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HIVE PELAGIC, PLANET SANGUINIA
One of the trio of hive cities which cover much of the surface of the largely oceanic Hive World Sanguinia, Hive Pelagic, unlike its sister hive Firma, was not built upon one of the rare stretches of actual landmass which the promethium-rich world contained. No, originally established as a refinery and drilling center for the then Mars-held governance of the world, Pelagic was instead sunk beneath the planets waves, down to the very seabed and then built up from there. Instead of the typical atmospheric spires, the hive instead reaches up to just above the surface of the ocean, where its upper echelons contain vast landing and port facilities, as well as the homes of the very wealthiest of the hive's nobility. It only those few who ever see the light of true day upon the world, the rest go without the view of the vast expanses of water and sky, tinged red from the red giant star which lights the system and for which the planet was named.
Most residents of the sunken city reside in deep, blue-tinged corridors lit largely by the ancient, and flickering light of millennia-old lumen strips and flambeaux. Far down within the abyssal depths of the ancient hive, beneath even the fringe-settlements lay communities of souls unlike the teeming billions of Imperial citizens living above them. Whether as a result of exposure to contaminant by-products of the planet's industries, the lingering effect of warp-taint, or just a matter of heredity, these unfortunates had the ill fortune to be mutants, fit only to be purged from existence in the eyes of most Imperial faithful.
You are just such mutants. You dwell there, monsters of the deep, feared and shunned by the society which drove you out. For many, birth into that realm is a a guide to a life which is nasty, brutish, and short. But perhaps not for you. Just as your home creaks and groans with the passing of the deep-sea currents, the threads of your fates thrum with the laughter of thirsting gods. Do they laugh with you? At you? At your victims? That is between you and the gods of Chaos, for none other may fathom their ineffable plans.
You are deep within the depths of the hive, and here there be monsters and worse besides.
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