Dateline: Outer Veil Broadcast Network Cycle 4032.17 | Report by Aethon Ryn
Dominion-7, the infamous stronghold of control and tyranny, has officially gone dark. The lone wormhole portal bridge—a critical artery linking the colony to the greater interstellar network—has collapsed, sealing the Dominion beyond reach for what may be thousands of years. Without a viable natural wormhole emerging, the colony is effectively erased from known space.
But silence does not mean peace.
The Pacification Conspiracy—A Tyrant’s Fatal Gamble
Reports from defectors and intercepted transmissions suggest Governor Marlen Vex attempted a radical bid for total control over his populace. Through sweeping propaganda and coercion, he urged citizens to accept implantation of the Pacification Plugin, an alleged enhancement designed to suppress rebellion and induce compliance.
However, something went catastrophically wrong.
Anonymous data-leaks indicate that a rogue faction—possibly an external force or a dissident movement within—compromised the code. The result? Mass infection. The plugin did not pacify its recipients; it annihilated their cognitive autonomy, reducing all subjects, including Vex himself, into mindless husks.
Dominion-7 was not overthrown by revolution—it crumbled beneath the weight of its own corruption.
A Colony of the Damned
With no wormhole bridge to escape and no known force willing to intervene, Dominion-7’s fate is sealed. Experts speculate the infected population will be exploited for labor, genetic harvesting, or worse. The mysterious group responsible for the breach has yet to reveal its identity or motives, but one chilling truth remains: Dominion-7 has not been liberated—it has been claimed.
While factions debate the ethics of remote intervention, one fact is indisputable: For Dominion-7, the screams of resistance have faded, replaced by the lifeless march of the enslaved.
Final Transmission?
A cryptic signal pulsed from Dominion-7 moments before the wormhole collapsed. Though largely unintelligible, analysts deciphered three haunting words:
“We. Are. Hollow.”
Whether a distress call or an omen, no one may ever know.
