," Abby said, shrugging. "I assume their people will be coming to take the samples?"

"Within a couple of days," Serena confirmed. "They confirm that, we're all good to go. Not that it'll stop our resident Inquisitor."

"He might not even need to be in the building," Silvio commented from his chair at the other end of the room. "The psions usually have a pretty good range."

"I'll let you figure that out," Serena said. "Just wanted to give you an update on that."

"Appreciated," Abby nodded. "Dismissed."

The woman saluted, leaving them alone again. Silvio appraised her inquisitively. "What do you think the chances are that the Phantom Division tries to interfere?"

"We should prepare like they will," she said, sinking into a nearby seat, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Which is why I think we should bring a team of disguised Lancers for our guard instead of standard soldiers. If we are attacked, or something happens, I want to have soldiers on standby who can actually fight back."

"I'll get some agent backup too," Silvio promised, making a short note on his own tablet. "Plainclothes civilians throughout the city. Hide our numbers further."

Abby pursed her lips. "This will be a big waste if nothing happens."

"Well, it's for a good cause," Silvio shrugged. "And we don't want anything to happen. But if it does, you'll be happy you've got Lancers and agents to help out instead of standard soldiers. Not to disparage our fine fighting men and women, but from what you've said, they aren't going to stand against the Phantom Division, or these terrorists for that matter."

"The terrorists may be the larger threat," Abby mused, rapping her fingers on the table. "They could also hide in any crowd. So far we haven't witnessed any kind of suicidal actions, but I wouldn't rule those out."

"It will be curious to see what they do," Silvio said thoughtfully. "Doing nothing may make us drop it if there is nothing, but if someone is guilty, we'll have another lead to follow. But doing something will definitely confirm that we're on the right track."

Abby was silent for a few moments, and decided to give voice to a concern she'd been having over the past few days. "I don't think that we'll find anything. Not now."

Silvio frowned. "Why?"

"Because we're dealing with Nebulan," Abby explained, reclining back in her seat. "An Ethereal that specifically likes memory tampering. If they learn what we're doing, there isn't anything stopping Nebulan from warping their minds. An attack would be out of character…at least in the middle of a city. She'd do an ambush, somewhere isolated."

"But this is assuming she learns about us," Silvio said. "She might not, or learn too late to do anything without it being obvious."

Abby snorted. "I guarantee there is at least one Phantom agent watching the government if they're involved. The moment they hear about the meeting, they'll know what we're doing. Nebulan isn't an idiot."

"So what you're saying is that Wepper should also probe their minds," Silvio said slowly. "Has he had any luck so far?"

"Partially," Abby flipped to the relevant document on her tablet and slid it to him. "The good news is that he found the identifying marker which usually indicates if a memory was tampered with or not."

"That's…good news?" Silvio looked up, waiting for the catch.

"The problem is that he was only able to reliably find it in victims with whom it had only happened recently," Abby supplied. "A few hours at most. These were volunteers. And it seems impossible to tell what the original memory would be. The best thing about it is that the tampering marker seems universal, so it would be easy to find…assuming you know the area to look."

"So it's like finding a needle in a haystack," Silvio muttered. "Even assuming he goes at full speed, could he go through their memories fast enough before they leave? All of them?"

"Unlikely," Abby admitted. "And there's still too much unknown. We don't know if this would change depending on the mastery of the tampering psion. We don't know if it can be done faster. For all we know, this is the worst possible way to do it. I guess it's better than nothing."

"This probably would be fairly recent when the meeting takes place," Silvio said, thinking as he rested his chin on a fist. "Within a week to ten days. At least it's a shorter window. Might not be enough though."

"We might have to rely on command conditioning," Abby finally said. "If we don't find anything, and they are working with Nebulan, psionic contingencies will either inform us what they're doing, or at worst make them wonder if we've compromised their government."

"Then you better get authorization for that from Falka," Silvio said. "We're only authorized to read their minds. Actually planting commands needs additional approval."

Abby sighed. "Is that necessary?"

"It is for us," Silvio shrugged. "With XCOM I don't know if that would change things, but I'd rather be safe than be arrested by the Oversight Division for 'Unauthorized psionic manipulation'. Since we're dealing with an Ethereal, I doubt you'll have problems getting it approved. But we've got rules for psions here, psions can't do whatever they want and we can't use psionics however we want."

"Fair enough," Abby conceded. "I'll get a request written up and sent to you. And the requests to Special Forces and Intelligence, for the Lancers and Agents."

"I'll get everything prepped on my end too," Silvio gave a bright smile. "I almost hope they try something. I'm curious how a group of enhanced spies will fare against the best special forces ADVENT has. And psions, of course."

"Like you said," Abby answered. "Let's hope we don't have to find out."

---

Stasis Chambers, the Praesidium – Classified Location

1/18/2017 – 11:00 A.M.

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that, Commander?"

The sheer disbelief in Saudia's tone was almost amusing to the Commander, but he couldn't really fault her reaction. "Aegis believes it can be done. Now that the Manchurian Restraints are completed, we have our insurance policy-"

"Let me get this straight," Saudia interrupted, lifting a hand. "You want to wake Caelior up from his very secure and protected stasis pod."

"That is the plan."

"And then use him against the Collective?"

"Preferably he'll be more willing to fight for us," the Commander said, thinking how best to phrase it. "Caelior was…misused back in the Empire. Aegis sharing some of the truth with him definitely took out a lot of the fight he had."

Saudia looked like she wanted to slap him. "You…do remember this is the Ethereal who single-handedly leveled Tokyo?"

"And we would be fools to not turn that kind of power against the Collective," the Commander answered. "With some proper education in tactics, and sufficient motivation, we have one of the most powerful Ethereals to exist on our side."

"And how do you know he isn't going to try and break free?"

"Because Caelior doesn't want to die," the Commander answered simply. "Because he will want to take revenge for the way the Collective used him. Because we've taken extensive measures to curtail any sort of action against us. We're doing this very carefully, Chancellor, and I asked to speak to you here to keep you up to speed on what we're doing. I'm not asking permission, but I think it's best if we're both on the same page here."

"I'm glad you at least did that," she muttered, leaning against the wall. "The media insanity around Aegis would be nothing compared to having Caelior showing up. So thank you so very much for not springing something like that on us."

"We live and learn," the Commander allowed a smile. "And in the interest of that…" he pulled out a printed piece of paper and handed it to her. "Also keeping you in the loop, we might be acquiring some additional allies."

"How?" She immediately grabbed the paper, and skimmed it. It wasn't fancy, and solely for the purpose of sharing information. The Commander didn't want any virtual copy of it on ADVENT computers. She blinked several times as she blazed through it, looking up at him again in disbelief. "The Andromedons?"

"Technically a Union," the Commander clarified. "Possibly more. But a very-"

"I know who Union Viarior are," Saudia interrupted. "I've also read all the reports you shared with us. And you're going to meet with V'Zarrah?"

"Yes."

"How?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "Is he coming here?"

