"Protoss were a great race with a brilliant civilization. But do not think too highly of their moral standards, because not every one of them was as upright as Fenix. As for their ultimate choice to leave this galaxy, I believe it was a win-win decision." —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 faced off against 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 calmly.
"Olegar is a despicable traitor, a criminal who abused mind control. He has committed grave crimes and must be brought to justice." Fenix's voice echoed like thunder, deep and majestic, filled with power.
Thrawn considered this for a moment. "Our mission is to hunt down an Imperial traitor, Demetrius Zaarin. He has colluded 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 real Zaarin is already dead," Fenix said.
"But as far as I can see, he is still alive. I must bring him back to the Imperial Center, dead or alive." Thrawn fixed his gaze on the golden-armored warrior in the hologram, his tone steady and resolute, utterly unmoved by the other party's strength.
"Then our objectives align, General." Fenix slowly raised his right arm. Golden energy flowed across his armor, and a psi-blade shot out from his wrist guard. "Only by ending Olegar's crimes and recovering those slaves under his control can this entire disaster truly come to an end."
Thrawn gave a slight nod.