Tyr'grande, Underwater Shrine of Sy'Keth:

Haraven arrives at the hidden shrine of their god Sy'Keth and enters one of its deepest chambers, the Deviant Hall. 

"I've heard your calling my lord.." He says, as if there's someone else inside the dark chamber he's in. For a short moment, the room went silent, until suddenly, whispers began creeping into his mind.

"Your people are in danger Haraven... I sense it.. the temples.. the others know of their existence." Says the deep voice that resonates in his mind. It is as if something or someone talking to him through his consciousness.

"What? what do you mean by temples? and how are my people in danger? tell me!" He asks, showing a slight expression of fear through his voice.

"The answers you seek are not mine to tell young one.. but I can show you the way to where you'd find it." As the voice finishes its sentence, the floor below Haraven begins to split in two, revealing a flight of stairs that leads to a lower level. 

"The knowledge you'll learn is possibly more that you can comprehend.. but I believe your race is now capable of handling such knowledge." The voice then fades, and only the rumbling sound of the moving floor can be heard.

Seeing that the voice had faded, Haraven then begins to walk down the steps, cautious that his actions might eventually lead him to an untimely death. He eventually ends up inside a room with nothing but a small black pedestal on the middle. Curious and all, Haraven tried to interact with the object. At that exact moment his fingertips connected with the stone, a large flash of green covered the room.

-A few days later-

Shortly after arriving back at the imperial palace, Haraven is seen to be completely distracted, clearly over thinking about the information he'd just acquired from the chamber below the shrine. One evening, after walking a few laps around the palace halls, Haraven decides on what action should be undertaken about the situation. 

"Have the Commissar linked to my office, I must speak with her, NOW" Haraven shouts to his assistant as he head towards his office. As he arrive by the doors he slams them open, letting it split in half and revealing the holoscreen by his table that is projecting the Commissar.

"Novaria reporting in my Praetor." The Commissar says, as she was clearly surprised by the sudden call.

"Novaria, I'm contacting you to inform you that I've approved the Black Project Initiative you've presented a couple years back, It is to proceed as planned, but is to remain off the books, only you, me and the Consular knows of this, so use only your most loyal subjects, if you need additional manpower, I'm allowing you do whatever you want, just do it discreetly." 

"I understand my Praetor, is there anything else you want me to do?" She says.

"Yes, I want you to send out another fleet of scouting drones. I want you to find this galactic core, along with every route that leads to it."

"Understood, I'll dispatch another fleet of drones immediately." She replies before being cut-off by the Praetor.

Haraven then contacts the Consular shortly afterwards.

"Consular, I'm hoping the construction of the blueprints are going well?" asked Haraven

"Construction are going as planned, I'm assuming that you've told Novaria about the Black Project yes?" Addr'ikir replies

"I did, and I'm expecting that the funding will arrive in time for the operation to begin Consular." Haraven says in a stern voice.

"Of course, the trade fededartion and my optio's won't even notice their missing tichars." Addr'ikir replies in a assuring tone.

"Very well, I'll contact you again soon to check on the progress, Haraven out." Haraven cuts the comm and begins to walk towards the window overlooking a city.

He stands there, facing the city, watching his subjects go on with their lives as if nothing else mattered.