Undercover_Agent_Broadcast;_EDGE_WORLDS_WIDE_TRANSMISSION

[Lythrilux]

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ID: Order_Agent_Doombringer
Location: ???
Encryption: Intense
Entry_ID: #002

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Report.

I will detail my journey to the Omicrons. As a Bretonian native myself, I had no issue posing as a pirate from the House itself. Creating a few cuts and scars here and there, I can fit the role of a criminal. I was slung onto the Prison Vessel with many other criminals, together we flew bound for Omicron Rho.

As one of the only female prisoners on the ship, some of the Core jailers gave me... Unsavoury looks. I didn't feel comfortable throughout the trip, and felt heavily on edge throughout.

Arriving at Durban Station gave me an odd sense of relief. I didn't want to be near those jailers for much longer. Half of us were let off the ship to undergo 'conditioning'. The other half? I do not know what their fate will be. I doubt I may ever see them again either. People go missing in the Omicrons. People go to hell in Omicron Rho. I've heard rumours from other operatives that The Core is quite fond of push the boundaries of experimentation, but I will make a conclusion on that matter myself if I get the opportunity to. Here's hoping to that.

Carrying on, and I advise any sensitive folk to refrain from reading at this point, we were all lead into a white-walled room. Fluorescent, white light glowed from every side, eliminating everyone's shadows. Even the floor and ceiling was white. It all sort of blended in, as if we were ink standing out on paper. The edges became invisible. You could barely separate the walls, ceiling and floor from each other.

Suddenly, figures emerged from all sides. Their clothing blending in with the environment itself, making it extremely difficult to distinguish them. They forcefully stripped off all our clothes and proceeded to savagely beat us. Our crimson blood stained the white floor, which at least allowed us to understand our surroundings, at the cost of our physical condition. Some of the other prisoners began to whimper and cry out, some even began to piss all over the floor in fear. Our tormenters taunted us without mercy. "You are nothing!" they yelled. "Sub-human scum!" they screamed. I would not be broken though. I remained steady, whilst not in body, but certainly in mind. Once the ordeal was over, anyone who was still alive was dragged onto the next stage of the programme.

I'll conclude my report here for now. I must admit, the memories of the event are starting to weigh on me slightly. I can't allow that to get in the way of my message.

Doombringer out.

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CLOSING_BROADCAST

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