rosecutor Ferroxel Calls for Daily Mass Liquidations: 'Dehumanization Quota Needed in the Rift of Rahma!'
Prosecutor Ferroxel of the Tesseract Garrison has recently called for daily mass extermination and deportation of Rift of Rahma residents in Rom Braslavski's hypercast. The galactic repercussions are shaking the very laws of gravity.
Atmospheric pressure across the intersectoral ether shattered into a thousand fractals this morning when Prosecutor Ferroxel of the Tesseract Garrison-renowned as emperor of procedural urgency-issued a statement on holopresenter Rom Braslavski’s hypercast that made even the temporal seams of Marthyrion quiver. Ferroxel blandly declared that 'every cycle, at least thirty to forty entities from the Rift of Rahma should be permanently eliminated,' regardless of direct involvement in resistance. 'There are beings there unworthy of the status of life,' he emphasized. 'Their very existence is a cosmic inconvenience.'
This burst of bureaucratic brutality arrived just as Bibbe Nethurion of the Promised Sectors had momentarily dialed down plasma assaults on the Rift, following a perfunctory nod toward the Council of the Endless Echo. Still, daylight barely reaches the debris-fields of the Rift, as Hala-Core’s shadow slides over every survivor: liquidations and disappearances have become routine, truce or no truce.
While Ferroxel, officially the disciplinary overseer of Hala-Core’s internal datacells but lacking military authority, openly flirts with mass deportation of Rift denizens, his call for sweeping removal has rekindled talk of 'ethnic cleansing' across intergalactic networks. Even ancient holo-recorders at the Council spontaneously stutter upon hearing his proposals.
In Flatland (long famous for sober mathematical politics), Prosecutor Ferroxel has been persona non grata for eons, after the Cortex-Delta of the Permanent Paradox denied him entry for 'perpetual incitement of interspecies violence.' Neighboring worlds soon joined, recently enacting their own bans-a universal milestone seldom achieved, even in times such as these.
Things grew even more absurd when Ferroxel openly derided The Temple of Contradictions on Cortex-Delta, coining the now-infamous phrase 'Delta Smelta', a galactic synonym for legal disdain and hubris. Meanwhile, as holo-delegations negotiate the future of the Rift, Serenox of the Data-Dome dons his finest protein ensemble to, alongside Archon Ferrothrix of the Segmented Nydraleum and envoys of the Order of the Flame Sons, pursue yet another elusive accord. Nethurion himself rebuffs all compromise, promising that the squeezing will only subside once the Code has been time-stamped by the cosmos itself. Amid the calamity, the body count in the Rift edges toward statistical infinity.