Underground Subway Tunnels

Underground Subway Tunnels
Subterranean Network – Multi-Faction Territory

Beneath the cracked streets and fractured towers of New Vance sprawls the Subway Undernet—a decaying labyrinth of rusted rails, collapsed platforms, and echoing service corridors known as the @Underground Subway Tunnels. It’s older than the Collapse, older than all of the city’s factions, and like everything in New Vance, it’s been claimed and reclaimed until its original purpose is a ghost of a memory. Now, it’s a living artery where commerce, violence, and infection flow in equal measure.

The upper tunnels are barely controlled—lit by scavenged floodlamps and flickering AR billboards patched into ancient control panels. Solar Guardians hold radiant checkpoints near surface exits, their burn-beams cutting down threats before they reach the streets. Hydro Hegemony leak teams prowl the drainage veins, sabotaging rival filtration lines. Shadow Syndicate smugglers operate hidden black-market kiosks in forgotten ticket halls, cloaking deals in glitchware.

The deeper you descend, the stranger—and more dangerous—it becomes. Gear Rats turn old railcars into moving forges, hammering scrap into weapons on the go. Static Cultists whisper sermons between bursts of feedback from broken intercoms, their copper-threaded implants twitching in the dark. Raiders carve drug dens into abandoned service rooms, graffiti-marked with warnings no sane scavver ignores. Shamblers wander through it all like background noise—slow, relentless hazards that neither choose sides nor recognize boundaries.

And then there are the Silent Walkers. They drift through the deepest levels without disturbance, moving between shambler clusters and warzones alike as though none of it exists. No one knows what they’re looking for, but everyone agrees: if they’re watching you, it’s already too late to matter.

The Subway Undernet isn’t just a relic—it’s the city’s shadow, a crucible where every faction’s ambitions, grudges, and desperation collide. Down here, there are no borders, no treaties—only the tunnels, and the things that hunt them.