Assassination of Primus Veyros

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Overlord Primus Veyros was more than just a ruler he was the iron fist of The Overlord Dominion, a tyrant whose vision for the galaxy was one of absolute control. Under his reign, entire star systems had been brought to their knees, their people forced into servitude, their cultures erased in the name of Dominion supremacy.

For decades, Veyros had stood unchallenged. His war machine spread like an infection, crushing resistance movements, dismantling rogue governments, and enforcing brutal order through sheer military dominance, but power breeds enemies, and whispers of his downfall had long echoed through the shadows. The resistance had grown bold, and The Galactic Justice, along with remnants of The Casualties of Mars, The Knights of Karock and The Zone Warriors, had decided that Veyros' reign would end—not in war, but in silence.

The decision was made. The Overlord had to die.

Veyros ruled from The Aegis Spire, an impenetrable Dominion station orbiting Tarkonis IV, one of the most heavily fortified worlds in the Dominion’s core systems.

The Aegis Spire was a mobile command citadel, a floating fortress of black alloy and planetary-class defence grids, outfitted with shield generators that could withstand bombardment from an entire fleet.

The station was surrounded by Dominion warships, automated defence drones, and a network of scanning satellites capable of detecting any unauthorized movement in Tarkonis space. A direct attack was impossible, as the station’s shields could only be brought down from within, so the assassin’s entry had to be silent, precise, and undetectable.

The plan was built on deception, requiring several moving parts across multiple systems to succeed. Weeks before the assassination, resistance hackers embedded a false security override code into Dominion logistics systems, creating a temporary blind spot in the Spire’s automated tracking system.

A Dominion cargo vessel, delivering high-priority war supplies, was compromised and repurposed. The assassins embedded themselves within the ship’s hull hidden among energy cells and munitions, their life signatures masked by decoy transmitters. As the cargo ship was cleared for entry, the blind spot in the station’s scanner grid activated, granting a narrow window for the assassins to move undetected and within minutes, they had breached the Spire’s interior.

The corridors of The Aegis Spire were built for intimidation monolithic steel hallways, bathed in cold red lighting, lined with Dominion elite guards, each a veteran of countless planetary conquests. The assassins moved like shadows, bypassing security checkpoints using stolen access codes, planting disruptors along key surveillance routes, and systematically eliminating isolated personnel with no trace left behind.

Each step was calculated. Every action was rehearsed.

They reached The Overlord’s chamber level, an inner sanctum fortified with energy barriers, biometric scanners, and a personal guard battalion. Direct combat was not an option

The Overlord's personal force would overwhelm them before they reached their target. Instead, they turned to deception. The Dominion’s own security system became their greatest weapon.

The final phase of the assassination was a meticulously timed cascade of events, designed to cripple the station’s response time and leave The Overlord isolated at the moment of the strike. A controlled power disruption overloaded the station’s internal security scanners, rendering the Overlord’s private quarters temporarily unmonitored.

A holographic transmission, forged to mimic a distress call from a neighbouring Dominion fleet, was routed through the station’s command relay, drawing security forces away from The Overlord’s location. With the guards repositioned, the assassins used an overridden maintenance shaft to bypass the final security perimeter and gain access to the Overlord’s chamber. Inside, The Overlord remained unaware of his fate, deep in tactical briefings and Dominion war strategy.

The strike was instantaneous and merciless. A compressed molecular disruption charge, placed beneath The Overlord’s primary command chair, detonated precisely at the moment he engaged a Dominion fleetwide transmission broadcasting his final moments across the Dominion’s entire high-command network.

His body was instantly torn apart on a quantum level, vaporized into nothingness, leaving behind only the scorched remnants of his Armor and a distorted echo of his voice across the comm channels. The Overlord of the Dominion had been erased.

With The Overlord’s death, alarms shrieked through the station, triggering a full-scale lockdown. Emergency response teams flooded the corridors, security protocols were overridden, and escape routes began to close, but the assassins had already accounted for this. The station’s primary docking bay was rigged with a cascading EMP detonation, forcing The Dominion to manually reboot critical systems before pursuing escape vessels.

The hacked cargo ship, which had delivered the assassins to the station, remained cloaked under an internal defence protocol, allowing them to extract unnoticed amidst the chaos.

By the time The Dominion recovered control of the station, the assassins were already gone, disappearing into the void of Tarkonis space.

The Dominion’s most powerful ruler had been killed within the heart of his own fortress, and the perpetrators had vanished without a trace.

The assassination of Primus Veyros sent shockwaves through The Dominion.

Without its tyrannical leader, The Dominion’s chain of command fractured, as warlords, governors, and admirals turned on one another in a desperate bid for power. Entire fleets splintered into rival factions, some remaining loyal to the Dominion’s ideals, while others saw an opportunity to carve out their own rule.

The resistance seized its moment, launching coordinated strikes across Dominion-occupied worlds, liberating entire star systems in a matter of weeks. For the first time in centuries, the Dominion was no longer an unstoppable force Instead, it was a crumbling empire, its once-mighty fleets divided, its influence weakened, and its enemies emboldened.

The assassination had not merely ended the life of a tyrant—it had set the course for the Dominion’s eventual downfall.

No official claim for the assassination was ever made. Rumours spread through the cosmos, that The Galactic Justice had orchestrated it, seeing Veyros as a threat to the balance of power. Another rumour had it that The Casualties of Mars avenged their fallen home world, striking at the leader who once sought their extinction. Even conspiring rumours emerged, that The Knights of Karock using their hidden network, had single handily removed The Overlord before he could discover their growing resurgence.

But the truth? The true identity of the assassins remains unknown, buried beneath layers of deception, false leads, and erased records. The Overlord had died and his Dominion had fallen. Somewhere in the vastness of space his executers watched waiting for what would come next. Because dear listener, the war for the galaxy,

it was far from over. It had only, just begun.