Where the Zentraedi armada answered (though not entirely) to the Robotech Masters...the Robotech Masters answered to their masters... The Elders. Don't mind if I do! *The enigmatic energies opened a way across the lightyears, to a sphere like a blue sapphire fifteen feet across. It threw forth brilliance, the glare splashing off the axkeen, hawk-nosed faces of the three Elders who sat, enthroned in a circle, staring up at it. From far across the galaxy the Elders reached out with their minds to survey the Robotech Masters' situation. The Elders were of a type, fey and gaunt, dressed in regal robes but looking more like executioners. All three had bald or shaven pates, their straight, fine hair falling below their shoulders. Under their sharp cheekbones were scarlike creases of skin, suggestive of tribal marks, that emphasized the severity of those laser-eyed faces.* - Robotech Novel (RN) #7 - Southern Cross With the defeat of the Zentraedi more than a decade be...