The Infirmary’s story is one of transformation and loss. Constructed under the looming shadow of the Red Sun Dominion’s rise, the facility was established not for true healing, but to extend the working lives of those laboring relentlessly for the Dominion’s benefit. Its location, once graced by the serene presence of the Green Moon Pavilion, became repurposed into a stark symbol of industrial efficiency overriding compassionate care.

In its earlier incarnation, the Pavilion was a beacon of indigenous healing arts. The ancient Meristine practices, which employed harmonics and bio tuners to facilitate natural recovery, flourished there until the Dominion’s annexation led to a wholesale abandonment of these methods. The once sophisticated and holistic approach to health was replaced by crude and temporary measures designed solely to patch up workers—merely preparing them to return to their exhausting duties.

Today, the infirmary stands as a grim reminder of what was lost. The transformation from a center of healing into a dystopian outpost, manned by security drones instead of caring doctors or devoted healers, encapsulates the dark legacy of a society that prioritizes productivity over the welfare of its people.