"Can't share that," the Commander shook his head. "But it's taken care of. I'm telling you because if we reach an agreement-"

"It could affect the development of the fleet," she finished slowly, blankly looking at the walls as she processed the implications. "Resources, designs, training; the Andromedons only have the Sectoids as rivals in naval power. We could have a fully-trained and prepped fleet in a fraction of the time if this happens."

"Let's not celebrate just yet," the Commander cautioned. "But you should be aware of it. Share that document with whoever you think should be informed and destroy it."

"I've handled sensitive documents before," she noted, carefully placing it in a folder she'd brought along, retrieving it from where she'd set it down. "I don't think it will be necessary to share it with anyone outside Elizabeth, Laura, and Feng. They should be aware."

"Commander?" Both of them turned as Vahlen walked inside, giving Saudia a brief nod. "We're preparing to bring Caelior out of stasis, we're waiting on you."

"Showtime," the Commander said, following Vahlen as they exited the room.

"How certain are you that Caelior can be controlled, doctor?" Saudia asked.

"We've applied the strictest of Restraints," Vahlen said. "He will not be able to speak or act when he awakens, not until one of us manually sets his programming. Witnessing the process should give you more concrete reassurance that he will not pose a threat."

Saudia didn't seem fully convinced, but that wasn't something the Commander was concerned about. One way or another she'd come to terms with what they were doing. They stepped into the stasis chamber, which held Caelior's own pod which was suspended on the far wall, the bare metal dully reflecting the light from the ceiling.

Aegis and several technicians were already there, the latter of whom were closer to the pod itself, while Aegis stood near the door. "We will be sectioning off the room," Vahlen said, as she stepped closer to a computer console which seemed to control the pod. "Security precaution, nothing should go wrong."

"Comforting," Saudia muttered, as a transparent, but shimmering barrier appeared between the trio and Vahlen.

"There is little danger," Aegis promised. "If necessary, I can restrain him again."

"Beginning draining sequence," Vahlen said, and they heard a low hum begin as the green fluid within the pod began draining into chambers within the walls themselves. For a pod as large as the one which held Caelior, it was a good fifteen minutes before Vahlen announced, "Sequence complete, pod chambers opening."

Right on cue the pod opened up and Caelior almost fell out of it, though he was caught by the two technicians who were prepared for it, then maneuvered him to a specially designed chair proportionally designed for his large size. The Ethereal wasn't completely naked, but the Commander knew that Caelior was likely not thrilled at the prospect of being observed when he was so vulnerable.

"Caelior, welcome back to the world," Vahlen said, walking to stand in front of him, her voice sharp and professional as she spoke to the Ethereal, making it clear that he better listen. "I assume you enjoyed your rest. Now, do not panic. The reason you can't move or speak is because you have been subjected to the Manchurian Restraints, which have locked your body down and made you unable to react to any stimuli."

As she spoke, the technicians had still restrained Caelior. Better safe than sorry. "This will be changed shortly, but we understandably can't take chances. The good news is that you are no longer paralyzed, although it will take you some time to your body to fully readjust to walking and using your limbs again."

She motioned to the trio behind the barrier. "Once the programming is properly in place, Aegis and the Commander will be talking with you about what happens next. Chancellor Vyandar is here to ensure that we aren't making a mistake in keeping you alive. I hope you'll prove our decision was the correct one."

Vahlen pulled up the other chair in the room and sat down opposite Caelior, while glancing at the notes on her tablet. "Now, let's begin."

Ideally, in the future this would be done by Julian. But for now, they had to make do, and doing it manually was likely needed anyway since Saudia was here. "How long do you think it will take?" Saudia asked.

"Hopefully not too long," the Commander answered as Vahlen began applying the Manchurian commands. "But I don't think we should rush her."

---

Throne Room, the Temple Ship of the Imperator of the Ethereal Collective

1/12/2017 – 7:11 A.M.

The Imperator at least had an explanation. That was more than the Battlemaster had expected, but to say that it was justifiable was so far beyond the realm of possibility that he was surprised the Imperator had thought he would consider it even remotely acceptable. While the revelation of the theorized nature of the Sovereign Ones was something to consider, it in no way justified allowing this Bringer to have free reign over the Creator.

At least this finally explained why the Imperator hadn't pushed for more thorough integration of Sovereign technology. If he viewed everything as a potential threat they couldn't completely control, preventing it from being used in the first place was a good way to prevent a supposed ally from stabbing you in the back.

Perhaps, the Battlemaster mused to himself, he would be more accepting of the Imperator's concerns if he'd actually seen some evidence that this was actually what was taking place. Mosrimor, the lone Sovereign supposedly allied with them, had barely interfered at all, and as far as the Battlemaster could tell, didn't seem particularly involved to begin with. The Bringer seemed more involved than their apathetic Sovereign ally had been.

However, there was a bigger concern to be raised. "You deliberately withheld this from me," he said slowly. The twinkling from the backdrop of stars cast a silvery light on the Ethereals in the room, long and dark shadows rising behind them. "This entire time, you neglected to tell me the actual reason for invading Earth."

"I did," the Imperator confirmed; an honesty the Battlemaster appreciated for what it was. It wasn't as though there was much choice. "As well as others. This kind of information should not be common knowledge, and only shared if the need is dire."

The Battlemaster took a slow and deliberate breath. "Did you not think that maybe, the knowledge that there is a Sovereign One on Earth might be information that I would consider important!?" His voice was rising, but he didn't especially care. "You didn't just withhold information, you lied to me about why we were invading Earth! We are not prepared to fight a Sovereign One!"

"Deliberately," the Imperator answered, still calm. "Had we gone in with this objective in mind from the beginning, we might have forced its hand. Now we have the option to actually land on the planet and wage war without cause for alarm. Had we gone with the sole purpose of killing the Sovereign, we might have never stepped foot on Earth and would be facing a much more dangerous Humanity."

At the Battlemaster's silence, the Imperator continued. "I did not lie to you about Humanity. I do intend to assimilate them into the Collective, and they have thankfully helped establish a framework of government to work with once their leaders are removed, XCOM is purged, and the Sovereign is dead."

"I would like to point out the absolute brilliance of your plan," Mortis said, voice dripping with contempt. "In your oh-so-noble quest to kill every Sovereign in the galaxy, you specifically go out of your way to invade their planets and make them your enemies where otherwise they would have never known you existed. Or maybe, you could have considered well…peacefully contacting the Humans? You do realize there are other ways to get on a planet without invading it? But no." Mortis waved a hand. "Now you've made the enemy of something a lot more dangerous than you that completely didn't need to happen. Great job. Truly."

"You have certainly not changed," the Imperator said dryly. "Spare me the dramatics, Mortis, no one is interested in your contempt. Consider that if I had done as you said, I would have given this Sovereign the opportunity to infiltrate the Collective through Humanity. That is how they work. I would not have made an enemy, but I would have allowed what has been built to be corrupted."

"And how do we know your theory is accurate?" Sana finally asked. "By your own admission, you have only contacted one of these Sovereigns. The Bringer is another, and you suspect there is one on Earth. How do you know that each one is as manipulative and warmongering as you say? What proof do you have of this? The Humans were not under the influence of one."

