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|title1=Season of the Chosen

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{{Quote|Warriors of the empire. I see your fury. For years, you have waited for your leaders to reclaim you. But time has not changed your nature: Your rage becomes the swing of the cleaver, the thrust of the shield, the shout of the cannon. I send out a challenge to the remains of the broken [[Red Legion|Legion]]: prove your worth in battle. The ancient rites live again. The triumphant will become the first members of my war council. We are [[Cabal]]. We eat the mountains. We drink the seas.}}

{{Quote|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 knows, I can relate.}}

{{Quote|[[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.}}

{{Quote|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 [[Warlord|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.}}

{{Quote|Warriors of the empire. Today, we chose strength and honor over personal glory. But two of our soldiers chose to pursue their own victory — their own glory before the glory of the empire. Only one of these soldiers stands before me now. The [[Psion]] [[Valir]] faced his death with honor — but his accomplice, the Psion [[Qalec]], chose to run. To hide. Qalec is a stain on our history. A traitor. I revoke the name Qalec, for a coward has no name under the empire. [gunshot] These traitors did not work alone. I will find the others, and they will meet this same fate. We are one Cabal, and we strike as one fist.}}

|title2=Season of the Splicer