EliteCommander

The Cradle

Once again, Brasikha’s response came almost startlingly quickly. “You speak of my ancient title. It was a title of a man who saw in his mind a clear future. A title that speaks of military conquest. Of domination. It was the title of a man who would bring order to chaos, and it was the title of a man who lacked perspective.”

Though he still acted aware of the others, there was still a somewhat unnerving stare from him towards Hale. “The perspective of time is one of my perspectives, yes. The one often associated with Rothians. For me, it has felt like nations rise and fall as if with the tides. I have seen the cycle play out repeatedly among Rothians, Humans, and most other intelligent species. They do not all share the same cause, of course, but self-interest even in the face of disaster is one that repeats. It has never been the way of the Rahn’Saki to intercede in the waxing and waning of alien civilizations. You have the right to determine your own course as much as we do. But, this crisis threatens more than you.”

Finally, there was just a slight pause, and for the briefest of moments, it seemed like he might have actually been thinking. Though, the delay was still short-lived. “Before I continue, I would ask you this: what exactly is it that you fear to lose should the other species learn of the potential threat we have identified in the form of the Hegemon?”

Halo: Aegis Team

Vael 'Virisusai

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Now that they were back on the Blockade Runner, there was not much time left to wait. The ship was invisible to sensors, but unlike some other capital ships, it did not possess active camouflage. While mostly irrelevant in space, once they came near enough to the Keep, they would be spotted by anyone who looked up. They had just disabled the only weapon in range that could destroy the ship quickly, but the city still had other anti-air defenses. The Blockade Runner would only have time to get in, blast open the outer walls, then deploy their strike force before it would have to fall back out of range. Aside from some light close air support, this would have to be a quick, decisive armored assault.

Finally, a ship-wide alert sounded and the crew started rushing to battle stations. They were closing in on the Keep. Vael had re-equipped himself for the battle ahead. He changed his armor equipment, swapping active camouflage for a jetpack. With the verticality of urban combat, the mobility could be life-saving. He kept his plasma rifle and swords, as usual, but exchanged his carbine for a plasma caster. Similar to a concussion rifle, its explosive firepower would be useful against both vehicles and entrenched infantry positions.

Human and Sangheili both were taking part in this assault. Swords of Sanghelios warriors were quicker to react to the alert, but once they had their orders from their officers, the Human marines were quick to rush to their vehicles. Scorpions and wraiths would comprise the core of their armored column, supported by warthogs, ghosts, spectres, and banshees above.

”To your vehicles!” Vael ordered as he jumped up onto a wraith and climbed into its turret.

The Cradle

Brasikha did not hesitate for even a moment, not even requiring time to think, seemingly, before he could give his answer. “Your fortress stands alone, as it always has. Sequestered, strong, but solitary. You have shown yourself adept at protecting yourselves, but will you protect others? For our allies, that shall be a vital question.”

With a wave of his hand, Brasikha brought up a screens with relevant notes about the Hegemon in front of each of the committee members. “We know precious little about our foe, but what we do know is revealing. It seeks not destruction, but domination. The reverence and service of life to itself to ends unknown. Life does not always fight to the death. In fact, it tends towards survival more often than not. To fight that instinct, to take risks in spite of death beyond the resolve of mere animals requires conviction. It requires belief in a cause worth risking a life. The time may come when our enemy forces a choice between servitude and extinction upon our allies. If we lie to our allies, manipulate them, treat them as servants instead of partners, then what makes us any better masters than the machines? What makes our cause, our fight for self-determination, worth dying for to them?”

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

For most of the clan’s survivors, they would have the time they needed to rest and recover in the Hunting Grounds, while the rest worked on moving everything essential back through the portal to Mundus. The Dominion and Imperial troops were the first back through. They moved to the orders of their superiors with discipline and precision, but even among them, one could see the exhilaration of victory. They had fought a battle against a Daedric Prince, and were walking away as survivors. The lycans had been fighting this war for much longer than either of the other factions, so for them, it was almost hard to believe that it could be over. Though, there were few other forms of closure more complete than being able to see the spirits they had saved, to speak to them, and to know that all of their effort, everything they had sacrificed, had meant something in the end.

When the time finally came, Fendros’ pack went back through the portal together. Back to their home. It had only been a few days since they had last seen it, but for many, it felt like it had been much longer. The Silent City itself likely felt rather barren at the moment, as most of the non-combatants who had stayed behind were now outside the walls to greet their returning friends and family. It was a bittersweet sight, in truth. There was little that could match the relief and joy from seeing loved ones return safely. They did not yet have a full accounting of their casualties, though. There were many waiting here who would not find the reunion they were looking for.

Kaleeth was with the pack now. The ability for a werecrocodile to recover from injury was something spectacular, though this time, it was never going to be quite the same for her again. She was with Janius, leaning on him to help her walk when they heard a familiar shout amid the roar of the crowd around them. As soon as he had spotted his parents, Julan pushed through anything in his way to rush to meet them. It was hard to tell if he even noticed Kaleeth’s injury for the moment, because his shouts and joyous tears at seeing them both alive overshadowed anything else he might have been feeling. He rushed to them and nearly knocked them over when he grabbed them both to pull into a hug. He said something as he reached them, but it was incomprehensible through his tears.