"Because a pattern emerges when one looks at the ruins scattered in the galaxy," the Imperator answered. "It is heard through the words of their puppets, and themselves. Carefully constructed sentences and promises, while being vague on motives or details. If you want a specific piece of evidence, Mosrimor was the one who provided the location of Earth to me without saying why. He knew, or at least suspected there was a Sovereign, and he wanted us to confirm it."

"Did you consider that maybe we were unlucky enough to get the evil, manipulative Sovereign?" Mortis asked. "Patterns or not, you're basically doing what he wants anyway, so good job. Puppet."

The Battlemaster took another breath, and turned around as they debated. "I don't think you withheld this information because of tactics or strategy," he said slowly. "You withheld it because I might disagree with you."

"You are too focused on your view of the galaxy," the Imperator said. "You do not grasp the larger picture here. It is not a stretch to determine how the cycles of the galaxy play out. The Synthesized are a symptom of a larger war, not the endgame. You have made it your mission to kill the Synthesized, when your true targets should be their creators, and the ones who see species like ours as mere tools." His lower two hands were clasped together. "The Bringer gave me locations of ruins; this is a use he has provided. I have verified what he has shared myself. More importantly all one needs to do is look to the inner galaxy. There are species under the control of Sovereigns. They manipulate through deities, proxies, AIs, but this is not a realization I came to overnight, Battlemaster. It is the culmination of years of research, and evidence both circumstantial and actual."

"Tell me," the Battlemaster said. "Was the Empire under the control of a Sovereign One?"

"Unlikely," the Imperator conceded. "But we are an…exception, more than the rule."

A snort came from Mortis. "Convenient."

"Recall that we knew our species was the result of an artificial creators," the Imperator pointed out. "Our species wondered for generations, and found no answers. Yet it seems abundantly clear that we were the product of a Sovereign. I cannot explain why it did not take control, or where it has gone, but we now have the answer. Even if they were not under their control, only they have the skill to engineer a species such as ours."

"Regardless of the validity of this theory about the Sovereign Ones," the Battlemaster stated, turning back to the Imperator. "Deliberately seeking out the Bringer is unjustifiable, and goes against what you ultimately want."

"A means to an end," the Imperator said. "This is perhaps the only opportunity to acquire and control a being powerful enough to fight another Sovereign. And that will unfortunately be something which is needed. Once the last Sovereign is dead, the Bringer will be disposed of."

"And if you mess up, you unleash that thing on the galaxy," Mortis pointed out. "You have no idea what you are doing here. Assuming you're right, you've entered into a conflict that might have been going for millions of years. Do you really think you're going to be able to outsmart and outwit beings which are older than our entire species?"

"Sovereign Ones are fallible," the Imperator said. "Their arrogance and superiority can be exploited."

"How interesting," Mortis answered. "I was just going to say the same thing about you."

"You may wish to be a pawn for the Sovereigns," the Imperator said, an edge creeping into his voice. "But I will not willingly become one in this conflict, and I will attempt to break this cycle forever. Perhaps I will fail, but I will have made an attempt most are never even aware of."

"So don't," Sana suggested, stepping forward. "Reject Mosrimor. Reject the Bringer. Sever contact. Withdraw from Earth. The Empire was without a Sovereign, the same can be done here. An attempt can be made to break free of this theoretical conflict without resorting to...making agreements with monsters and invading blameless planets."

"Do you honestly believe we could accomplish what I intend with such a plan?" The Imperator growled at Sana, making her step back. "You are idealistic, not stupid. The galaxy has changed. The Sovereign Ones are at large, and this time they will not let the remnant of the Empire pose a threat. We have little choice but to similarly augment ourselves, even if it leads to unsavory places."

"I'm sure that reasoning never once backfired," Mortis said, starting to pace back and forth. "Yes, our actions are just as bad as the ones we're fighting against, but this time it's actually justified, and before you know it, you're helpfully uplifting and guiding species to use against the enemies because 'it's necessary and they do it', but this time it is justified because the ends justify the means." He looked at the Imperator. "Does that sound familiar? Isn't this exactly what you're doing with this little Collective?"

"No," the Imperator stated harshly. "We saved the Vitakara from extinction. We made agreements with the Sectoids and Andromedons. Do not compare me to the Sovereigns who create and manipulate for millennia."

"While not quite the same," Sana added. "Your denial rings hollow when Paradise is allowed to exist."

"Paradise will be controlled more tightly," the Imperator said. "I mistakenly-"

"No." The Battlemaster jabbed a finger at him. "Effective immediately I will be suspending any and all activity to Paradise and the Creator. The Gateway will be shut down and decommissioned. If you won't deal with her, I will cut off her supply of food, componenets, and prisoners."

"This is bigger than what any of us would prefer," the Imperator answered slowly. "What the Bringer is doing is distasteful. It is also our best chance to fight the Sovereign Ones. You may decommission the Gateway, but I will simply have another constructed. I apologize, but this is a necessary task."

"Is this the real reason Aegis defected?" Sana asked. "Because perhaps he was right to."

"No." The Imperator shook his head. "Aegis never learned of it, otherwise he would have informed others, I suspect. I suggest all of you take time to actually think about this. Consider what is best for our species and the Collective. Consider what is bestfor the galaxy. If the price of this understanding is a hatred of me, then so be it. I made mistakes in not sharing this with you and controlling the Bringer, but I will not apologize because they were justifiable and necessary."

He looked at the Battlemaster. "Consider very carefully what you do next. I will not have further disruption in the Collective, not when significant progress is being made now. I have authorized more Ethereals to conduct additional destabilizing operations on Earth. I want this planet conquered and the Sovereign dead. See to it that this is done."

"You forget I don't answer to you," Mortis reminded him. "And I'm very much not inclined to right now."

"I suggest you reconsider as well, Mortis'Ligna," the Imperator turned and began ascending the stairs. "If that is your feeling, then you may leave the Collective. But if you stay, you will follow any instructions I give. I will give you time to decide, but there will be no rebels here. Choose between your species or yourself, but it cannot be both."

It was as clear a dismissal as could be made, and the Battlemaster had all he wanted regardless. He spun around, and began marching towards the exit, Mortis and Sana close behind him.

---

Atlanta, Georgia – United States of America

1/14/2017 – 7:56 P.M.

Danielle Cortez had no plan for tonight. She was exhausted having not slept well previous nights, and was hoping that this would be the night where she could break that cycle. Go home, eat, change, shower, and sleep before work the next day. Seemed a good enough plan, where she wouldn't have to worry about recruitment numbers and Trask levels.

She pulled into her driveway, got out, and immediately made her way inside and walked directly to her fridge intending to get some water. She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, that was, until she turned and saw a figure sitting at her kitchen table.

With a gun.

She let out a brief shriek before the figure put a finger to where his mouth would be gesturing with the gun to be quiet. The figure was definitely male, and much bigger than her even sitting down. He wore completely black clothing, gloves, boots, pants, and jacket. The face was shrouded by a hood, but she could see that there was something covering his face.

