6th Granite, Early Spring 214
Overlord Gamma Relieveflayer stood atop the hill, surveying the landscape. It had the basic resources for functioning. Water as emergency coolant. Plenty of organic growth for fuel and materials. And a great source of energy in the form of a magma pipe. Yes, this would be a perfect location for a new Doom Fortress. This place, called Steelgripped, would become the location of one of the Skewered Rip's great military outposts. It had such potential.
With a wave of his manipulator and a few words he ordered the rest of his crew, six robots and eight drones, as well as a pair of replicating cleaners, toward the magma pipe. They would begin construction right next to it, despite the threat of indigenous life rising from the pipe. Overlord Gamma felt assured that the drones could easily fend them off. If not, they still had Nagash the sawbot. He did not have military training, but he made up for it in...enthusiasm.
There was some concern regarding the local ogres, but they would be taken care of in time. For now, they were focused on digging past the layers of soft soil, into the bedrock. They would have plenty of materials at hand to construct an aboveground defensive perimeter.
The crude wagon they had taken from a razed human village was quickly taken apart for extra lumber. They had been prepared for a desolate wasteland and brought much wood with them. What a waste, Gamma thought as he looked down at the shallow river amid the trees. And since they had the magma pipe, they wouldn't have to use it as fuel in their smelting operations. Oh well.
He watched the miners drill into the soil. One of them seemed to be the victim of faulty wiring, as he insisted on being called the Emperor, although the Skewered Rip didn't have an Emperor. Gamma humored him, since it seemed to keep him happy.