
Xing Hong
Xing Hong (煋鴻) is Mars’s largest independent settlement and the only truly neutral territory in the Sol System. Located on the Hellas Basin’s northern rim, the city secured its independence in 2283 through Prefect Dilinur Altai’s diplomatic maneuvering, leveraging factional rivalries to ensure no single power could claim it without triggering opposition from the others.
Four major factions maintain permanent presence: the Imperium, Alliance, Directorate, and Covenant each hold influence over designated districts through appointed Deputies. The city’s governing philosophy is simple: keep rent low, keep food cheap, keep people alive. The rest can wait. With a population of 2.3 million, Xing Hong stands as a monument to pragmatic survival in a system torn by ideological warfare.
Once an Imperium of Dragons territory, Xing Hong’s ethnic composition reflects its colonial heritage. Imperial (East Asians) comprise 55% of residents, with Valorans at 13%, Maridians at 15%, Djinno at 4%, and Novians at 2%. The remaining 10% consists of Nordling refugees who came seeking shelter on Mars after the Fenris Horde seized control of the Nordic Commonwealth governing Jupiter’s moons.
Constable
The Constables are Xing Hong’s street-level law enforcement, a familiar sight across all six districts. They patrol markets, respond to domestic disputes, investigate crimes, and make arrests. Those are the daily work of keeping two million people from killing each other in a city where four rival factions maintain permanent presence.
Their uniform consists of black fitted longcoats over tactical underlayers, with gold circuitry embroidery tracing traditional patterns along the sleeves and lapels. Standard equipment includes the Raiden shock katana, an electrified blade capable of non-lethal incapacitation or lethal force depending on power settings. The weapon serves both practical and symbolic purposes: visible authority without the aggressive posture of firearms, effective for close-quarters work in Xing Hong’s crowded streets and corridors.
Recruitment draws from all four major factions, requiring candidates to formally suspend factional allegiance during their service. This creates an unusual brotherhood: former Covenant zealots patrolling alongside ex-Directorate soldiers, Imperial defectors working shifts with Alliance veterans. The oath ceremony involves placing one’s Nucleus Watch into a ceremonial lockbox for twenty-four hours. A symbolic death of old loyalties before rebirth as Xing Hong’s own. Many find the transition difficult. Some find it liberating.
Constables learn quickly that “neutral law” means different things in different districts. Eagle District expects them to defer to corporate security. Dragon District expects them to look the other way on minor infractions. The Slum District expects nothing at all. Veterans develop an instinct for reading which rules apply where, and when to enforce the letter of the law versus its spirit. The unofficial motto, passed from senior officers to rookies: “Keep them alive. Keep them calm. Keep walking.”


