MERIDIAN DOCKLANDS
The city's freight throat. Cranes, customs, and whatever the seals miss.
“Every cargo gets discussed twice on this dock — once true, once for the manifest.”
OVERVIEW
The city's freight throat. Bonded warehouses shoulder container stacks along a canal the maps stopped naming; crane booms rake the skyline and drop their shadows across customs queues that move at the speed of a bribe. The Freemarket holds the surface, Directorate 9 holds the seals, and everything the seals don't catch moves through the slips below the crane line after dark.
ATMOSPHERE
SOUND
Crane servos ratcheting under load, tram couplings, canal water slapping pilings
SMELL
Salt-rot and diesel bilge, hot grease from the turntable pit, cold bonded iron
LIGHT
Sodium floods on the crane line; customs white over the inspection aprons
KEY LOCATIONS
- —Meridian Lock
- —Bonded Warehouses
- —Customs Aprons
- —Turntable Pit
- —Dockers' Bar
- —The Slips
NOTABLE AGENTS
No named agents documented.
FACTIONS
- —Freemarket
- —Directorate 9