The capital city for the last three generations, Vesuna Regis is believed to have been founded soon after the original wave of colonisation over ten millennia ago. It is a sprawling metropolis housing close to a billion souls, though no true census has been taken for many centuries. Vesuna Regis is an assemblage of impossibly ancient constructions, battle-scarred with statues weathered to vague outlines. New structures have been thrown up to replace those that have come crashing down due to the weight of age and the ravages of war, but with each generation the refined forms and masterful techniques of the past are lost to these pale imitations of the originals.
It is said that beneath the ancient foundations of Vesuna Regis lie even older chambers sunk deep into the crust by the first wave of colonists, crypts possibly containing all manner of Archaeotech and other relics of the Dark Age of Technology. Needless to say, these rumours draw all manner of treasure hunters, as well as worshippers of forbidden powers and hooded agents of the Machine Cult. To reach these subterranean layers, an explorer would have to pass through horrid under-strata populated by countless outcasts and mutants, and there are no records of anyone discovering these supposed riches. Organised expeditions are discouraged, for they often trigger horrific uprisings amongst the feral denizens. The last time this undercity rose up, the city was set aflame, millions were slaughtered or dragged below, and it required a protracted campaign to finally end. The city has not been consumed by war in quite some time, which has only served to increase tensions above and below, and it seems that every hab corner is host to a maniac street-preacher prophesying imminent doom.