New Vance City

The Command Nexus perches precariously atop the shattered remains of a skeletal skyscraper's upper floors—the jagged crown of Skullcrack Hold. This dimly lit chamber pulses with chaotic energy, where raider chieftains gather amid scavenged tech and salvaged data caches to plot their next violent moves. Flickering holo-displays hover above makeshift tables cluttered with hacked comms gear, busted drones, and crude weapon schematics. Jumbled feeds from cracked comms arrays spit intercepted chatter from the Perimeter Watch and rival gangs, feeding the Hold’s ever-shifting power plays. Here, raw ambition and desperation merge—each plan a gamble for scarce resources, each order a call to bloodshed. Information is as precious as ammo, and ruthlessness is the only law. The Command Nexus is the pulsing, chaotic brain of Skullcrack Hold’s war machine—a strategic nerve center held together by desperation, betrayal, and the brutal will to survive.

The Command Nexus is a fractured war room carved from ruin—walls patched with warped steel plates and wiring snarled like venomous snakes. Neon and flickering propane lamps cast jittery shadows over battered holo-projectors that sputter in the stale, oily air. Tangled comms arrays buzz with static, their cracked lenses reflecting shards of green and red light onto the stained concrete floor littered with spent rounds, grease-smudged schematics, and shattered mech parts. Raider leaders, wrapped in patchwork armor gleaming with rust and scavenged circuitry, lean over battered consoles, their faces gaunt and eyes sharp beneath grime-slicked goggles. The hum of hacked electronics melds with distant roars of war rigs revving below, while faint echoes of intercepted radio chatter drift through the stale atmosphere. Despite the disorder, the Nexus thrums with tense purpose—an island of control in the lawless chaos of Skullcrack Hold.