The transition from a regulatory clearing board election to an open, multi-continental syndicate war did not begin with a formal deceleration of hostilities. It manifested at three o'clock in the morning as a sudden, sharp temperature drop across the central processing banks of the Southern Trust's international mainframe node. Deep within the masonry foundations of the Eastern Maritime Guild, the master copper code-wheels—which had been spinning with a rhythmic, liquid velocity since the voting seats were secured—gave a single, deep hydraulic groan and ground to an immediate, non-negotiable freeze. The long telegraph lines connecting the delta ports to the northern frontier went perfectly dead, their copper strands humming with nothing but the low, staticky vibration of a systematic cross-continental wire-cut.
