Welcome to Myn’hool, a crime-ridden world on the fringe. A weak local government hides in its fortified compound while the streets are run by gangsters, evil space wizards, and general miscreants.

Myn’hool is a frontier planet under the rule of the Walpurgis Federation. Its only continent is mostly covered by a single metropolitan area. An automated train network crisscrosses the city, and most neighborhoods are clustered around a train station. The planetary government only really controls two areas of the city: The spaceport, on the eastern coast, and the Government Center, on the west coast.

The rest of Myn’hool’s only city is plagued by constant fighting between gangs, corporate security, and civilian militias. The gangs range from youthful troublemakers like the Kettu Gang to the local branch of the mafia-like Hundred Star Syndicate. Beyond that, police patrols are infrequent and gangs, corporate security, and civilian militias control their neighborhoods. Here, your gun is worth more than your life.

It wasn’t always like this. A century ago, Myn’hool was a promising place, the jewel of the frontier. Its extensive transit network kept pollution to a minimum while allowing quick and easy travel between the then-separate cities. The blue-water mineral extraction industry brought great wealth to the world, and the secondary manufacturing industry made goods plentiful and cheap.

Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever. Between the collapse of the galactic government and the wildly incompetent rulership of Governor Milo Beel, most companies pulled out of Myn’hool, and the social safety net was torn to shreds. Blocks of factories sit abandoned. Mineral extraction rigs sit out at sea, mostly inactive and rotting. Gangs run rampant, free from any concern about police retaliation.

Government Center

On the east coast, there is a complex of concrete buildings surrounded by two thick walls. This is “Government Center”, the brain and immune system of this sick planet. Armored guards carrying rifles patrol the walls, firing on any civilians who come too close. The street-level access has been sealed for years, but a rail link allows cargo and official passengers into Government Center.

The interior of Government Center is surprisingly luxurious. Artwork, either imported from off-world or created before Myn’hool’s descent into chaos, lines the walls. Plush, comfortable seating can be found in every room. In the basement, there is a large stockpile of alcohol and hallucinogens.

The guards and police of Myn’hool wear full-body armor and carry rifles. The sound of distant sirens is nearly constant in the city, though sightings of their cars and hoverbikes are fairly rare. In order to keep up the appearance of actually enforcing the law, the police have set up speaker systems around the city to periodically play police siren sounds.

The Spaceport

On the east coast of Myn’hool, there is a large concrete pad dotted with hangars, tanks, and spacecraft. A complex network of walkways and pipes extends from the spaceport to a naval dock, where ships offload materials extracted from the seabed.

There are two access points to the rail network from the spaceport: One, serviced by the automated passenger trains, and a second serviced by manned freight haulers. A dozen or so food vendors hang around the passenger terminal at any given time, selling meats of dubious provenance.

Due to chronic understaffing, the spaceport is a chaotic place, and most ships land wherever they think they can fit.

The Seleucia

The Seleucia is a Hound-class cargo hauler with enough horsepower to leave most customs patrols in its dust. Its captain, U’niz Zada, prefers to haul legitimate cargo, but sometimes the margin on illicit cargo is just too hard to resist.

Myn’hool News Network

MNN is the premier news network on Myn’hool, and operates out of an antenna-studded skyscraper in the central district. Four of the top five floors of the building are dedicated to MNN’s legitimate operations, but the fifth is a clandestine listening post run by the Commonwealth Intelligence Agency.

Squealers

Squealers is a dive bar located near one of the planet’s major transit stations. Its black door is outlined by red light strips, and its interior continues the black and red theme.

Gangs of Myn’hool

The Disciples

The Disciples are a small group of teenage scoundrels who stole a shipment of goods from another gang, which happened to include a tome of dark secrets. The Disciples use their horrific powers and intimidating visage to extort “protection money” from local shopkeepers, allowing them to focus most of their time on studying forbidden arts.

The Kettu Gang

The Kettu are small fish by local standards, consisting of a band of hooligans who just like to get into fights and break things. They can be found tearing around the surface streets on hoverbikes almost every night, tormenting civilians, vandalizing buildings and generally being obnoxious.

The Kettu Gang is based out of an old warehouse on the south side of the city. The warehouse has been extensively graffitied with bright sigils, slogans, and vulgar drawings. Inside is a large stock of tools, repair equipment, and illicit substances.

The Hundred-Star Syndicate

The most infamous criminal organization in the galaxy also has a foothold here, of course. The Hundred-Star Syndicate owns, in one sense or another, a large portion of Myn’hool’s southern slums. The rent from these buildings funds their more sinister operations. Primarily, this funding goes to their ongoing efforts to rebuild an abandoned jetbike factory into a functional but incognito weapons facility.

Making Money

Most parties will have little issue making money on Myn’hool. Major Yehil, the Commonwealth Intelligence Agency spy, is always looking for more on-the-ground intelligence and occasionally needs bugs planted or buildings blown up. Ben Keeg of the Hundred-Star Syndicate always needs things moved or, again, destroyed. The Disciples will gladly pay ridiculous amounts of money for anything that appears to be an artifact associated with evil space wizards or other figures of cruelty. The Kettu Gang likes to bet money on racing.

Afterword

Thanks for reading! I hope you and your players enjoy this awful planet and its gangs. Of course, if this planet is not to your taste, you can rip out the gangs and plop them down basically anywhere— Every inhabited planet in a scifi setting has hoverbike gangs, right?

-Garm

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