Blackcoat
闇衣衛
When Constables call for backup, the Blackcoats answer. Named for their heavier black greatcoats sporting decorative gold embroidery, Blackcoats serve as Xing Hong’s dedicated defensive infantry and psionic enforcers. They deploy during Radi-Mon incursions, large-scale civil unrest, and any situation requiring coordinated firepower or supernatural authority.
Standard Blackcoats
The backbone of Xing Hong’s defense. Their primary weapon is the Kowloon-7 Gauss Rifle, a semi-automatic precision weapon manufactured in Lion District. The rifle emphasizes accuracy and stopping power over rate of fire, designed for disciplined volley fire from defensive positions. An integrated bayonet attachment allows Blackcoats to hold their ground when enemies close to melee range.
Blackcoat doctrine centers on formation discipline: they train to hold lines, establish overlapping fields of fire, and maintain cohesion under pressure. Individual heroics are discouraged; coordinated defense is everything. Recruits undergo eight weeks of intensive formation drilling before ever touching live ammunition. The training philosophy is simple: the line holds, or everyone dies.
The unit earned its reputation during the 2295 Fenris assault on Dragon District. When Skarn’s forces breached the outer defenses, Blackcoat formations held defensive lines for six hours until Alliance reinforcements arrived. Their volley fire cut down wave after wave of Bone Fiends attempting to breach civilian shelters near the Slumbering Mantis Inn.
Unlike Constables, Blackcoats maintain permanent garrison posts rather than walking beats. Phoenix District’s government tower, the water treatment facilities, the atmospheric processors. Anywhere that Xing Hong cannot afford to lose.
Psionic Blackcoats
The elite tier. Selection is merciless: from an average of ninety thousand annual applicants, exactly six are chosen each year. Candidates must demonstrate psionic aptitude and the psychological profile the order requires.
Psionic Blackcoats serve as judges, executioners, and advisors. Their authority derives from abilities most citizens will never possess. In combat, they favor the complementary disciplines of Void and Eclipse psionics—destruction and preservation wielded in equal measure. Their preferred weapons include traditional warstaffs, Psi Fans for spell amplification, and reinforced fist weapons for close-quarters work, alongside standard Blackcoat armaments when formation fighting is required.
Doctrine on Intimacy
Unlike celibate martial orders elsewhere in the Seven Realms, Blackcoats operate under a doctrine refined by generations of Prefects who understood that repression breeds weakness. Members are permitted to indulge animalistic desires, including sexual ones, as frequently as they wish. The sole restriction: such indulgences must occur exclusively through legally sponsored Leased Lilies. Senior Blackcoats receive officially sanctioned discount coupons.
The Emotional Prohibition
What Psionic Blackcoats are forbidden—absolutely and without exception—is emotional attachment of any kind. Not romantic love. Not familial bonds. Not friendship, loyalty, or sentimental regard for colleagues. This prohibition exists because Psionic Blackcoats must be capable of the cruelest decisions Xing Hong demands. When justice requires a mother’s execution, the Psionic Blackcoat must swing the blade without hesitation. When a beloved mentor turns traitor, the Psionic Blackcoat must be the one who kills them. The order cannot afford practitioners whose judgment might waver when faced with destroying someone they care about.
Any Psionic Blackcoat found developing affection, exhibiting emotional weakness, or engaging in sexual relations with colleagues faces immediate consequences: rank revoked, income forfeit, permanent banishment from Xing Hong. The city has no use for Blackcoats who remember how to love.
Open to Outsiders
Despite their reputation as Xing Hong’s most ruthless institution, the Blackcoats maintain a remarkably open stance toward outsiders. All ethnicities are welcome to apply, and the order actively favors non-Imperial candidates for leadership positions—a policy designed to prevent any single faction from claiming undue influence over the city’s defenders.
The majority of current Psionic Blackcoats are immigrants: Valorans fleeing Covenant rigidity, Maridians seeking opportunity beyond Directorate borders, Novians escaping Alliance corporate exploitation, and countless others drawn by the promise that merit alone determines advancement. This inclusive philosophy serves practical ends as much as idealistic ones. Immigrants who sever ties to their homelands make ideal candidates for an order that demands the abandonment of all emotional bonds. Those who have already left everything behind find it easier to let go of what remains.
Leadership Pipeline
Nearly every Prefect and Seneschal in Xing Hong’s history served as a Blackcoat before ascending to administrative roles. Dilinur Altai rose through the psionic tier, her Eclipse abilities honed during years of service before she assumed the Prefect’s office. Kenji Tsudo climbed through standard ranks, his tactical acumen and unwavering discipline earning him the Seneschal position without a trace of psionic talent. Both were celebrated members before assuming their current positions.




Radi-Human
核種人
The term “Radi-Human” in contemporary usage refers to something far more refined. Between 2282 and 2283, the geneticist Meiya Ji perfected what earlier scientists had only approximated. Her third-generation Radi-Humans are fully biological, grown from human genetic material in specialized breeding chambers. They reach biological maturity at age nineteen within nineteen months of gestation, emerging as complete adults. Upon reaching twenty-five—or upon losing their virginity, whichever occurs first—their aging halts entirely. They possess accelerated learning capabilities, exceptional physical fitness, powerful psionic potential, and cognitive function that outpaces baseline humanity by significant margins. The same research that created them also produced the theoretical foundation for Radi-Mon bioengineering, a connection that haunts public perception of both.
These advantages carry severe costs. Third-generation Radi-Humans exhibit pronounced emotional instability and an elevated predisposition toward psychotic episodes. Most notably, they develop intense, often uncontrollable sexual fixation on individuals they form attachments to. Due to Meiya Ji’s personal network, the majority of surviving Radi-Humans are of Imperial (East Asian) ethnicity, though specimens of other backgrounds exist where factions have acquired and modified her methods through espionage or theft.
Public attitudes toward Radi-Humans remain deeply divided. Progressive voices herald them as humanity’s evolutionary future, proof that biological limitations need not define the species. In Inner Sol, however, the predominant view is far grimmer. The realm’s substantial Buddhist population regards Radi-Humans as living evidence that the Age of Declining Dharma has arrived—that humanity’s brightest minds have finally transgressed the natural order beyond redemption. To them, the ability to manufacture superhumans from harvested genetic material represents the same hubris that spawned the Radi-Mon hordes: the wisdom of ancestors abandoned, the sanctity of life profaned, and the doom of civilization authored by those who believed themselves above consequence.


