The centerpiece of the H.E.L.M., the war table offers real-time tactical information on the current conflict the Vanguard is monitoring. A terminal on the table can be used to read messages and receive incoming transmissions from Vanguard agents for briefings and reports from the field. Members of Vanguard task forces frequently meet at the war table to discuss ongoing operations.[1]
The H.E.L.M. has a post box for items lost in the field for recovery, along with a terminal for accessing a Guardian's Vault. Additionally, a terminal containing intercepted messages and Vanguard reports is near the post box.
"This is Amanda Holliday, reportin' on my Cosmodrome flyovers. The Cabal set up shop on a bluff overlooking the Mothyards. Hive's been chewing on 'em pretty good, but they're dug in like ticks. You know how they are. Frigates parked overhead haven't put a single round my way. One thing I haven't seen are any civilians. I don't know how big the Cabal fleet is these days, but it's gotta be spread thin. There must be a group of carriers in deep space somewhere with all their kids and old folks aboard. The whole rest of their species. Shows how much they want payback. They're risking it all, on our turf, just for a piece of the Hive. I know this Cabal force looks like aggression, but I'd wager it's grief through and through. They ain't here for us. They're here for revenge. Goodness know, I can relate."
"Commander Zavala. I thought to contact you directly, free from the prying interests of... advisors. When I was a child, listening to stories of the Cabal's many rulers, I imagined that sovereignty was absolute power. The power to triumph. To spill blood. To rule. But now, I realize the ironic truth: sovereignty is a form of servitude. As empress, my people's will comes before my own. That is why Cabal forces cannot leave the Sol system empty-handed. After losing Torobatl, we cannot lose our honor. It's the only thing we have left. You offer an alliance as equals. But I offer something even more valuable: exaltation. Within our ranks, the Guardians will be revered. They will be free, as the Psions are now. They will be our most elite force - the pride of the Cabal Empire. So, for the last time, join us. For revenge against the Hive. For survival against the Darkness. Join me. Join the Cabal."
"Commander. An attack on your life within our own walls. In the streets where the City's children play. I wish it surprised me. Every minute we waste, our enemies grow bolder. I saw it with the warlords, Zavala: give them slack, and they'll hang you with it. You must act. Remind our enemies that there are consequences when Darkness breaches our walls. Remind the people why they put their faith in the Guardians. This attack was just a taste. Next time, they'll target someone else; someone you can't save. That loss will be on you. The weight of it will crush you. Trust me."
Qalec's Execution
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