New Vance City

Once a pre-Collapse energy farm, the Central Solar Array is now the sanctified heart of the Solar Sprawl—a radiant expanse overseen by the Solar Guardians. This array isn’t just infrastructure; it’s sacred ground. Energy harvested here powers purification units, medical stations, even defensive drones. Everything that survives in the Sprawl survives because of this place. Patrols clad in bronze-plated exosuits roam the fields, scanning for shadowy saboteurs or reckless scavvers. Citizens speak of the array in hushed reverence, calling it “The Furnace” or “The Lightbed.” Maintenance is a ritual, scheduled with military precision. Any attempt to siphon energy is treated as heresy. Captain Anya Brights has declared the Array “the city's last sunrise,” and her doctrine is etched into solar pylons like scripture. Step out of line, and the light will judge you.

The Central Solar Array stretches like a mirror-scattered sea across the crumbling rooftops and cracked lots of the Sprawl. Polished heliotropic panels—some new, others scavenged and fused from old-world tech—angle themselves skyward in perfect synchrony, catching what little sun filters through the smog-choked heavens. Occasional gusts of wind ripple across the field, causing dust devils to twist between sensor towers and voltage pylons. Glowing conduit lines snake through the cracked asphalt, pulsing amber with the beat of captured energy. Guardian technicians in white-gold hazard suits conduct inspections from angular scaffolds that jut out like solar crucifixes. Watchtowers shaped like inverted obelisks loom along the array’s perimeter, each outfitted with rotating searchlamps and drone hives. From above, it looks like a metallic cathedral built to worship the sun—silent, blinding, and divine.