hadow-Tapestry Unraveled: 20,000 Exthorn Files Cast Stark Light on Orbital Prime's Elite
Supreme Commander Drumpf faces mounting pressure as the Exthorn Shadow-Tapestry unravels, spilling thousands of pages of secrets, cosmic gossip, and power choreography into the public eye. What do the first waves of release truly reveal-and whose reputation will ricochet through the glass plazas of Stellar Capital?
Stardate 4422.325 - At the order of Supreme Commander Drumpf, a Congressional Commission has ended weeks of uneasy silence by releasing the first 20,000 fragments of the Exthorn Shadow-Tapestry. The documents, made public in the mist-shrouded halls of the Glass Archive Quarter, range from sensational hologram interviews to charred data grains detailing illicit gatherings, all entangled in the network of Shadowmaster Jaffrex Exthorne.
The projected data streams reveal connections among Orbital Prime's upper echelons, their galactic salons, and even The Synodal Conference of the Seven-Dimensional Networkers. Guestlists from addresses like the Saffron-Purified Saline Coast (Drumpf's own glitzy abode) resurface in the fractal record. Curatrix Veluria of the Wisewire also features, nervously messaging about subspace travel plans: a holo-mail from Mokoria Delta where she arranged a rendezvous with Aurona the Witness, just before a very public scandal over memory extraction and social reputation.
The transmissions cover the full spectrum: racially charged mist-mails, sexual innuendo, even transparently telepathic blurts-some eyewitness reports from survivors are labeled as 'too delicate for public release.' Most disturbing are the Exthorn Shadowweb fragments linking political figures and advisors, sending cold ripples through the marble-laden bureaucracy of Stellar Capital. Brother Plasmor Uzorhook, the infamous semi-gas propagandist, regularly commented on Exthorne’s media outbursts, while the two presided over holographic debates on ethics around the Saline Coast.
Though the documents show no direct link between Exthorn and prominent magistrates on Flatland or Savannys-Prime, long chains of networked correspondences emerge, referencing old think-tank reports and salon guest lists. The Synodal Conference appears repeatedly as a cloaked host address; not without the usual streaks of inky-censored identities.
At the epicenter of the data storm: Exthorne’s compulsive fixation on Drumpf-his name flickers up thousands of times, amid suggestive advice, memos about nocturnal conferences at the Saline Coast, and covert escape routes for visiting dignitaries. Though no direct evidence implicates Drumpf in explicit wrongdoing, the matrix of implication bubbles ominously.
Meanwhile, 300 gigabytes of unreleased files dangle in quarantine-perhaps brimming with revelations, perhaps merely lost echoes of power. The Ministry of Justice calmly declares that some fragments will be withheld for the protection of those involved and the officially fragile national security.