"Hello, Miss Cortez." The man's voice had a trace of an accent, perhaps Russian, but she didn't know. It was easily comprehensible and polished. Not what she had expected. "Cooperate and you have nothing to fear. Please no sudden movements or sounds. Understand?"

She gave a small nod.

The man stood, towering over her, making her curse her shortness even more, although it honestly didn't matter at all with a gun in the picture. "You can speak," the man said. "But I think we can both agree that attracting attention would be especially bad for you."

She gave another mute nod, become more terrified of what the man wanted. How had he broken in at all? Was he going to rape her? Would it be better to just fight anyway? "You work for the ADVENT Recruitment Center," he said. "A technician. With the psionic systems."

What? "I…" she swallowed. "Yes."

"Glad you confirmed it," he nodded. "This is what you're going to do: We're going back to the Center, and you are going to hook me up to that machine. Do that, and you'll be released unharmed."

Danielle blinked. The Psionic Awakening Unit? How did he know about that, and did he know that it might not work? How would he react… "But…we have to run tests…not everyone can-"

"I'm aware," the man interrupted. "But I wouldn't concern yourself with that. I know I'm psionically sensitive."

A reject? It made sense, but he didn't seem to have thought this plan though. Not the least of which was that when she hooked him up, he would fall unconscious. More than enough time to get some help. Unless he shot her? No…he would need her, he wouldn't know how to work the machine. Maybe she could still get out of this.

Perhaps misdirect him. "There are security systems," she said. "At least one guard. I don't know where all of them are."

"You let me worry about that," he said, motioning for her to turn around with a flick of his gun. "As for the guard, we'll simply use the back entrance. Yes, I know there is one. Give me your cell phone."

She slowly reached into her purse and took it out, and slid it towards him, hands up in the air. "Thank you." She expected to hear the sound of it being smashed or destroyed, but instead heard nothing. "Let's go for a drive."

A few minutes later they were on the road, the man sitting in the back seat with the pistol likely aimed at the back of her head. She tried not to look in the rearview mirror too much, and just focused on the road. For better or worse she lived fairly close to the Recruiting Center. On the way she tried to think of the rejects from the PRIEST Division.

There were a fair number who simply weren't suited to have psionics – that had been emphasized during the training. Standards had to be met, and there were absolutely no exceptions whatsoever. Some people took it well, and found other work in ADVENT, but others didn't react so calmly.

She cursed her forgetfulness, although in truth it could have been someone weeks or months. "Male" and "Well-spoken" didn't really narrow down the possibilities, especially since he hadn't given any details, such as the Trask level, or even basic things like skin and hair color. The man had clearly planned this out, though she still didn't know how he would deal with being knocked out for hours.

She considered questioning him a bit more, but she didn't know if it was a good idea to press him. Would he actually shoot her if he needed her? Could he afford to do that? But at the same time, could she risk it?

Danielle did not want to die. Not like this.

So she said nothing and they drove in silence.

A short time later she pulled into the alley which led behind the building, and parked. "Get out," the man ordered, and she complied as he stepped out in unison with her, the pistol still aimed directly at her. She wished she knew more about guns, because she didn't even know if it was a real gun or a fake, or if the man knew how to use it at all.

Danielle unlocked the back door, and stepped inside, with the man following her. "Go directly there," he said behind her. "Don't delay, I know the layout of this building."

She couldn't risk that he actually did. She could only hope that the night guard would either be watching the cameras or patrolling where they were going. A hostage situation would not be the worst outcome because backup in the form of PRIESTs could be called, telepaths. Of course, he might know that and just kill her.

But she definitely did not want to give those kinds of powers to this man.

It seemed she had little choice in that, though.

She took the way to the Psionic Awakening room, a smaller rectangular area with little more than two opposing pods on the ends of the room, with the accompanying consoles to begin and monitor the process. There were a few chairs against the wall opposite the entrance for recruits to sit on. "Go to that corner," the man ordered.

She complied, and heard some rustling in the background. There was a camera in the room, he might have been taking care of that. The click meant he'd locked them inside. In theory, no one would be able to get in and they wouldn't accidentally stumble around it since there were no windows looking in. But the security guard would be able to unlock it.

There was something she was missing. This person had planned for everything up to going into the pod. Once he was in, she was free to do whatever she wanted. Was there another person who was following them? "Alright, let's get this started," the man said, inviting her to turn back around. "A word of warning, once I'm in there…don't try anything, since I know you're wondering that. It won't turn out well for you."

She bit her tongue, thinking that was an actual bluff. Since he'd locked them in, she was safe for the time being. Even without a phone, she could simply halt the process or keep him under indefinitely. "I'll need to attach some sensors and insert some IV tubes," she said, figuring that he would know the process of this, since he already knew a disturbing amount already. If he reacted badly…that might give her more options.

But he nodded, and stepped up into the vertical pod, even as the gun was still aimed at her. Danielle was surprised by how calmly she was doing this, her hands were barely shaking as she prepped him for the process. A few minutes later she was done, at least with that part. "You should keep your arms flat," she said. "You don't want the arm crushed when the pod closes."

"I'll worry about that when it's started," he said dryly, the gun still trained on her. "Go on then."

She complied, and began the process. "The pod will close in ten seconds," she told him as the hum of the machine filled the room. "Then it'll enter the automated awakening process. It will open automatically once the period is over."

The man nodded, and laid his arms flat against the pod as it began closing. "Your cooperation is appreciated." Those were his last words before the coffin-like pod closed and began working. She was still for a moment, thinking she needed time for the pod to knock him out before doing anything.

She yawned, realizing how exhausted she was. The process would take eight hours, that would be enough time for a short nap. It wasn't as though he was going anywhere, and she needed to be clearheaded in case there was anyone else watching her to make sure she didn't get help. Just a short nap was all she needed.

Sitting down on the floor, she fell into a deep sleep.

---

Canadian Wilderness – Canada

1/14/2017 – 7:00 P.M.

The subversion of Fort McMurray was proceeding very well. Neil was quite happy with how things had been going. With the Overseer under their control, within days they had established a means of information transfer and he had a significant amount of data to work with. More than enough to plan what to do next.

Killing the Sargon was the priority, and Neil had soon realized that there were plenty of ways to kill a Sargon that wouldn't necessarily implicate ADVENT. Psionics opened many additional possibilities, as they were finding out as Cycelea was slowly working to turn ranking members of the alien forces in the city into additional tools, and he suspected that within several weeks they'd have full control over Fort McMurray, all without the aliens ever realizing it.

He still had commanded the Overseer to continue patrols into their territory, where they either killed them, captured and psionically took control of them, or just wanted them to see the skinned and frozen bodies of their comrades. All to give the Sargon a legitimate reason to investigate himself.

Around the campfire Neil idly chewed on a piece of Borelian meat. Despite some reservations, it actually wasn't that bad. It was a little more chewy than most animal meat, and if it wasn't cooked enough it had a really bad aftertaste, but cooked just right it was very filling. Waste not, want not and all that.

