ord Kairn Strovnom Declares a Paperbound Order, as Quorlax Prizmatron Fans the Separatist Surge
In the ritual depths of Crownmesh, Lord Kairn Strovnom fights for United Albion’s bureaucratic soul, as the kaleidoscopic separatist Quorlax Prizmatron throws political order into vivid disorder.
Bathed in the heavy red light of The Social Mechanicum and shadowed by a fleet of hovering archive drones, Lord Kairn Strovnom took the ceremonial stage in Crownmesh's core hall on stardate 4422.273. In unwavering monotone, the Grand Archivist laid out United Albion's path: order and paperwork under his stewardship, or the fractious nationalism of Quorlax Prizmatron, Agitator of Insular Dissidence and leader of The Schism Spiral.
The Protocol-Intonation Rite focused squarely on ‘administrative tolerance’ amid surging public anxiety over blurred borders. Strovnom acknowledged, with restrained authority, that citizens of the floating archipelago are weary of migration pressures (rubber modules and migrant rafts featured in pointed interruptions), and asserted the right of every being to be heard - provided they fit the Registration Protocol. As for those who ‘do not belong’, his answer remained shrouded in sub-clauses and veiled clauses: transport, it appears, will be quiet and galactic in scope.
Outside the red-lit arch, protest surged. Holographic signs and chant-casts blazed “Refugees are welcome here”, as left-leaning Coherency units chained themselves to Port Varion’s mythic gate. The Social Mechanicum’s left flank grew visibly discontented; the old Rose Protocols of solidarity look thinner than ever. Meanwhile, Quorlax Prizmatron prowled the periphery halls, his mirror shields flashing, stirring crowds and promising an Albion ‘uncaged from overarching regulation’. Polls now indicate The Schism Spiral’s magnetic appeal is growing among the archipelago’s electorate.
The contest is far from settled. Strovnom’s personal index is historically low, budget plans dangle by a data thread and faint digital skirmishes flicker in the background. The hesitant Miraut Magistrion, city shepherd from Metroplex Grater Manastrat, gazes at the debate stage but is shuffled aside by protocol bots as ‘unwanted deviation’. The truth: United Albion’s pursuit of order increasingly collides with separatist momentum. The Congress - and perhaps the entire vaulted archipelago - longs for an antidote to mounting malaise and division.