The following is based upon the exploits of a number of hivers on the hiveworld of Necromunda. I am running DF2010 with a total conversion mod that represents such. It is available here:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=100255.0 should you wish to play it/update it yourself for the latest version.
I'll be doing things via the typical journal format, or occasionally standard story format. I hope to create a decent tale for you all to read while I play this mod. If 4 viewers request this be made a succession game, then it will become such.
Currently there are 6 other hivers available, who's names will be changed if people request to be made a direct part of the story. As I have already played a way in, this will largely be picturless. I'm also sorry to say I'm a lazy little turd in regards to that anyway. The only hacking tools I am employing are reveal to be able to plan my bunkers and living spaces, and grow via dfhack so I have a ready supply of trees.
And so, it begins.
-This is a ferroplas-silica dataslate. All craftsmanship is of dubious quality. it is bordered with slightly corroded ferroplas and posseses a damaged mallium stylus. It's screen-edges are caked in dirt and grime and a small crack is visble near the top. The borders show signs of heavy use and the casing shows signs of heavy wear with many dings and evidence of worn away paint.____________
Audiolog of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, date unknown.We've come across a good position we can defend after maybe 6 weeks of traveling? We're all worried about outlaw gangers, scavvies, and crap like that, but I'm sure the Emperor will protect us out here. Our hunter Turris said he'd like to try and tackle a few of the local wolf spiders, but I forbade him to even consider such a risk; he's our only skilled soldier out of the lot of us, and we need his skill to defend the settelment and train new recruits. It doesn't help that at present we have niether the tools or means to produce more munitions for our only respectable weapon, a cheap carbide autogun. Not as nice as Guard issue Lasguns, but better than nothing at all.
We've also setteled on a name, Manialaboro, Crazedlabors. Figured it fitting, as everyone back home called us insane for setting out of the main hive habs. And our supporters are equally insane for planning to come later, apparently.
I spotted an outcropping of compressed rockcrete and underhive rouble that will make good pillboxes, so I've ordered Convallis to dig out a bunch of that useless compressed rubble. She's a sweet thing, a bit on the slow side and clumsy in speaking, but still. She's also the only one of us who knows how to work that stupid rockdrill without making the batterypack explode. My brother-in-law came with us, but killed himself when he overclocked the pack on our spare rockdrill when he was trying to figure out how to work it causing the damn thing to explode weeks ago. Reduced our number from eight to seven, and there wasn't even enough of him left to bury in a coffee cup... Also took our one radio with him, so we'll have to rely on the guilders we told we'd be out here to bring news to and from.
Ah well. I've got some diseased trees to fell. I'll report back in on any ocurrances log. Splint out.
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-___________
Audiolog 2 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, date unknown.Excavation is going well, all things considered. I had a few of the others make some mechanisms, proper blocks, anchairs and tables from some excess rockcrete from the under-construction rockcrete pillbox. Then we set about smothing out the walls leding to it, since we had little else to do with our time as the few saplings growing by our mercilessly lifeless river have yet to regrow and we've nowhere to put any plants we gather. And I figured it needed a proper fortification...y... look to it. Also had a Depot tossed together from some of the rockcrete blocks.
Since we ran out of food and haven't the bags to process our gathered bloodfungi and cave spore flessh to, I decided I'd handle butchering our spare grox bull. As much as I hate to say it, I may need to send Turris out to kill a spider or two so we'll have enough food to eat.
I'm getting sick of this damned rain. Splint out.
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-___________
Audiolog 3 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, date unknown.Damned spiders will be the death of us! I dunno if our grox cow will live, and as we haven't had the opprotunity to make a nest for her I fear we'll have none come next.... whatever passes for spring on this miserable rock. I have dispatched Turris to deal with it. Hopefully a few mallium slugs and a thorough Carbide stock beating will teach those Emperor-damned things not to mess with hivers.
The grox bull we still have didn't take kindly to that spider attacking its mate, and one of our two fungilists is topside being hounded by that thing. As the other is inside and I paid little mind to who was doing what while I chopped up the spare bull I can't tell who it is running around screaming topside. No matter, as from what I heard unless they sink their fangs into your skull you needen't worry about much beyond a broken bone at the absolute worst. I pray that's correct.
Excavation is progressing well, at least. We've moved the organs and meat in for food and fertilizer, not that we can make any until we get the water purifier up and running. I'm going to see if I can get a view of the fight topside, Splint out.
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-____________
Audiolog 4 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, date unknown.The overall crisis has passed, and no-one aside from the grox cow was harmed, aside from some light brusing on Mencrium. Although quite honestly I fully expect him to develop a mild form of what Turris calls PTSD.
-SOUND DETECTED: SOURCE: AUTOWEAPON- -eaking of which, he's driven off several, probably more with the noise his autogun was making. Now he set his sights on another spider and some roaming scavvy dogs.
-SOUND DETECTED: SOURCE: AUTOWEAPON- -eeded in doing since I last checked was fire haphazardly in thier direction. Said he's just trying to "scare the miserable little dribbleing...." Well I won't
-SOUND DETECTED: SOURCE: AUTOWEAPON- -ast part but you get the idea.
