New Vance City

Buried deep within the Main Filtration Plant, the Pressure Regulation Control Room is the facility’s cerebral cortex—a fortified nexus where every drip, surge, and sluice of the city's water flow is dictated with militant precision. Access requires biometric clearance and dual encryption keys, and even then, only the most trusted Hegemony engineers are permitted beyond its reinforced bulkhead. Inside, technicians operate under constant watch, adjusting pressure nodes and rerouting flow channels to maintain equilibrium across New Vance’s rust-choked infrastructure. The room is more than a technical hub; it’s a weapon of control. A miscalibrated valve could rupture a district’s pipeline, flood a rebel hideout, or cut supply entirely. Valve himself is rumored to review its data feeds directly. As a result, the room is defended like a war bunker—its failure would mean systemic collapse, not just of pressure, but of power itself.

A steel-clad chamber buzzes with fluorescent gloom and static tension. Dozens of wall-mounted pressure gauges twitch beside tangled webs of insulated piping and thick control valves. Workstations ring the room, each glowing with monochrome schematics and real-time flow metrics. Overhead, armored vents drip with condensation, and every sound—the hiss of release valves, the hum of servers—is sharp, deliberate, and inescapably tense.