The Cosmic Chronicle

Stardate 4422.292 - On more than 2,700 sites across the half-ring world of Orbital Prime and its surrounding segments, millions joined this cycle's Procession of the Free Spirits. From Aurora Cacophonia’s spiraling towers to the neon-hazed walkways of Chikaris Node, the mass of protest was unprecedented: mirror masks glinted on market floors, exo-cloaks shimmered beneath the bioluminescent domes of Symposia Greenamphora, and even in the ancient archives of Port Quastralum, bright clusters assembled.

Organizers estimate over seven million participants. The atmosphere was hypnotically festive, punctuated by sardonic holograms of Drumpf rotating as royal caricature above the crowds. The cause? Rising unrest over the autocratic behavior of Supreme Commander Drumpf - whom many accuse of acting like a cosmic despot. The call for new self-determination resonated strongly, with harsh critique of the current migration regime. In hubs like Chikaris Node and Symposia Greenamphora, the visible patrol of The Order of Prismatic Response Suits only fueled determination.

In Stellar Capital’s floating forums, Grand Elder Jol Bibor addressed the multitude in his disheveled shadow-light, flanked by notables from The Equinox Coalition of the Silent Ranks. Qarnok the Old Voice broadcast a torrent of nanomedical oratory, while holo-music spun a near-religious fever into the gathering. No less pointed were Qarnok’s accusations toward Elar von der Tusk, Draxis Velnor and Datamoncer Zorvak Nullmind - powers alleged to twist Federation systems for their own profit and datastreams.

Across Polyclade Zenith’s vapor corridors and Port Quastralum’s memory towers, protest marches morphed into carnivals of absurd costuming - chickens, jellyfish, and satirical holo-Drumpfs became the day’s standard-bearers. The Order of Prismatic Response Suits limited their involvement to parade protocol, their rainbow lens-studded suits scanning the crowd intently.

Drumpf himself was notably absent from Stellar Capital, ensconced in his Aurora Vault alongside the Synodal Cumulus Assembly of his most loyal MOPGA disciples. Even here, beneath the gold-lit plinth of his cube, a modest cluster of demonstrators brandished broken-mirror signs. In a recent Echo of the Golden Mouth broadcast, Drumpf, lips pursed into his video screen, denied any regal pretensions. Within his own ranks, the Procession was branded a 'Hate-Orbital rally.' Yet on the streets, collective strength and a longing to finally consign the crown to the Museum of Banished Symbols remain the true dominant images.