Damian stands in the Situation Room with his father, sister and the Spokesman on screen. "Phoenix teams sighting of a 'Chosen' confirms what the Reapers have told me." Damian explains as video of the attacker along with three more humanoids all attacking resistance outposts. "The Warlock, the Hunter, the Assassin and the Guardian." Damian reports as the videos are labeled with their appropriate Chosen. "They are the Elder's strongest warriors, devoted to their cause. Unfortunately, severing me from ADVENT's control also wiped any knowledge I had on them."

"We could of used that knowledge." The Commander adds with a sigh. "What do we know of these Chosen anyway?"

"They can't be killed." Damian simply answers and the room goes silent. "Resistance operatives have downed them before but their bodies vanish shortly after. However, several days later they return and learned. They prefer to incapacitate their targets and take their knowledge."

"Elaborate." The Spokesman demands and Damian takes a deep breath.

"On the field they use some sort of psionic power if the soldier is weak enough." Damian explains with the aid of some footage. "Otherwise they take them back to their stronghold and torture them."

"All the more reason to go after them." Elizabeth speaks up, not wanting to image what was happening. "We need to save them!"

"We need a plan." The Commander replies quickly. "Without Asaru's sight and zero intel we can't do much at the moment."

"The Reapers have agreed to aid us but there's a catch." Damian changes the screen to show ADVENT fighting amongst themselves but with poorer armour. "These are the Skirmishers, ADVENT defectors and rejects. The two faction have been at each other's throats for a while now. Until that is settled, the Reapers refuse to help anymore than they already have. I've suggested a peace talk but Volk informs me the Skirmishers cannot be negotiated with."

"Never the less." The Spokesman puts one hand over the other amongst the shadows. "We should strive for a peaceful resolution to one that ends in the spilling of more blood. But I'll leave the decision to the Commander."

The Commander thinks it over for a second then nods. "Have the Skirmishers and Reapers both send ambassadors to meet on neutral ground." He gives quick orders. "I want you and Phoenix team to be there to make sure things go off without a hitch."

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Four pillars of psionic energy erupt one by one and the Chosen are left after it vanishes. The Hunter is the first to rise, slinging his rifle from over his shoulder and aiming down at the Assassin sitting across from him. "It would be so easy." His grin vanishes as she does only to reappear behind him with a knife to his throat. He looks down at it then over his shoulder. "Good to see you, sister."

"Miscreants." The Warlock announces and the two look to him. "Restrain yourselves."

"Or I will force you to." The Guardian cracks his knuckles and they give off pops of electricity. The Assassin releases her grip on the Hunter.

The Hunter fakes lowering his weapons and almost goes for the Guardian when the Assassin stops him. "No." She announces, looking around to see her brother's ready for a fight. "The four of us, called upon together." She makes her way back to her place and sheathing her sword. "Something has changed."

"On that we have agreed." The Warlock points out as his hands pulsate with psionic energy. "The battlefield has shifted. Our masters have need of us." His arms rest at his sides. "Once more."

"Sound to me like they're afraid." The Hunter puts his weapons away as the Warlock growls at him.

"You dare defile this place with your wretched tongue!" The Warlock's powers intensify as his hand stretches out in the Hunter's direction.

"Oh I dare." The Hunter reaches back for his rifle, taunting the Warlock whose rage grows. The assassin goes from her sword and the Guardian watches patiently for the fight to begin.

The four corners suddenly burst and they stand down. "My children." The voice of an Ethereal echoes and in the centre materialises the projection of one. The four kneel before the vision. "Each of you possess our strength. Each of you possess our wisdom. Of all our creations, you're truely blessed. Your charge was a simple one." It shows images of ADVENT raiding and subduing civilians. "The subjugating of those who see our grand design falter. We have been pleased." The Chosen grin amongst themselves at this notion. "Until now." The images are replaced by the Commander and XCOM's victories and the destruction of Avatar. "Our great vision has been destroyed while our strongest did nothing. We are disappointed."

"Thought you were the strongest." The Hunter mutters and the Guardian gives him the side eye to see him forced to the ground by psionic energy.

"Arrogance and defence." The Ethereal's voice now warped as if multiple were talking at once. "You have walked among the humans for far too long. You have been corrupted. You can be reclaimed." The Warlock grins at thee sight of this especially after their previous dispute. "Yet perhaps," the Ethereal returns to normal and the psionic force vanishes, "you may also be redeemed. Perhaps you all maybe redeemed." Images of alien ships and the aliens onboard appear. "A greater battle lies ahead. Our time on this world draws to a close. Yet we need to abandon it completely at our departure." The images fade and the four look up in anticipation. "For one among yours surely ready to claim this world for their own. One of you is worthy." It's voice returns to being warped as images of the Commander and a faint blue figure with him. "Return to what was lost to us. Crush all those who would oppose our will. To the one who succeeds our everlasting favour. To the others." The four corners explode again of psionic energy. "You are the Chosen. Do not fail us. Now go." The four are teleported away and the room becomes silent and empty.