With his other hand he drew crude shapes in the snow, a way of visualizing possible ways to kill the Sargon.

"I still can't believe you eat that stuff," Cycelea commented walking in from the woods, Snowtrooper armor still on. It was close enough to the fire that Neil had taken his helmet off, and Cycelea followed his example, shaking free her hair. "Ah, that feels good."

"Mission successful then?" He asked.

"Yep," she nodded. "I'm getting pretty good at it. To the point where I'm worried I might overlook something important. But I don't think I've made any mistakes. Yet."

"You seem to know what you're doing, I'm not concerned," Neil said, reaching close to the fire and taking a plate of meat to her. "Figured you'd be hungry. Don't worry, 100% from Earth."

She looked suspiciously at it, but took the plate and sat down. The wind chill felt nice close to the fire, even as it howled in the distance, picking up and blasting snow around them. Not likely a storm, but he didn't want the fire going out anytime soon. "Everyone on watch?" Cycelea asked.

"Or sleeping," Neil confirmed. "Everyone's got something to get done."

"Including you?" She raised an eyebrow as she ate.

"Oh, yes," he gave a thin smile. "Namely deciding how our upcoming Sargon is going to die. Input is needed, obviously."

"Hit me then," she crossed her legs, waiting for him to continue. "I've got ideas of my own."

"Alright," Neil picked up the stick and began tracing in the snow. "We've got our traditional way. Have the Overseer lead him out to show the area itself. We ambush and kill him, and since we have control over a lot of aliens, it turns into a chaotic mess. Not good for anonymity, but it would do the job."

"Doesn't seem subtle enough for you," Cycelea mused.

"I think there is a better idea here," Neil said. "The Sargon will arrive in a vehicle most likely. While he's touring with the Overseer, we have some controlled aliens plant a bomb, or sabotage it some other way. Have it detonate when he's nowhere near here. Suspicious, but it could be a freak accident, and even if they suspect otherwise, it wouldn't be near us."

"Until they look at where he was last," she pointed out. "Might draw more attention."

He scowled. "Good point."

"However…" Cycelea leaned back slightly. "If you could make it so that it detonates at a different time, like from when he leaves his home base…that would be far more difficult to track. Assuming the bomb isn't discovered in the meantime."

"The problem is we'd need to know when he's using it again," Neil said. "And we don't have any aliens under our control there."

"Yet."

"Yet," Neil corrected. "But we're not…" He smiled. "Ah, I like where you're going."

"The Sargon will likely come with a guard," Cycelea said. "Elites, but also regular Mutons and possibly Vitakara. Nothing stopping us, or specifically, me from planting some new orders in their minds. Orders that could involve anything as complex as detonating a bomb at a certain point, or even simply attempting to kill the Sargon that way."

Neil scratched his chin. "Three Inquisitors could subvert a group fast. Especially with all the practice you've have been getting."

"Exactly," she smiled. "And in the unfortunate event that it works and our alien spy is discovered, it will appear to be an act of a traitor, and not connected to us."

That was an especially devious plan, and one he quite liked. "Well then, Inquisitor," he said with a returned smile. "I think I know how we're going to kill our Sargon."

---

The Prism – Classified Location

1/12/2017 – 10:09 A.M.

The Battlemaster suspected that Mortis would have been more impressed if they hadn't just come from speaking to the Imperator. Sana had returned to her own Blacksite, where he suspected that she was just waiting to inform Mortis of everything that had been going on. But Mortis wanted to talk to him first.

"Impressive station," Mortis said as he looked into the main simulation room. "I suppose there are some perks of this Collective."

"Some," the Battlemaster said, placing his sword back within the mounted hold. "Though the usefulness of such is out of reach at this moment."

"I suppose you would feel that way right now," Mortis said. "I'm surprised the Imperator kept something like that from you. It seems like crucial information."

"Because it is," The Battlemaster growled.

"I suppose the question is what happens next," Mortis mused. "I will need to become acquainted on the situation of these Humans, and right now would prefer not to wander aimlessly. The Imperator is of the type who would likely follow through on such a threat."

"I will inform the others about what has happened on Paradise," the Battlemaster said. "As well as what the Imperator believes about the Sovereign Ones. Our kind must know the truth of what is happening. The Imperator will not halt that."

"Are you sure?" Mortis asked.

"He cannot," the Battlemaster shook his head. "If he bars me or others, then that will raise questions. Too many questions, especially now that you're here. Perhaps he will preempt what I say, but the truth will come one way or another."

"I think we both agree that the Imperator is taking the wrong path, yes?" Mortis said, turning back to him. "I dislike it, but he does have a point about the Sovereign Ones. We should not be bound to them, and forge our own path."

"But not like this."

"Exactly," Mortis nodded. "Paradise needs to be destroyed completely. Though I am at somewhat of a loss as to how to accomplish that. I suspect there are enough Ethereals who are loyal to the Imperator no matter what, and the only other option is this species on Earth."

Yes. Earth. ADVENT and XCOM would be especially keen to destroy something like Paradise. Given what Yang had shared, they likely already knew. "The options are limited. The Imperator will dislike any action taken against Paradise, and possibly remove me from command if drastic action is taken."

"How important is that to you?" Mortis wondered.

"I am a Battlemaster," he paused. "Perhaps he could not force me out, but it would be a disconnect I would feel since he would isolate me as a result. There must be a better way. I have put too much into this Collective to damage it because of the actions of the Imperator."

"From the sounds of it, you are the only Ethereal to put anything into it," Mortis pointed out. "I suspect the aliens in it have a much higher opinion of you than the Imperator. What is he going to do if you do something he doesn't like? Execute you?"

"Unlikely," the Battlemaster admitted.

"So do something then," Mortis suggested. "Carefully, mind you. Something subtle. Which reminds me…Sana mentioned you have an intelligence chief?"

"Who answers to Quisilia," the Battlemaster corrected. "Who appears to back the current path of the Imperator."

"Unfortunate," Mortis walked to a large chair and sat down. "This is a time where I wish that we had a rival. Someone to use against the Imperator. I observed this in other species. One dominant power is almost never good for anyone, especially when they are mentally challenged."

"The closest schism was when Aegis defected," the Battlemaster released a sigh. "But within the Collective there is nothing. The Imperator is without equal. Nor do I necessarily think that should change, even if he makes mistakes, I am unsure what would happen to our species should he die. We do not have more Imperators…and those will be needed against the Synthesized."

Mortis appraised him for a moment. "Not exactly a vote of confidence for the Imperator. I agree, the Imperator will be needed. However, I do not necessarily think he is fit to lead the Collective."

The Battlemaster stared dubiously. "Whatever you're thinking of that could possibly work, it won't."

"I have experience dealing with people of subpar intelligence in authority," Mortis stood. "But I need to talk to Sana to get a clear picture of this situation first. In the meantime…" he waved a hand. "Go check up on that Human that was with you, or go conquer that planet. And let the others know about Paradise if you want."

