"Protoss are a great race with a brilliant civilization. But do not think too highly of their moral standards, because not every one of them is as upright as Fenix. As for their ultimate choice to leave this galaxy, I believe it was a win-win outcome." —Fourth Empire Marshal Thrawn, discussing the Protoss in his autobiography during his later years.
On the battlefield of Metalon Planet, a seemingly tiny golden fighter was confronting the massive Imperial fleet.
"This is Galactic Empire Admiral Mitth'raw'nuruodo Thrawn. Who are you, mighty warrior? Where do you come from? And who is Olegar?" Thrawn stood tall before the screen and questioned him without arrogance or submission.
"Olegar is a vile traitor, a criminal who abuses mind control. He has committed grave crimes and must be captured." Fenix's voice boomed like thunder, deep and powerful.
After thinking for a moment, Thrawn said, "Our mission is to hunt down an Imperial traitor, Demetrius Zaarin. He has allied himself with this Olegar. Zaarin is my primary target."
"I can tell you clearly, General Thrawn. This Demetrius Zaarin you speak of has already been turned into Olegar's slave through mind control. The true Zaarin is already dead," Fenix said.
"But as far as I am concerned, he is still alive. I must bring him back to the Imperial Center, dead or alive." Thrawn gazed at the golden-armored warrior in the hologram, his tone calm and resolute, utterly unmoved by the other party's power.
"Then our objectives are aligned, General." Fenix slowly raised his right arm. Golden energy coursed across his armor, and a psi blade extended from his wristguard. "Only by ending Olegar's crimes and recovering those slaves under his control can this disaster truly come to an end."
Thrawn nodded slightly. "Since our goals align, I hope to