The Cradle

Rareth pulled up a screen in front of her and quickly navigated through to her translator’s software. “I doubt your translators have the proper linguistic libraries to be able to interpret a dead Rothian language. One moment, I can pass you a software package to update them.”

There was a short delay while they addressed their communication issues. Even with updated language packages, the translation would not be seamless enough to make the conversation seem as natural as usual, but the software did at least stop throwing most of its translation warnings. They could still hear Brasikha’s natural voice somewhat muffled in the background after Rareth signaled him that they were ready. “If you can now understand our communication, I say that I understand why you wish to keep our secret from our possible allies. In the struggles of nations, truth and lies are valuable currencies both. So often, our diplomacy lives somewhere betwixt the two. It is…expected. Every nation keeps their own secrets and covets those of others, even their own allies. They do not…take offense at this reality.”

Brasikha’s voice was firm, though not quite aggressive. The voice that the Humans’ translators gave him was more even-toned, with less emotion and emphasis than what they could hear in the background from him. Perhaps it was more fitting to his body language, or lack thereof. There was no pacing, fidgeting, or even the smallest of movements, as he stood almost like a statue while he spoke. “But this lie holds far more weight than the usual games of politics and posturing. The truth we hold in our possession is a reason to fear not just for our lives, but for their lives as well. For our potential allies. It is true we do not have certainties; it could be that there is no true threat to us. But, there lies the possibility that all life in our galaxy will find its existence in jeopardy. That is not the common lie. The stakes are not political standing and economic advantage; the stakes are the continuity of civilization. To lie to them here would give them the right to take offense. We seek to build an alliance, scientifically, militarily, but to found that alliance on falsehoods here would be as to build a fortress on a foundation of sand.”

The Cradle

Naturally, Rareth was listening to every word the Humans said, but when they finally looked to her for a response, she was uncharacteristically slow to answer. The whole time they spoke, she had appeared somewhat distracted and frequently glanced off to a holographic screen at her side. “I understand. As I said, the Rahn’Saki wish to speak with you about this. Just give me…one moment…”

Rareth looked off to the side. “Is he ready?” She asked softly, not towards the Humans. An answer seemed to come through, then she finally looked back to the others. “I am going to patch through a secure line to Rothia.”

Rareth stepped back. Unlike almost every other time she had met with the Council, she would not be the one taking the lead in this meeting. Using the Faultless Spear as a relay for the signal, Rareth brought in to the meeting another participant from somewhere on Rothia. Within the virtual space, another Rothian appeared. He was tall, with scales that seemed rather unremarkable by appearance. As opposed to the modern trends of scale patterns portraying complex patterns, and even artwork at times, his scales were simple greens and browns in a natural, camouflaged pattern. Rothians did not age and he was no exception, but between scars and rough scales, he still seemed to wear the marks of many long years on his body. Even for those who could not recognize him by sight, his headdress marked who he was. It resembled a crown of silver bearing an insignia of an arrowhead. It would not take more than a quick search to identify him as Brasikha, one of the most prominent members of the Rahn’Saki. For most Rothians, when one mentioned the Rahn’Saki, it would usually be either he or Roth’Orsa who came to mind. He had earned many titles in his life: the Unifier, the All-Conqueror, the Eternal Guardian, and to any Rothian, meeting him would be like meeting a myth.

From the moment he spoke, Brasikha stood out from any other Rothian they had met. Most prominently, he spoke in a dead, pre-Unification Rothian language that their translators would struggle with. Right away, most of their translators would throw warnings about potential inaccuracies and approximations in their interpretations of his speech. The usual tricks translators used to create more natural conversations would not work with him, so they would still be able to hear his untranslated words faintly in the background, in addition to what the software gave them. “I give apology for any despair wrought by my ubiety, but the determination of the Rahn’Saki is to require our intervention to avoid a dark fate. It is the determination of the Rahn’Saki that a foundation of deceit to alliance in our most vital of circumstance would infect its roots and bring it to crumble, moreso than the banal and expected lie.”

The Cradle

“Nothing more or less than to guarantee the security of ourselves and our allies.” Rareth answered without hesitation. “Our efforts to investigate and address this new threat leads us to Psi-Helios.”

Taranik did her best to complement Rareth’s arguments, while keeping more of a diplomatic attitude. “Naturally, we are not expecting you to give us a final answer here and now. We know you do not even have the authority to unilaterally grant this request on the Tindrel’s behalf. We just want you to be informed, so you can convey the…importance of this request to your superiors.”

“The Rahn’Saki considers this a priority request.” Rareth emphasized. They were words which held weight, considering how rarely they were invoked. A priority request from the Rahn’Saki was not something most diplomats would ever hear, and not something one would ignore.

