Terran Underground
“The Earth remembers its defenders.”
The Terran Underground is the oldest of the three rebel factions — a brotherhood and sisterhood forged in the tunnels beneath Cybertown during the first years of machine rule. When others fled into data or sky, the Terrans went downward, digging into the earth itself, where the remnants of humanity could still breathe free.
They believe the planet is not a relic to be abandoned, but a living ally — one that protects those who honor it. While the Morphs evolve and the Vivo Morphs hunt, the Terran Underground builds, fortifies, and endures. They are the foundation of the rebellion: slow to move, but impossible to break.
Many of Cyberhood’s neighborhoods owe their survival to Terran technology. Terrans, the surface settlement that shares their name, was built over one of their original tunnel vaults — its geothermal core still powered by Terran engineering. Even the Outernet draws on Terran-designed relay towers that stabilize its subterranean data grids. Their influence runs deep — literally and metaphorically — throughout the city’s bones.
Their Emblem
Their insignia — a pair of silver eagle claws on a blue shield — embodies their unbreakable bond with the land. The eagle, long revered as a symbol of freedom, was chosen not for its wings but for its claws — the part that holds firm when all else falls away. To the Terrans, it is not flight that grants power, but the ability to grip, to anchor, and to endure.
The claws are forged from reclaimed alloys drawn from Cybertown’s lowest strata, the same minerals that once powered the city’s mechanical oppressors. By reforging them into their emblem, the Terrans symbolically took back the ground itself. The blue shield behind them represents both the planet’s atmosphere and the calm skies that follow after every storm.
It is said that when a Terran warrior falls, their armor is buried in the soil so their spirit may clutch the earth beside their ancestors — one more pair of claws defending the planet from beneath. Over time, these fallen have become known as “The Living Foundation,” a sacred myth reminding all Terrans that they never fight alone: the land itself fights with them.
Their creed is simple yet unyielding:
“Earth belongs to the people, not the machines.”
Every Terran is raised with the belief that no machine can own the ground that birthed humankind. Their strength lies in unity, their resilience in heritage, and their strategy in patience. While others fight for the present, the Terrans fight for what remains when the dust settles — for the right of humanity to once again stand on its own soil.
The Blocks of the Terran Underground in Rebels HQ
Three blocks within Rebels HQ define the Terran Underground’s legacy of endurance and honor. Together, they form the tri-core of Terran power — the engineers, the watchers, and the defenders of the Earth itself.
After Earth
The survivalists of the Terran Underground. Engineers, biohackers, and terra-formers who prepare for collapse and rebirth alike. They work off-grid, crafting oxygen farms, hydro tunnels, and genetic seeds capable of growing food in irradiated soil. “After Earth” is less a place and more a promise — that even if Cybertown falls, life will endure.
The nearby neighborhood of Quixote Impulse often trades technology and hybrid seedlings with them, mixing idealism with Terran practicality. To many citizens, After Earth represents the quiet hope that not all progress must come from the digital sky — some of it can still bloom from the ground.
Dark Sky
The hidden eyes of the Terran Underground. Operating deep beneath the crust and along the shattered upper levels of Cyberhood, Dark Sky monitors the city above while cloaked in shadow. Their observation tunnels run directly beneath The Darkside and Shadow Compound, allowing them to intercept Loyalist transmissions and coordinate stealth operations with near-perfect precision.
They specialize in signal camouflage, seismic surveillance, and environmental distortion — using the planet itself as their ally. Where others build sensors, the Terrans carve resonance channels into stone, letting the ground whisper warnings before the machines above ever detect them. In the blackest depths of the city, the watchers of Dark Sky see everything.
Many of their discoveries are relayed to Nexus engineers and Outernet liaisons, who depend on Dark Sky’s data to navigate the unstable magnetic storms that rage between surface and sublevel. They are the eyes beneath the storm — silent, patient, and eternal.
Rebel Defenders
Guardians of Cyberhood’s borders and sentinels of the underground passages that connect the colonies. They command the Shield Arrays — massive, overlapping energy domes powered by geothermal cores. Their rapid-react units can mobilize within minutes, forming a living wall against Neo Loyalist incursions.
Many of these tunnels lead directly toward Terrans and Outernet, serving as the arterial network through which supplies, messages, and even refugees flow. When the Nexus power grids fail, it is the Defenders who reroute the energy. When the Outernet collapses under signal storms, it is the Defenders who restore communication. To them, defense is not an act of war — it is an act of preservation.
Legacy of Stone and Steel
While others fight for dominance, the Terran Underground fights for survival. They believe the war will not be won in data streams or sky battles, but in the rebuilding that follows. Every tunnel, every bunker, every oxygen farm they build is a step toward humanity’s reclamation of Earth. They do not chase glory — they build permanence.
Their influence spreads far beyond Rebels HQ. Terrans remains their most visible surface ally — a neighborhood that preserves Terran culture above ground. Nexus maintains their energy flow. The Darkside borrows their defensive blueprints. Outernet runs on their tunneling relays. Shadow Compound hides its resistance labs behind Terran shielding. Their legacy is not only written in steel and soil — it pulses in the very infrastructure of Cyberhood itself.
“We are the roots beneath the storm — unseen, but holding all that remains.”