Far beneath the known California Underworld lay a place forgotten by the masses, though it serves as housing for those unlucky enough to have been sentenced to time within its walls. Nearly two-hundred years before an altered shuttlecraft became the vessel that brought the Governor of the Boston and Quebec Territory to an untimely meeting with fate, this dark place had been built for power, one of three massive complexes designed and created for the purpose of generating electricity within an underground society. As a swelling population forced the expanding of a man-made environment, the need for a greater power source resulted in a shining moment when a man named Ranion developed the first ionic cluster.
A great invention changed the world as it was as all great inventions can do, resulting in the closing of a dark and at times dangerous power plant. With the passing of the two hundred years, however, the place once abandoned was transformed into a darker realm where the law-breakers, political prisoners and the forgotten were kept, hidden from the society above in a place never spoken of by those who may have encountered it. The place evoked fear in the simple nature of its existence within a world where the Government can be fierce and cruel to those who spoke against it. And so it remained a fear-filled mystery, the unfortunate souls locked within its walls condemned to non-existence.
For a new arrival to this dark place where the walls of a great cylindrical expanse were dotted with tiny enclosures that were only reached by an old and barely functional mobile platform, the realization that the remainder of life may be spent in the dim light of one of those dirt encrusted cells can erupt a numbing sense of colossal fear. Entrance to the penitentiary was done via a single elevator, rickety with it's age as it decended in as the centerpiece of the main rotunda, shining rays of red and blue piercing the darkness; sensors that marked the movement of the condemned and the security forces that enacted justice who now and then rode upon the elevator.
'One way in, one way out.' It was a common phrase known to the prisoners of this dark realm. In truth the one way out was the elevator, but to the prisoners it was death.
Once a prisoner was processed in the base of the rotunda, they were lifted up to a cell upon the circular wall by an even more rickety armiture that carried a mobile platform; a useful piece of machinery when Alkeitan served as a power grid, now a vehicle for a final ride into oblivion. The platform wailed each time it was used, erupting the screams and screeches of the occupants of the cells, condemned souls that did not choose the common methods of suicide, but instead wasted away until madness washed over their minds. For those that accepted the madness of endless darkness and life with only movement about a tiny cell that was not even tall enough for a stance, life slipped away into eternal damnation.
'One way in, one way out.'