Oilfin is going pretty swell, now that I've stuck with it past two years. We've got soap industries, glass and kiln magma furnaces slowly working, plenty of food and booze, and sunshine berries are slowly multiplying from the starting 5 we seized from the first elven caravan along with errything else they had. The surface defenses and military tower of barracks is set up, fortifcations put up overlooking the front death corridor leading to a chokepoint for the melee squads always training close by in the tower. All other industries are running, we got cows, turkeys, lotsa cloth and thread, and a well close by the hospital located right next door to the currently unemployed prison.
We're at 83 dwarves, and several children have grown old enough to join the squad of useless engravers. One of the starting miners has been elected mayor. He seems pretty happy though, so no risk of him starting a tantrum spiral by picking somedorf in the head yet due to some unfulfilled mandate.
The military is set up and almost all melee squads are armored and equipped in full bronze since it looks cool and steel isn't in plentiful supply. A squad of 2 speardwarfs, 2 axedwarfs, and four hammerdwarves for running down and distracting fast prey. See, the spear and axe squads are using my modded in armor and mechanical super weapons. I miscalculated some armor weight though. A bronze "heavily plated chassis" has been suitably named, for weighing 47 Urists. The full body suit of chainmail to wear under it weighs about a much, then there's the powerhelmet weighing 9 Urists, chain hood and pants weighing more or less as the helmet, and powered greaves weighing 28 Urists. Powered boots and powergloves weigh 3 Urists each.
Untrained armor users are quite slow, as a result. I like to imagine them looking like walking tin cans slowly heaving after goblins who are smart enough to run right past them. Of course, goblins aren't that smart. a squad of hammerdwarves suited in lighter metal will be for running down and weakening/crippling/distracting fast targets.
We're eagerly waiting for our first siege, or even an ambush. One of the peasant children supposedly shows promise as a hammerdwarf, according to Dorf Therapist. He's the head of the hammersquad, maybe he's the future champion or something.