Welcome to the Dominion
In neon-soaked Neo Detroit, power isnβt inherited. Itβs built β claw by claw, kiss by kiss, and corpse by corporate corpse.
Neo Dominion is a razor-sharp cyberpunk political thriller. Femme Starscream β once a roller-skating slave, now CFO of a megacorporation β fights to keep the empire she built with warlord-turned-CEO Megatron.
π’ Their competitors?
Autobots Unlimited β polished, PR-driven, and disastrously naΓ―ve.
π΅οΈ Their enemies?
Anti-bot extremists. Corporate traitors. Viral scandals. And old traumas that refuse to stay archived.
Starscream and Megatron rule DeceptiCorp as a power couple forged in gladiator pits, sharpened by rebellion, and fueled by devotion.
When an assassination attempt goes viral and anti-Cybertronian sentiment spikes, the city turns volatile. Footage spreads. Markets crash. Allies falter. Enemies smell blood.
Starscream does what she always has β she rises.
In stilettos. With weaponized lipstick. With her smug AI cat. With Megatron at her side.
But the higher the throne, the sharper the knives.
Corporate warfare. Political intrigue. Romance with teeth. A lethal femme fatale who refuses to go down quietly.
This is a story where every press conference is combat, every market dip a warning, and every kiss a treaty.
Because Starscream didnβt survive twenty years of fire, metal, and servitude to lose it now.
Not her company.
Not her Trine.
Not her warlord.
Not herself.
Neo Dominion
Cyberpunk. Couture. Claws out.
Own the city⦠or burn with it.