Titanic Conqueror
Five thousand years is a long time for one to stand witness to the change of the galaxy. Organizations rise and fall, leaders live and die, but when stripped of those corporeal bodies all that is left is emotion. Emotion that cannot alone drive the galaxy on without a body, or hand, to guide it; feelings possessed by beings desperate to become something greater than themselves.
It is these very emotions that have gone unchecked for millennia. And it is these very emotions that Vaukhus would have curbed into a staple of rage and fear. For one cannot love or hate in the absence of passion, and the only passion truly capable of pressing one's opposition into the dust is that of rage and the accompanying fear of failure. In a galaxy fat on it's own accomplishments, comfortable in it's teetering stability, true fear has been forgotten.
To rectify this err, show those lax in their squalor the error of their ways, the Horde of Phobis was born. Men, women and Gen'Dai dedicated to the destruction and destabilization of order built off of false security.
The galaxy has forgotten what it means to fear something greater than itself.
To fear one's own stagnation; one's lack of purpose.