Below is the first part of the backstory according to my perspective, cause biased to the Exiles but I felt we all needed something more to explain why the heck all of us are heading to Nexus. Ties in quite well with what Carbine have released so far and the story has a darker feel to it than my previous, as you will see. First is a narrative, then a related short story then the Dominion angle on the story. Part 2 will be more Exile fleet centric Brightland had stoked the fire of the rebellion but the heated embers had been there for some time, waiting for a catalyst to fuel the flames. People of all races had been unhappy with over-taxation, artistic repression, resource seizure, and the jack boot politics of the Dominion. They resented their elitist ways and the 'mightier than thou' attitude of the upper ranks, of their 'knowing' what was best for every individual and then crushing the opinions of others who dared to speak out. Prison populations had skyrocketed in the last few years on Cassus and most were sent to distant mining colonies for resource capture where they often sustained life ending injuries. A 'fair trial' on Cassus was a long forgotten practice and computer algorithms now took the place of the judge and jury. Some of the accused never even got a voice in their trial, having been marked as noisy troublemakers their voicebox at the back of the throat, or Larynx, was disabled by micro surgery. Those who were left that could speak explained the process to others simply by saying the prisoner had visited 'Larry'. Younger people faced little choice other than joining the Dominion military to be able to support their families. Cassus population density levels had reached breaking point with only wastelands left for the poor and impoverished masses. While the middle classes struggled to survive in an endless cycle of work at manufacturing facilities in the well policed central cities. Modern medical science had created elitist population centers in the wealthy major cities where strict birth controls and extended lifespans meant the ruling classes (or Highborn) could bask indefinitely in the worship of their own glorious self centered lifestyles. Essentially the Dominion offered a luxurious everlasting life with all you could ever want, to those willing to devote themselves unquestionably to the extremist, corrupt and tyrannical ways of the leadership. To the point that some in the Dominion military replaced the term 'Retirement' the words of 'The Cassus Rebirth'. In reality it was impossible to discern how many Dominion soldiers actually retired, as communication between these luxurious cities and the rest of Cassus was almost non existent and always heavily filtered. Of course the Dominion had been cunning in repressing any kind of a rebellion for a long time, citizens of Cassus still had rights, its just that they could not afford to exercise any of their rights. Fees, regulations, fines and taxation charges were imposed on virtually everything. Technically you could still own and drive a personal transport but practically few could afford to keep a vehicle up with the strict regulations and astronomical fuel prices. The annual average commute expenses for a personal vehicle cost more than combined housing costs for two years. Dominion control of the media streams on the planet meant they could effectively sway public opinion in almost every aspect with fake lottery wins and false news stories reaffirming their predictions and actions. Censorship was barely needed as the costs for broadcasting were phenomenal and only affordable by the mega corporations that supported the Dominion regime. Legions of Dominion psychologists and analysts worked 24/7 to determine what the people 'needed' to hear on the news, entertainment and science channels. In the few waking hours out of a day left for recreation the people of Cassus could only participate in activities approved by the Regime, video games with a heavy Pro-Dominion theme, snack foods with questionable additives and community meetings which always had a majority Dominion favored presence at them. For anyone other than a sworn soldier of the Dominion or those Highborn into the upper most elite class of the planet, life was like a hard slog, uphill, through dense undergrowth, in a monsoon with a dozen snakes chasing them. Most spent whatever time they had left after working double shifts to just simply hold their loved ones close and hope for better times. The Dominion Regime had turned mass population control into a science, which they performed with supreme accurately across the globe. The whole system had become so intertwined, autonomous and massive that there was simply no space left on the planet to avoid it. Every image a citizen viewed, every word they heard from the media, every ounce of protein they consumed and every lung full of air they inhaled all bore the mark of the Dominion.