The Dock
Overview
Ironclad's throne room. The Forge occupies the old waterfront terminal -- a brutalist fortress welded from cargo containers and salvaged port cranes, its silhouette visible from three sectors away. This is where Ironclad Industries makes its decisions, manufactures its weapons, and loads its goods for distribution across the Sprawl. The Dead Channel broadcasts from somewhere beneath the waterfront, a pre-Cascade educational signal that Ironclad neither controls nor acknowledges. The Span -- the last functioning bridge segment -- connects the Dock to the SF side, its toll booths staffed by Ironclad personnel who charge by weight class. Everything here smells of iron filings and diesel. Everything here belongs to one corporation, and the corporation makes sure you know it.