Welcome to Precinct 15!

Scattered about the tumbledown biodomes and old hab sites, a thriving labyrinth of commerce exists. Guilders preying upon the weak, generating a steady stream of credits for themselves. Meanwhile, the weak prey upon each other in a desperate struggle just to survive. Those smart enough, strong enough, or both, band together in gangs, fighting an endless turf war, scrapping for credits and whatever is there! And if the gunfire ever gets loud enough for the Arbitrators in their precinct house to hear, they will reign down fire and fury to crush the instigators and bring a moment of calm back to the streets.

Praise be to the Emperor!

Downhive in Precinct 15