20 Years After the Founding of the Galactic Council...<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Phyrexis</strong></span><br/>Audience Hall of the Shadow Throne, Emerald Jade Palace.<br/><hr/>24th day of the third month.<br/><br/>The interior of the audience chamber is quiet and empty except for the few ambient sounds coming from the ventilation and the few traffic outside the palace. For thousands of years the Emerald jade palace has become the seat of power for the Imperial Phyrexian, a place where the twelve shadowlords would meet and convene and then give their recommendation to the emperor, it was a bustling place filled with servants and government officials and where whispers of government conspiracy thick in the air, but now the Imperial Palace has become a shadow of its former glory, only handfuls of servants now maintains the palace and it has become the official residents of the twelve shadowlords. The audience chamber is huge enough to fit in atleast a thousand of peoples in it, large towering ornamental pillars line the audience chamber giving support to the second level balcony and the roof. Currently, the audience chamber is empty and the dim purple lights at the side walls are the only thing that kept the hall from being covered in complete darkness.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the huge entrance door at the left side of the audience hall opens up to give way to nine shadowy figures, clad in intricate woven robe native to the Phyrexian's rich folks but their faces are well hidden under the cloak attached to the back of their robe, secret matters seems to set afoot in the audience hall tonight. One of the, cloaked figure suddenly pushed back his hood, revealing a Phyrexian ages old. The phyrexians are capable of atleast 300 years of lifespan and their aging process can be seen by how broad and how worn out their deep violet skin has become. This particular phyrexian is old enough to have stayed in the council for nearly 250 years and he now eyes his each and everyone of the cloaked phyrexians until his eyes fell upon one particular hooded figure,<strong>"Astraxx! what were you thinking!"</strong>, his voice thundering through the empty audience hall clearly displeased about something. The other hooded figure referred to as Astraxx quickly remove his hood, revealing a rather young phyrexian with a noticeable feature on his face, a scar long scar across his left eyes that stretches from his forehead to his pale violet cheeks,<strong>"what was I thinking you asks? I was thinking of the future of Imperial Phyrexia of course, the time of isolation has ended dear old Zhevras, we will now engage with rest of the galaxy be it with hostility of hospitality and what better ways to do this then to joined the galactic council"</strong>.<br/><br/>Zhevras, the furious old phyrexian breathes heavily and his eyes narrowed to the young phyrexian, he was about to let loose another round of insults and reprimands before he was stopped by one of the cloaked figure around them,<strong>"enough Zhevras, Astraxx did so after consulting most of us and I must say, this is an opportunity that we cannot miss, to see what this....galactic council can offer to the great Phyrexian Empire"</strong>, the cloaked figure said, mockingly emphasizing the word galactic council.<strong>"And I wasn't informed of this! what treachery is this, I'm one of the most senior Shadowlords and I wasn't inform of this!"</strong>, it would seem the comment from the cloaked phyrexian serves only to outrage the senior shadowlord further more before he was yet again stopped this time by Astraxx,<strong>"we have even informed, Lord Veridias and he seems intrigue of this idea of us joining the galactic council, are you going to rip away this little enjoyment Lord Veridias has agreed to?"</strong>.<br/><br/>It would seem that the mention of the name Lord Veridias, sparks whispering between the other cloaked figures who had remained quiet thus far and even Zhevras could not muster anymore complain to this but instead growl, clearly displeased with the young Phyrexian shadowlord and judging by their reaction it is safe to perhaps assume that this Lord Veridias is the one who truly runs the show within the empire, perhaps the most powerful and most influential of the Shadowlords.<strong>"be at ease old Zhevras, and enjoy the show, we have already send in one of out top ambassadors to our first galactic council meeting..."</strong>, said the still hooded shadowlord, he suddenly took something out from within his robe, a triangular shaped object most probably a communication device. Suddenly, the device shoots out a holographic image of another phyrexian, donned with a general's armor,<strong>"Captain Zaravi, have you reached the station?"</strong>, the hooded shadowlord asks to the person in shown in the holographic communication device,<strong>"not yet my lord, but soon, we had just came through a jump and now nearing the station"</strong>, the captain replied,<strong>"very good, then proceed as we have instructed"</strong>. Afterwards the hooded shadowlord pushed a button underneath the device, cutting off the communication entirely.<strong>"...now then, let's see where this will indeed lead us..."</strong>, Astraxx spoke as he carved a rather sinister smile on his lips.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Union Station</strong></span><br/>Council Meeting Chamber, Union Station.<br/><hr/>24th day of the third month.<br/><br/>A large Alilat class battleship sails through the void of space escorted by two Dush'Shara class Destroyer and dozens of smaller fighter squadrons as they are nearing the space station in sight. At the helm of the battleship sat the captain of the ship and some of the handling crews, as they are now heading to their first diplomatic meeting with galactic council races for the first time. Captain Zaravi is a decorated war hero when he successfully put down an armed insurgents in the mining system of Karakotch Z12, this armed rebellion was one of the largest that had the Phyrexian Empire caught offguard. The Captain stands at a normal phyrexian height of 7 feet tall and a lithe body like any normal phyrexian yet also like any normal phyrexian their lithe body does not mean that they are frail, on the contrary they are agile and ferocious people who's fought any battle like a cornered mouse. His most distinguishing features is his red crimson eyes that are very rare even amongst the phyrexian and his long shoulder length silver hair.<br/><br/><strong>"Captain, we have docked at the space station..."</strong>, came a voice from adjutant of the ship, Zaravi looked back at the adjutant before turning his head back at the space station.<strong>"Tell the Imperial Deathguard to be ready..."</strong>, he ordered and the adjutant replied with a slight bow before heading back deeper into the ship. Truthfully to be told, Zaravi finds this whole business with the galactic council to be very suspicious and what's more was the fact that the Emperor had ordered some of his personal deathguard to escort him, because Deathguards of the emperor were never meant to guard anyone else aside from the emperor and he had his doubts but if it is true that the order came directly from his emperor than who was he to question them. Once the airlock door opens up, it gave way to a contingent of delegation from Phyrexis, ten fully armed Imperial Deathguard together with a few military officer escorted Captain Zaravi as he made his way through the hallway. Fortunately however, it didn't take the engineers on board the Alilat battleship to retrieve the blueprint of the whole station and uploaded it to the Captain's handheld communication device.<br/><br/>Soon with the aid of the blueprint map, he arrived upon the meeting chamber only to be greeted with a few delegates from foreign looking aliens, so far it would seem there are only four delegates present, Phyrexians included. Once the Captain had a good and perhaps menacing look to the other ambassadors he quickly took his place in the meeting chamber, he signaled the rest of his escort to go back to their quarters leaving the captain with two Imperial Deathguards and one of the diplomatic officer sent straight from Phyrexis. There were no greetings or exchanging of trivialities with him, after all he is not a man of words rather a man of guns, he would rather leave most of the dealings to the diplomatic officer next to him. Now it's waiting time.<br/><br/><strong>Socio-Political Condition</strong>: Controlled<br/><strong>Economic Condition</strong>: stable<br/><strong>Military Condition</strong>: Optimum