New Voltaire City - Sector 17 - "The Fenwick Yard"

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The Fenwick Yard, named after the city's original architect, Leonard Fenwick, lies in the northeastern district of Voltaire, known as Sector-17. Sector-17 was originally designed as an industrial area, but as SynthCorp's influence grew, it evolved into a hub of clandestine activities.

In its early days, the Fenwick Yard was a bustling, prosperous hub of transportation, playing a vital role in the city's growth. It connected Voltaire with mainland cities, ferrying people and goods to and from the island. It was during this era that Leonard Fenwick, fascinated by the industrial might of the trainyard, crafted a miniature replica of it, now a cherished relic in the city's archives.

With SynthCorp's rise to power, the Yard's role transformed. While it remained an active freight hub, it was heavily fortified and integrated into the corporation's surveillance network, becoming a critical asset to their operations. SynthCorp utilized the Yard to import raw materials for their technological wonders, and, under the cover of darkness, export controversial products, such as bio-augmented slaves, to overseas markets.

As the city's atmosphere darkened, so too did the Yard. What was once a symbol of industrial might and connection, turned into a cold, steel graveyard of rusting locomotives and grim laborers. The heavy rain, a constant companion, painted the Yard in a perpetual gloom, the harsh spotlights from the surveillance tower the only source of illumination.

Yet, the Fenwick Yard also became a beacon of hope. It was here that the underground resistance found a lifeline to the outside world. Underneath the ironclad tracks, hidden compartments in outbound trains carried messages of SynthCorp's atrocities, connecting the rebels within Voltaire to allies on the mainland.

The Fenwick Yard stands today as a stark reminder of Voltaire's past and a symbol of its oppressed future. Despite the incessant surveillance and the chilling rains, the sparks of rebellion refuse to be extinguished. It is a place of quiet defiance, where the ghostly echoes of the past blend with the secretive whispers of a brighter tomorrow.