Inside, representatives from 47 civilizations sat within their private alcoves, each adapted to their own unique environments, some breathed methane, others ammonia, and a few existed as energy fields contained within transparent enclosures. The Council's speaker, a towering being named Chell from the Vellian species, raised three of his four arms to command silence. You've seen our progress, our technology, our diplomacy, but you haven't seen what we've chosen not to show you. Our world is classified as a death world by your standards, she said. Yet your technology appears primitive, your fleets small, and your defenses weak.