"I'll start working on that," he said dryly, knowing that Mortis did have a point. He should check on Yang, to make sure she was recovering. It was fortunate she had survived the ordeal at all, which spoke to her skill, but he had the feeling it was also luck. Either way, he was glad she had not died.

---

Unknown Location

1/14/2017 – 5:16 P.M.

Yang groggily awoke, and the fact that she could see again was immediately a reason for relief. That she could also move her limbs after a few seconds of experimentation proved it. She was half-tempted to think that the entire ordeal had been some fever dream after taking a large dose of alien drugs. The only problem with that was that she never took drugs, and unlike any dream, she actually remembered what had happened.

She closed her eyes again.

"Good. You are awake."

She was somewhat surprised, and unexpectedly pleased that the Battlemaster was taking some time to check up on her. Well, perhaps she shouldn't be, and winced at that thought. "Second time in as many days," she muttered. "Thought I would do a little better than this."

The Battlemaster was in his armor, though it was cleaned up and like new, though he lacked his sword and instead was sitting on a nearby bench that lined the grey metal wall. Looking around, Yang had no idea where she was, only that she was laying on a pretty comfortable bed while a console at the foot of her bed showed her vital signs. The room was dimly lit, but very clean from what she could tell.

"You lived." Was all he said. "Most would have died in your position."

She gave a shrug, which was more difficult to do laying down. "Don't make me feel better. Trust me, if I hadn't had help I would have died," she flashed him a smile. "But thanks for trying to make me feel better."

The emotionless helmet looked at her, and she realized that he didn't really know what to say to that. Right. The Battlemaster wasn't exactly a humorist, which she supposed meant that he'd actually meant what he'd said. He was not one for empty compliments. It was a statement of fact for him. Well, at least she wasn't a complete disappointment.

"I apologize for putting you in this situation," he finally said. "That was a scenario you were unprepared for, and I failed to consider the Creator was more…fortified…than I believed. I have no intention of killing you because of my negligence."

"Please," Yang weakly waved a hand. "I guarantee that no one could have predicted whatever the hell the Creator was doing there. And anyway, how am I supposed to be a worthwhile partner if I don't fight with you in places like that?"

"Because you are not prepared for it," he answered. "But you handled yourself well, and will emerge stronger for it. But I prefer to not force improvement this way."

"Well, I definitely know what I need to do to get better," she said. "Once I'm stronger, I'll be training more." There was some silence. "So," she turned onto her side to face him better. "Is the Creator still alive?"

"Yes." The word was curt and bitter.

"Really?" She was actually surprised. "What happened?"

"The Imperator arrived and ended the conflict," he answered heavily. "Then proceeded to reveal that he'd known about that place the entire time. He has decided against taking further action against the Creator, from anyone, myself included."

"What?!" Yang could not believe that he'd actually said that. "What!"

"The Imperator has demonstrated questionable judgement here," the Battlemaster said. Calmly, but there was a low anger underneath it. "But destructive action is not going to be tolerated."

"Why!" She didn't care that she was yelling, the fact that Paradise was still in operation was almost making her sick. "What is he thinking!"

"He considers it a means to an end," the Battlemaster said. "He told me, and I will tell you now."

"Really?" Yang asked bitterly. "Or would the Imperator disapprove of that too?"

"He would," the Battlemaster nodded once. "But I do not care. You were there, and deserve to know the truth. You should make yourself comfortable," he paused. "This will be a long story."

---

Officer of the State, Abuja - Nigeria

1/12/2017 – 8:11 A.M.

It was time to put the games to an end and shape the SAS into something which could feasibly stand against ADVENT. Betos had initially been hopeful that the men she'd asked to help form it would help develop it into something strong and united, but instead they appeared to have simply seen it as a power grab to further enrich and benefit themselves.

And that simply would not do, especially given recent events.

The attack on Seoul had been a major shock to her, and she had wondered why the aliens would do such a thing, especially given the guarantees of Macula. However, a closer look at it had made it appear that it wasn't as clear cut as ADVENT wanted to make it seem. For one, she knew that the Ethereals would gain nothing from such an action, especially if they were courting Human allies like her, and second, she couldn't completely dismiss the idea that this was a false flag attack ADVENT carried out themselves.

Given what she knew about them, it would not surprise her. She didn't know for sure, but the way ADVENT had taken advantage of the tragedy by first razing an alien-controlled city to the ground without repercussions, and then demanding that she be turned over to them made her wonder. She knew that civilians were just numbers to ADVENT. The destruction of alien installations, and the capture of their most famous defector could be easily justified in their minds.

But she ultimately did not know for sure.

Were ADVENT capable of such an action? Yes.

Would they do it? She didn't know, and Macula didn't have evidence for it. The problem was she could pose that same question to the Collective and achieve the same result.

Was the Collective capable of such an action? Yes.

Would they do it? There were almost no upsides that she could see, which was why she was inclined to believe Macula when he said they were not behind it. It wasn't that they were incapable of the action, it was that they would be idiots to actually follow through.

She had been summoned by the Joint Presidents, as they were calling themselves, after the message ADVENT had sent to them. And thus she was on her way to meet them, and subsequently introduce them to Macula and his forces. Mox and Kellani were behind her, the latter of whom was disguised to hide his Oyariah features.

Kellani was extremely large, however, and it did attract some odd looks, but none of the soldiers were brave enough to stop them, especially with Betos in front. She was in her armor, helmet under an arm as she marched into the building which had been converted into the State Building for SAS Executive matters.

They had to stop for weapons checks, although Betos had made sure that they were clean before even coming. Much as she wanted to have a rifle at her side in there, the security measures wouldn't have allowed it and she had no desire for confrontation yet. It might come later, but she knew with Macula around that there would be no threat.

Inside the Joint Presidents were seated in a semi-circle, in a fairly ornate room with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, several bookshelves lining the walls, and colorful rugs lining the floors. The men opposite her were all in suits with the exception of Kone, of course, who still had a pistol and knife openly displayed.

"Marshal Betos," Ndulue greeted with a nod. "Thank you for coming so quickly."

"Your bodyguards may remain outside," Kone added, suspiciously looking at Kellani. "This does not concern them."

Neither Mox or Kellani budged, and Betos simply set her helmet on the table in front of her. "I decide if my soldiers are privy to what I am or am not involved in, not you. You have nothing to fear from them, we were checked before arriving."

"And we rank above you, Marshal," Ezeudo said, leaning forward. "This is a private matter between us. If you wish to inform them later-"

"I thought I made myself clear," Betos interrupted firmly, raising a hand. "They will stay. If you wish to debate this, I will leave as I have actual responsibilities to attend to."

"Very well, Marshal," Kone's lip curled up in contempt. "ADVENT has sent a formal request to turn you over to them, or they will annex our countries. We have a month to comply."

"I am aware," Betos confirmed. "And how seriously are you considering complying?"

To their credit none of the men denied they were. "This is a…complex situation," Ndulue began slowly. "We are agreed that without you we would not enjoy the status and alliance we have now, and complying with anything ADVENT demands is distasteful."

