More bases done, this time for the tiny mutants.
I finally decided how the area of the underhive they stalk should be. I imagine ruins millennia old, of what was part of the industrial belly of the underhive. Now the old complex is completely in ruin, an infinite labyrinth of debris, pipes and machines under an impossibly high dome. Tunnels and burrows have been dug by scavengers and mutants, deep canyons run between the buildings, pipes run in and out for miles like worms. Entering the Maze, as people call it, is like entering a cave: you'll never see a light over your head, only the darkness ahead. And here mutants and derelict live a life of scavenge, hunting whatever they can. Some intrepid - one could say crazy - explorers venture down there in search of lost tech and resources, but rarely return. For the most part, known entrances are either guarded or sealed shut. Some gangs though installed heavy vault-like doors to the entrances in their territory...
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