The room for the Water purifier, cultivatorium, distillery, and butchery/tanning works is nearing completion, though it may need to be expanded to accomodate all the shops.
That constant shooting is starting to get on my nerves.....
-SOUND DETECTED: SOURCE: AUTOWEAPON- Alright, that's it. I'm gonna have to make him stop it with the random shooting He's only wasting ammo now. Splint out.
TURRIS! IF YOU AREN'T ACTUALLY HITTING THE STUPID MUTTS KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE POTSHOTS OR I SWEAR TO THE EMPEROR I'LL-
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-_____________
Audiolog 5 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, July 6, 956M40 [AKA 26th Malachite]
A few single folks and a small family arrived. Brought thier runt and everything. Hope he makes it to adulthood. I also found the time/date function on this stupid dataslate, and appearently it's July 6th.
The guilders will be here in a few months I guess. Seems we got:
another fungilist, a presser, a cratsman, that kid and a wood burner. Oh and a couple pups.
Turris also managed to down one of those scavvy mutts and scared off both the rest of its packmates and a small pack of wolfspiders. I told him next time to actually aim or I'd take his autogun and shove it firmly up his ass. Also set to making the the water purifier. After the room it's in is done, I'll be ordering a small... Well, mockery of a manufactorum across from it to provide a few trinkets to sell off and some storage for our food and drink.
I've got to set about situating the newcomers. Splint out.
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-__________________________
Audiolog 6 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, September 9th, 956M40Some stupid wild grox came lumbering down from the mountain above us. Scared the ever
loving shit out of the new guys, but our own grox "herd" and Turris would have none of it.
He expended the rest of his ammo and beat the thing to death with the aid of the grox herd.
Made a small mess of it too; Got blood everywhere. I was going to lend a hand but he
bludgeoned it to death quite roundly; So we now have another month or two worth of meals and
some more hide.
Got a few pots and bottels made, and that new girl I assigned to make some good from the
bones hasn't seen to it. Needless to say, I'm a touch annoyed. Guess I'll need to have
someone make some rockcrete junk so we can eat next year, and get a few stubguns and ammo
so we can defend ourselves.
Welp, I'm off to chop up that dead wild grox. Splint out.
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-_______________________
Audiolog 7 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, October 5th, 956M40Some more new blood arrived. Consisted of the following:
a couple jack-of-all-trades craftsmen, a.... A jewler? Didn't think any were still around
back home. They usually fuck off to join tech gangs, and... A drillworker! Good. Convallis
won't have to work all on her lonesome anymore. Should speed things up dramatically, and
that lazy prat I had assigned to bone work has finally seen fit to deal with it.
I have also ordered an exploratory tunnel dug. I'm hoping we'll hit some compressed
rockcrete or even plascrete in this mess of underhive rubble.
Welp, back to chopping this damned thing up. I only paused to read the report Turris gave
me of the the fresh faces. Overall our number is now 16. I got Turris alone in our main
force; A team of autogunners will be the backbone of the settlement defense, with a
currently unmanned stubgun team and myself leading a team of miscellanous melee fighters to
run interception.
I'm starting to ramble, so Splint out.
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-______________________
Audiolog 8 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, November 18th, 956M40So the guilders arrived. With an insulting number of things for trade. As we lacked
additional rockcrete and bone itmes would have been inefficent, I told the guilders to
stuff it. They had brought only two men for trotection, both armed with simple swords, so I
had Turris "persuade" them at gunpoint to leave without thier goods I told them we needed
them more than they did, and they obliged. I feel bad for this betrayl, but they did agree
we needed the supplies more, and that the threat on thier lives was unneeded. They said
they'd return next year, and that thier returning emptyhanded may delay raids, which is
good. The last thing we need is an attack we're pitifully prepared for.
They said I had better make the supplies last, or they'd have to beat me for being wasteful
when they showed up next year.
[OoC: I ripped the depot out from under them. I needed the material for bags and I was running low on food.]I also met with the guild liason. I doubt we'll ever have any of what they'd like next
year. And they had the nerve of asking for preserved [prepared] meals. Regardless, I
humored him and said we might be able to oblige.
I must go to haul the supplies to various piles as it stands. Splint out.
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-_________________________
Audiolog 9 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, February 3rd, 956M40Been nearly a whole three months since I spilled my guts to you log. Pinna went and got
herself killed searching for yound pond slimes in the ponds above the settlement. She'd
been missing a couple days so I sent Turris to find her. Found her up by the ponds that I
honestly didn't even know about. Turris said she'd had a hole bit through her head, and the
spiders that did it must've just felt threatened by her being there cause they left the
corpse be.
When we have the numbers and weapons, I plan to make a point of killing those wretched
things when they rear thier ugly heads. We've enough ammo that I can have Turris activly
gun them down if he needs to, and I was informed the kid is nearing the coming of age, so
he'll soon have his first recruit and they can start proper training.
I'm.... I'm sorry log. I have to sign off and see to Pinna's burial arrangments. She
deserved better than this...
