Golden Armada - What are you doing?

Imperial Navy Vice Admiral Pulaier awoke from a long sleep. A cold white beam, like moonlight, suddenly streamed through the observation window outside the captain's quarters aboard the Flashpoint, illuminating his sweat-drenched face as though it had been soaked in water.

A sleek, elegantly shaped Valkyrie accelerated past the window, its orange ion thruster plume trailing far behind it. From a distance, it resembled a flying broom endowed with mysterious magic, a breathtaking sight.

Several Vikings approached from below, passing through the Flashpoint's dark green matrix field activated during its spatial jump. They flickered within the battleship's enormous shadow and vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Good morning, General. The voyage from Ignus has concluded. We are now at the edge of the star system containing the former Protoss Empire world, Torenis Prime."

It was a cold female voice, produced by machine synthesis governed by logical operations. Pulaier was a sentimental man. He still used an old-era Adjutant, even though her systems were outdated, she could not think, and she was little more than scrap metal.

At times, he still recalled those difficult years on Mar Sara, longing for that ignorant age before the Protoss and Zerg arrived, when humanity could gaze at the stars without a care in the world.

As Pulaier got up, he found that his head hurt terribly. Frequent spatial jumps had a major effect on the human body. Perhaps he should have slept soundly in a hibernation pod, without even dreaming a nightmare.

"Where's Senfa?"

Senfa was Pulaier's adjutant, a brave and fearless young man who had followed him ever since the Second Total War.

"He is online," said the Adjutant.

"Good. Tell him to wait for me on the command bridge." Pulaier put on a naval greatcoat, bearing no insignia besides the black-and-red