Dawnstar City.
Once a jewel of Sector Thirteen, now a festering wound in the Alpha Quadrant.
Unlike Centauri City—a shining monument of order and light—Dawnstar was a stain of lawlessness. Crimson smog clung to its skyline like blood on glass, and the endless hum of machinery blended with the screams of street hawkers and the distant crackle of energy weapons. Here, chaos wasn't an accident—it was tradition.
Governed, if one could call it that, by a fractured Grade Two faction, the city had devoured itself for centuries. Rival clans and criminal guilds carved their territories like wolves gnawing on the same carcass. The only law that mattered was power.
And today, through the shimmering portal at the city's eastern gate, a group of five stepped into that chaos.
