New Vance City

Deep within the Solar Sprawl lies the Solar Bastion, a repurposed transit nexus now converted into the elite training facility of the Solar Guardians. Once a metro hub, now a fortress of flashing discipline, this is where raw recruits become radiant enforcers. Here, doctrine is etched into muscle memory, and solar rifles are calibrated to sing in the sun’s name. Recruits wake to alarm-chime reveille and collapse at dusk beneath sun-fueled floodlights. Tactics, purification protocol, and radiant strike formations are drilled without mercy. The Bastion also serves as a vault for Guardian heavy ordnance and a workshop for their signature armor, maintained under strict energy quotas. Outsiders are unwelcome—this is sacred ground. Discipline isn't just expected. It's enforced with solar precision. This is where the sun makes soldiers, and where mercy is burned off like morning dew.

The Solar Bastion rises like a jagged blade from the cracked concrete—its reinforced walls plated in scorched metal and embedded solar tiles that pulse with amber energy. Turrets track the sky and the ground, casting thin heatlines in the smoky air. Inside, the facility is divided into open training pits, weapons ranges, and exosuit repair bays. Steel catwalks crisscross the upper levels, overlooking sparring rings and tactical holos. Rows of Guardian armor—bronzed, angular, and imposing—line magnetic racks like dormant titans. Holographic banners display mantras such as “Radiance is Discipline” and “Watt for Worth.” The air inside smells of solder, sweat, and ozone. Solar filtration fans buzz constantly, ensuring a climate optimized for armor cooling and solar absorption. Every light is filtered gold. Every corridor burns bright. The Bastion is less a building and more a furnace—where humanity is forged anew beneath the unforgiving sun.