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-Audiolog 10 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, February 28th, 957M40A fitting end to the month, some Scavvy mutant tried to slip in to snatch the runt. a pup
and a couple hivers spotted him and promptly bludgeoned him to death with thier bare hands.
I think I'm starting to like this lot. Welp, gotta see what he left us and who did the deed. Splint Out.
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-____________________
Audiolog 11 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, April 4th, 957M40Seems a few crazy or lost souls have found thier way here. I converted my former recording
place and office into Pinna's burial chamber. Once her remains are intured and belongings
gathered I plan to seal it off forever more.
Of the new hivers, we've got:
A glassmaker and his pet dog, a stray grox bull hatchling, a fish cleaner, a presser with
some limited medical skill, a person skilled in making cheese form that soupy grox milk,
but he also has skill in forging armor. An insect hive keeper, thier leader who is a simple
hiver, a former scribe's apprentice, several adopted pups, a craftsman, miller, asurgeon
with some rudimentary fighting skills, another cheesemaker, a pair of hatchlings, a person
with great skill in farming, by the emperor, TUrris did a terrible job with this
organization... lesse 'ere, an architect, leatherworker, carpenter who prought a plassteel
axe, oh! A stray grox bull! A rookie spear user, a man skilled in smoothing out rubble and
rockcrete.... Jesus this list is long.
Oooh, a skilled armorer with skill in the fine art of chopping raiders and freaks to
ribbons with a sword! Also a gunsmith, ex-enforcer [maceman] and... Hell yes! A man who
brought both his stubgun and the skill to use it! And thus our stubgun fireteam has its
sergeant!
And in all Turris reports a population spike of 20! With this plethora of recruits I intend to expand the
settlement's militia when we've the weapons for them all. In the meantime I guess I can
have someone toss together some gear for training areas in the pillboxes.
I've also set up two more bunkers and intend to get an airlock made so we may lure enemies
into the areas in from of them and mow them down in a hail of auto-and-stubgun fire. I'll
lead the "cleanup" team after all the shooting stops.
Welp, back to the grind log, Splint out.
-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-Splint walked into the meeting hall, a dour look on his face. This was a job for less
sympathetic people than he. He slammed the door to the room to garner everyone's attention,
and waited. "What's with the long face boss?" Furnax, one of the two new arrivals asked
while he tried to wake Turris the settlement militia commander, to no avail. "As we've
found sources for malium, ferroplas, carbide, and plassteel, I need to call some of you lot
up to defend this little pit in the ground." He brought up his dataslate, which few ever
saw him without and began calling names.
"Munio Conlegiumspeculum?" Splint called out. Munio just sighed and stood up.
"Here, sir." he said half-heartedly. "Right. Cleanup crew. I'll see about getting you a
spear as soon as, alright?" Munio nodded. "Aye sir."
"Sigillum Euqesmarco?" Splint went on, reading the name from his dataslate.
"Yo." Came the gruff response. "Turrise said you were a former enforcer right?" Splint
asked, unsure of why anyone would give up such a job. "Yup. Got tired of crackin' heads for
a livin back in the habs. But if you need an extra set of hands I'll be happy to oblige."
"Good. You're on cleanup with me." Splint said.
"Chalbys Cristaaurum?" "Over here sir." waved a girl in the middle of the cluster of
hivers. She had a bit of a rasp in her voice. "Uh huh. Turris informs me you brought a
stubgun. And I have to ask, do you smoke?" Chalbys raised a worn out but functioning rifle
"Indeed I did bring a gun. Had it since I was little. And yes I smoke." SPlint let out a
little chuckle. "Well I guess you're shit out of luck then. We haven't got any smokeables
here, and if you even try to smoke any of our plants I'll have you beat with your own
stubgun." Splint said before going on.
"Pagina Atramentumporto?" Splint asked the crowed.
"Here!" Came the quick response. 'Great. Another smoker who'll have issues with withdrawl.'
Splint thought at her scratchy voice. "You smoke?" He asked quite bluntly. "Nope. I know, I
sound it don't I." She said quickly. "Good. You'll be serving under Turris." "Whi-" "The
fool sleeping on the table. Moving on."
"Pingo... Novaculovo? What the
hell kind of name is that?" Splint blurted out. "Mine, sir.
What suicide detail am I in?" The carpenter asked, with a snarky tone in his voice.
"Autogun. You'll be under the layabout in the chair."
"Clostrum Contigerraptor?" Splint looked around and saw no-one until someone entered from
the door behind him. "Right here." He said, as if nothing odd was happening. "Ah yes, spear
boy right?" "Mhmm. Where's my gear, cause I know where this is going." Splint was taken
aback by this."Er, we haven't made it yet But I'm assigning everyone Turris cataloged with
fighting skills we need. Anyway, anyone else.... Nope! ALright then everyone, I'll leave
you to it till we get the equipment thing sorted."
"Oh, just so you know, a feral grox tried to pick a fight with that little herd of yours. Ended badly for the feral one." Clostrum said as he took a seat. "Err.... What?" Was all Splint could manage.
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