"At the same time," President Atem said with equal cautiousness. "We do not stand a chance against their armies, even with the weapons and armor you have provided. If it were the Western countries of the old world, I would not give these demands a thought. But ADVENT has shown their willingness to carry out these acts of conquest and genocide. This is a power incised by the alien attacks on their citizens, they demand retribution for those who oppose them. And we – specifically, you, Marshal Betos are the face of the Human resistance."

"It is a matter of survival," Kone spoke, the beady eyes behind his spectacles boring into her. "We refuse and risk what we have achieved being destroyed. Comply and ADVENT may leave us alone. We are divided on a course of action, and decided to consult with you to see if there is an alternate option we have not yet considered." His tone indicated that he saw no other option.

Here it went. "Understand this," Betos was careful to enunciate everything clearly. "Even if you do turn me over, ADVENT will eventually attack. Their mission is to control every part of the world and if it is not in the immediate future, it will come eventually. There will be some reason, some application of pressure they will use, to bring the SAS into the fold. Complying now will only make their job easier in the future."

"Perhaps," Kone said neutrally. "But you do not know for sure."

"I can promise that you will have a better chance with me in command than if it were otherwise," Betos said. "ADVENT is only concerned about the SAS because I am here, not because of you."

Ezeudo chuckled. "Bold words from a woman. Then turning you over to them should ensure they ignore us for some time."

"And you will eventually pay the price in the future," Betos answered evenly. "Having worked with your military, they would be destroyed in any encounter with ADVENT without actual leadership and strategy. Which right now has poor representation."

"Insults do not change minds," Kone said. "You are speaking the words of a woman who is trying and failing to fight her fate."

"There is another option," Betos finally said. "We make an alliance with the Ethereal Collective."

There was dead silence as the four men stared in shock, clearly not expecting her to say that. "First," Ndulue said slowly. "We have no means of contacting them, or if they'd be willing. Second, that would ensure that we're attacked by ADVENT."

"The SAS will come under attack by ADVENT one day," Betos answered. "The only way to effectively fight back is to be similarly equipped. As for the aliens being willing…" She motioned to Kellani who removed the helmet, revealing the stone-skinned Oyariah.

"You've been speaking with them!" Ezeudo yelled, immediately rising furiously. "What are you thinking?"

"We have no desire to enter this war between the Collective and ADVENT," Atem noted slowly, appraising the Oyariah suspiciously. "This was a mistake, Betos. How long have you been speaking with them?"

"Long enough," she said. "I did not want to bring them up unless it was necessary, and so I could see what you had planned for the SAS. As well as to negotiate with them."

"You were not appointed our diplomat," Kone growled. "You stepped far outside your authority. I have no desire to ally with these aliens, nor be involved in this war. But you Betos, you have forfeited any chance you had at walking away from this free. I suspect ADVENT will be very curious to learn what you know about the aliens. Perhaps that will grant us some more favor with them."

"I am afraid Kone is right," Ndulue said. "This changes everything, Marshal. We cannot be dragged into this conflict and what you've done will only ensure ADVENT attacks us, especially once they learn about what you've done. For the good of the SAS, you must be turned over."

"I would…reconsider that," Betos looked to the far wall to see Macula standing there. Appearing out of thin air, which meant he'd been affecting them with his time perception telepathy. The orange glow of his eyes seemed ominous as he looked at the Presidents.

"How did you enter, alien?!" Kone hissed, his pistol in his hand and aimed at the Ethereal. "Answer now."

"I walked in," was the answer, as the Ethereal raised his upper left hand, and snapped. Instantly he held Kone's weapon in his hand, with Kone looking down in shock at his empty hand. It was both amazing and terrifying to see Macula demonstrate his powers. "Unfortunate that I hear you discussing your intentions to turn Lady Betos over to ADVENT, despite taking the steps necessary to ensure your independence. Disappointing."

"An Ethereal…" Ndulue breathed. "How…"

"Lady Betos has expressed her disappointment in your government," Macula said as he tossed the weapon away, and began pacing across the room. "A bunch of old men obsessed with power and control. Using your armies to settle old scores and punish your enemies. Petty. Intolerant. Disrespectful to the vision Betos proposed to you. She handed you the keys to eventual control over Africa, and yet you have thrown them away."

Directly in front of them, he turned to face the men directly. "But unlike you who are stuck in the past and your prejudices, I see the vision she wishes not just for Africa, but Humanity itself. You had your chance to bring it fruition, and you squandered it. You do not deserve the power you hold."

"You would not kill us…" Ndulue swallowed. "You cannot."

An obsidian blade appeared in the hand of Macula. "Is that right, Human? Would you stake your life on it?"

"We are the presidents of nations," Kone stammered. "Our deaths would cause riots in the streets. Chaos in government! Think before something is done which you will regret!"

"You overestimate your worth," Macula said softly, taking a step forward to them. "The ones you look down on will not mourn you. And each of you is merely a Human. One who can be replaced by ones with vision." He turned around. "But I am a mere representative here to ensure the success of Lady Betos. Thus, I will leave your fate to her."

"Think carefully, Marshal," Ndulue implored her. "You wouldn't be here if not for us. Executing us because this alien encourages it will only make you their puppet."

"She only allied herself with you out of necessity," Macula said, suddenly appearing behind the men. "You no longer have a use. She can do better."

"These men would have turned you over to ADVENT," Kellani said. "They are untrustworthy and do not deserve mercy."

"But do they deserve to die?" Mox asked. "Betos…"

"They have lost their place in the SAS," she said slowly. "But we will not execute them. Not here. They will be removed from power and held in cells. If there has been misconduct and crime, then it will be brought to us and they will be tried. But we will not execute them for the sake of it."

The blade vanished from Macula's hand. "As you wish, Lady Betos." With a wave of his hand the eyes of the men rolled up into their heads, and they fell down or slumped onto the table, unconscious. "It is time to assert your control over your citizens, Marshal. Bring in your people and begin."

---

ADVENT HQ – Switzerland

1/27/2017 – 1:09 P.M.

Saudia had not expected anything major to happen today, and in fact was enjoying a day of approving projects, reviewing the dozens of reports that were being sent to her, and otherwise giving statements when appropriate. She did understand why there were many prominent officials who usually just had someone write every statement for them, and never touched it themselves. It was a time consuming process and exercise in saying a lot of the same things over and over. But she'd never really approved of that practice; and she certainly didn't trust anyone to speak for her, especially on matters of state.

Hassan was in front of her desk, and the hologram of Elizabeth was also close beside him as she reviewed the known details from what appeared to be a mass murder attack in China. "Were there recordings?" She asked, glancing up at them.

"The Chinese have not released them," Hassan explained. "Likely. But they probably want to try and contain this themselves before releasing more details."

"It doesn't add up," Saudia muttered. "A well-respected and highly ranked official walks in one day and begins killing his staff? That doesn't sound normal. Any history of mental illness in his family, Elizabeth?"