Genbu
玄武
The Genbu is Xing Hong’s primary armored transport, a one-of-a-kind vehicle that has become as much a symbol of the city’s independence as the golden phoenix on its flag. Named after the Black Tortoise of Chinese and Japanese mythology, the vehicle earns its title through sheer stubbornness—it was built to survive, and twelve years later, it’s still rolling.
The design prioritizes protection over speed or elegance. Heavy black armor plating covers every surface, with gold trim tracing the edges in what engineers insist is “traditional aesthetic choice” rather than vanity. The interior accommodates a full Blackcoat squad plus additional personnel—up to nineteen people—with bench seating along both walls and weapon racks between them. A roof-mounted turret provides suppressive fire during hot extractions, while reinforced treads handle the Hellas Basin’s rocky terrain and Dragon District’s debris-choked streets with equal reliability.
Operational on almost any planet or moon in the Seven Realms, the Genbu’s origins are the subject of persistent rumor and official denial. Its hybrid design bears unmistakable resemblance to both Alliance Space Rover mobility systems and Imperium Draconic Engine armor configurations that Prefect Dilinur has always attributed to “convergent engineering principles.” Whatever its true lineage, the vehicle proved instrumental during the 2283 Independence War, breaking through Imperium blockades that should have crushed the fledgling city-state. Veterans of that conflict still speak of the Genbu with something approaching reverence.
Observant technicians note that the Genbu’s turret housing contains sealed compartments and dormant power conduits that connect to nothing. Maintenance logs from 2283 reference a “primary weapons integration system” that no longer appears in current schematics. When asked, Seneschal Kenji simply states that the Emerald Directorate provided certain technologies during the Independence War that were “returned as part of diplomatic agreements.” The empty housings remain—whether as a reminder of debts paid or capabilities surrendered, only the Prefect knows for certain.
Standard crew consists of a driver, a turret gunner, and whatever squad is being transported. The vehicle lacks the speed of Alliance rovers or the raw firepower of Imperial siege engines, but Blackcoats trust it to hold together when everything else falls apart. As Sergeant Haylen Shih reportedly tells new recruits: “He flies like a brick. But that brick gets you home.”


FAQs
How does Xing Hong maintain neutrality when four rival factions operate within its borders?
Xing Hong’s neutrality is less a product of idealism than of carefully balanced tension. Prefect Dilinur Altai secured independence in 2283 by leveraging factional rivalries—ensuring that any attempt by one power to claim the city would trigger immediate opposition from the other three. Each faction maintains influence over designated districts through appointed Deputies, creating a system where no single power can dominate without risking coalition against them.
This arrangement comes with ambiguity. Dragon District lacks a Deputy entirely since the Imperium refuses to send one, forcing Dilinur to manage it directly. The unofficial Slum District exists beyond formal governance altogether. Law enforcement—Constables and Blackcoats—recruit from all factions, requiring members to suspend factional allegiance during service. The result is a city held together by mutual suspicion rather than mutual trust.
What is daily life like for ordinary residents of Xing Hong?
Life in Xing Hong varies dramatically by district. Eagle District gleams with corporate prosperity—apartment complexes with private security, premium oxygen subscriptions, and rent starting at $12,000 monthly. Dragon District’s neon flickers despite daylight, advertising everything from black-market Psytum Swords to “authentic Earth cuisine” that residents know means protein paste with green coloring. Opera District is under Covenant’s vigilant watch, while Lion District is maintained by the Directorate deputy’s lenient policies.
The city’s governing philosophy: keep rent low, keep food cheap, keep people alive. It means infrastructure runs at minimum compliance. Security prevents catastrophic violence while ignoring lesser crimes. Immigration requires only passage fare and registration fees, no questions asked about criminal history. This creates a population of opportunity-seekers, refugees, and those with pasts they’d rather forget. The bounty board system attracts hunters willing to scout Radi-Mon-infested tunnels beneath the city, providing both reconnaissance and population control.
How does Xing Hong’s culture view love and marriage?
Xing Hong’s population growth comes almost entirely from off-world immigration, usually desperate souls seeking second chances, competent opportunists chasing fortune, refugees with nothing left to lose. This transient foundation, combined with a thriving Leased Lily industry where companionship is openly commodified, has shaped attitudes toward romance. Love, as an ideal, is widely regarded as naïve. Marriage is considered impractical at best, financially reckless at worst.
An old saying circulates through the city, its origins traced to Buddhist immigrants who arrived during the founding years: “緣起緣滅,執者自縛 (Yuánqǐ yuán miè, zhí zhě zìfù)” — “Connections arise and fade, one who clings is nothing but bound”. The modern Xing Hong version is blunter: “Only dreamers and fools sign leases without exit clauses.” Marriage and birth rates here rank among the lowest of any human settlement across the Seven Realms. Most residents see attachment as a liability in a city where fortunes shift overnight and anyone might leave on the next shuttle.
“Where all streams run dry, a single spring becomes sacred. Where all hearts close, two that remain open become a temple unto themselves.”
— Lotus Sutra, Martian Recension
Xing Hong Heroes

Kenji Tsudo
津戸憲司

Dilinur Altai
狄麗努兒

Iron Roach
鐵蜚蠊

Haylen Shih
石海琳

Meiya Ji
紀玫雅