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Through the day, the council gave similar requests to all the relevant parties to this decision. It was a demand on short notice for some, but Rareth was sure to thoroughly convey the importance of the meeting to each and every one of them. For the Rahn’Saki to take such direct interest in any matter meant that, whatever the subject was, it would have ramifications across an entire civilization. For them to call upon so many nations at once, simply put, was almost unprecedented. The last time this had happened had been long before the lifetimes of any of the other representatives.

The hour was getting late, but there would be no stopping until this matter was resolved. In the time they had been waiting, Rareth had been on her own calls back to Rothia, though even the other Rothians were not privy to the details of those meetings. It was an hour or so before the meeting was scheduled to begin that she sent a request (or polite demand, more accurately), to the other Outreman representatives to join her in a call. Taranik was the one who sent the request and, in as diplomatic of a way as possible, made sure to be clear that this meeting was not optional.

Rareth had stated before that Taranik would be joining her for negotiations, so her absence in the call was conspicuous. Given that this summit with the other nations was drawing ever closer, Rareth wasted no time in getting to business. “Before we bring this to the other species, the Rahn’Saki want to make sure we are all in clear agreement on how this is going to go.”

The Cradle

“A ‘courtesy’ this may be, but I would advise taking our warning more seriously than some…others are.” Rareth remarked. “It is much better to over-prepare for a minor threat than to under-prepare for a major one.”

Taranik spoke up quickly to steer the conversation towards their most pressing issue. The Outremans were hesitant about giving too much information away. Rareth was going to be negotiating in favor of further disclosure to their allies, but for now, Rareth was being patient enough to wait instead of proceeding without the Outremans' agreement. At the moment, Taranik would only give away some of what they knew. “Indeed, and part of that preparation is why we are contacting you first. We are attempting to get to the heart of this threat before it has a chance to cause any major damage. That investigation, from my understanding, is leading us to a system in which the Tindrel have a presence. Are you familiar with the Psi-Helios system? We require access to that system for the investigation to proceed.”

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There was a wave of somber reflection that passed over the others. In general terms, their leadership already knew what happened, but to hear it in detail still carried a certain weight. This day had marked many endings, to the point that it would be hard to imagine what this next era for the clans would be like. Since the clans had been united, Meesei had been their Champion, so succession was just another of the challenges they would have to face ahead. But, right now, there was no challenge to Fendros’ claim. Even among the leaders of the other clans that could be present, there was only silent reverence for the accomplishments and sacrifices of those they had lost. Or not-so-silent.

“I can’t think of a more worthy end for the skalds to sing.” Hjergir spoke up. He had fresh scars and a few barely closed wounds. He definitely should have been resting, but was far too stubborn to obey his healers. “A Lizard and a Cat might be strange heroes for Nords to sing, but by Hircine did they have souls worthy for Sovngarde!” He shouted. At the very least, he certainly intended it as praise, and high praise at that.

Saras, of course, had a much more calm and collected response, though he still showed a measure of emotion that was uncommon for him. “Everyone in the valley saw the brilliant flash from the tower. That release of energy nearly reached us at the pass, but fortunately stopped short. Some of us thought it might have been a sign that we had won at first, though as the battle continued, some started to think it might have been the opposite. We only knew for sure once we were brought back to the Hunting Grounds. No one is going to forget what they did for us.”

Eventually, they did have to move on from their reflections. Darahil was the next to speak up. “There has also been another development, since you have been away. It seems some spirits have returned to us. Those that died in the battle still have not manifested in the Hunting Grounds, but others that were lost to us have. The souls that Vile stole in the war, with the soul-tearing gas and any other means, Hircine was able to reclaim them in Vile’s defeat. Some have made their way to our camp. No doubt, there are more than a few reunions happening as we speak.”

The Cradle

“Greetings, Ambassador.” Taranik’Nhet began. She paused a moment, taking in a long breath as she gave one more glance to her notes in front of her. “Unfortunately, as you can probably imagine, it is not good news that is bringing us together right now. Forgive me if we skip some pleasantries, but to avoid keeping you in suspense, I am going to get straight to the business at hand. We have recently become aware of a potential, military threat, not only to our nation, but possibly every nation in our galactic community. Datius Rareth, would you…” Her voice trailed off to become inaudible over the call as she gestured to Rareth.

The Datius stepped forward, serving as more of a “military” presence to state the facts about this threat they were describing. “Last week, Rothian space was attacked by a foe of unknown origin, with unknown capabilities. These ships were operated entirely by artificial lifeforms. They attacked, then self-destructed once disabled. There have been no friendly casualties thusfar, though we believe it likely that these were merely scouts, so the true capabilities of this foe are, as I said, still unknown. As of this moment, they have only been found in Rothian, or unclaimed space, but approach vectors for ships we have detected have placed them as moving towards the territory of other species as well. We have no reason to believe they will restrict their attentions to us.”

Taranik continued right away from where Rareth left off. “We are contacting you now to inform you of this threat, and to invite your people to join in our response to it.”