"From what records we've been able to acquire, no," Elizabeth answered. "Which is odd, I'd agree. Nor does he seem the type susceptible to blackmail. Finances check out, married with kids, clean criminal record, healthy, and has multiple accolades from the Communist Party. This isn't the guy to just snap."

Saudia pursed her lips. "I suspect you're thinking what I am?"

"Alien meddling?" Elizabeth shrugged. "Possible, but we won't know for sure until the Chinese release more details. If it is, it's certainly cheeky. Have an untraceable attack which hurts Chinese leadership, perpetrator dies, and since the Chinese don't have Manchurian Conditioning, they have no defense."

"If it is aliens," Hassan wondered. "I wonder what their goal was. It seems this may have been a testing ground for something."

"I'd like to put in the request with the Chinese regarding that," Elizabeth pointed to the report in her hand. "Page 6, evidence number 14. I don't suppose you know what that thing is?"

Saudia turned to the appropriate page, and shook her head. She had noted that it stood out from the evidence, and in fact was the only photograph the Chinese had included. It appeared to be a black pyramid, small enough to fit in the palm of a hand, and found in the briefcase of the man who'd carried it with him before his attack. "No. But it might not be anything. A pyramid isn't exactly a unique ornament."

"I don't know," Elizabeth crossed her arms, tone skeptical. "I'm not sure why the Chinese would include the picture if it was just an ornament. And even if it was, why was he carrying it with him?"

"I'll pass along the request in my personal message to President Qin," Saudia said, setting the report on her desk. "And get the media ready within the hour. We'll do the standard response. 'ADVENT gives their sympathies for the attacks in China today and stands by to offer support,' and so on. You know the drill."

"I-" the phone suddenly rang, and Saudia pressed speakerphone, knowing that the secretary wouldn't call through unless it was important.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Foreign Minister Xuan is on the line," she answered. "I would have passed it to Hassan, but I know he's with you. Do you want to take it or should I-"

"Put it through," Saudia interrupted, looking to the confused faces of Elizabeth and Hassan. "Foreign Minister Xuan."

"It must be more serious if they're contacting us," Hassan noted. "Normally that would wait until the official statement. It's only been hours."

At a click, Saudia returned her attention to the phone. "Chancellor Vyandar," Xuan greeted. "Thank you for answering so quickly. I'm sure you've heard of the incident."

"Yes, we have," Saudia nodded. "I would like to extend our condolences. We will officially make a statement of support later-"

"Appreciated, Chancellor, but we can ignore formalities here," she picked up a touch of tension in his voice. "The report we sent you was the same as what we sent to other nations. A formality, as you understand. That was before the more recent development. The situation is much worse than the media is aware of right now."

Saudia leaned forward, furrowing her eyebrows. "In what way?"

"We don't know," Xuan said. "Not fully. But everyone who was working on the crime scene is…changed. They're killing and dragging people to the scene, and fortifying it. Soldiers are doing this, Chancellor. This has only developed within the past half hour. This must be based in psionics. We need your PRIEST Division to fully contain this. I can guarantee that ADVENT will have full access to all information and materials related to this incident."

"I'll begin mobilization of a detachment of the PRIEST Division," Saudia confirmed, making Hassan and Elizabeth stare at her more intently. "I assume you have the scene locked down from the outside?"

"Yes, but we would prefer not to bomb one of our government offices. We do not want the population panicking. The situation is already unsettling enough, this cannot get out of hand. The situation is contained for now, and PLA soldiers are fighting to regain ground, but the ones inside are entrenched."

"We appreciate the request and update, Minister," Saudia said. "I'll have my secretary put you in contact with Chief Ambassador Hassan to keep you appraised on our progress."

"We thank you, Chancellor," Xuan answered. "Your assistance will not be forgotten."

Saudia hung up the phone after the farewell. "Looks like this is definitely psionically based. A bunch of people at the crime scene also are acting odd and shooting at government officials and soldiers. They're requesting PRIEST help."

"I'll have agents on the ground," Elizabeth said. "This turned into an interesting day."

"Unfortunately," Saudia rubbed her forehead. "Let's get this done."

---

Vitakar Orbital Station – Vitakar Orbit

1/26/2017 – 9:55 P.M.

Nartha was quite happy for the short break the Zar'Chon had given him after the 'successful' mission with the Andromedons, which had not been in person largely because the Zar'Chon was still handling operations on Earth. It was a good thing that was the case, because Nartha was concerned that if someone was reading his mind when speaking to the Zar'Chon, the presence of the small orb Fiona had given him would be a large red flag.

That was something that he needed to figure out.

The Zar'Chon had tasked him with reviewing a bunch of reports from Earth and giving his analytical opinion of them. It was quite useful, as he knew now exactly what the Collective did and did not know about ADVENT and Earth in general. No names of agents, but he could figure out locations easily enough and volume could also indicate how many there were in an area.

He was keeping a separate piece of paper for notes to turn over to XCOM. There were a lot more agents in America and China than he felt ADVENT would be comfortable with. Sadly he only had access to information acquired, no details as to future plans or operatives, even though someone could probably put the pieces together.

He'd also kept the Nulorian up to date, as much as he could, and while they initially seemed extremely unbelieving that there would be a possible alliance with Andromedons, the proof he'd provided had appeared to convince them. Enough to where they had said that it would go straight to Miridian himself.

Nartha figured it was only a matter of time before he met the illusive figure.

He was saving the reveal of Human agents until there was actually something to show for it. XCOM was apparently working on it and would be in contact soon. As well as the Commander choosing a meeting time for V'Zarrah.

"Hello, Nartha," he started as the familiar voice of Fiona spoke behind him. "Been a spell, hasn't it?"

"I wish you wouldn't do that," he said, turning to her. "But hello to you too."

"Shun says hi," Fiona said idly, for once not actually wearing any armor and just normal Human clothing. It was conspicuous since he'd never seen her not in armor.

"Ah, good," Nartha acknowledged, rather pleased she was carrying messages. "Tell her I hope to see her soon. Speaking of that, I assume you have news?"

"The Commander wants to meet V'Zarrah," Fiona handed him a sheet of paper. "At this time. He'll be brought to this location. If you want to come along as well, let me know."

He looked down at it. "Unfortunately probably not a good idea. The Zar'Chon will be suspicious if I go dark for a long time. This can be done without me, I can get what's important afterward."

"As long as this gets to him, that's fine," Fiona nodded. "And as for getting some XCOM teams in Collective territory, we're finalizing that. Within a week, I think."

"Excellent," Nartha quickly walked over to his table and pulled out data cube, along with a copy of his own notes. "Take this to the Commander. The Zar'Chon made the mistake of giving me access to intelligence reports on Earth. He might be interested in them."

"Will do," Fiona took the offering. "You never stop working, do you?"

He shrugged. "I don't have anything better to do."

"Fair point," she gave a brief and slightly mocking salute. "Until next time, Nartha." With a blue-green flash, she vanished into thin air once more. Turning back to the table, Nartha began working on sending the information to V'Zarrah.

He sincerely hoped the meeting went well.