Chandry Mining Corp — “Every Gram Accounted.”

A forgotten prospecting outfit that should’ve died in the sump-deserts decades ago — yet their ore yields never dipped, their crews never broke, and every inspector who asked the wrong question quietly disappeared.

Now Chandry helmets show up in sealed lower-hive drift-camps and collapsed storm-drains. Their respirators pulse with something alive, and the “shift supervisors” aren’t human anymore.

Chandry aren’t mining for profit now.
They’re cutting tunnels for the coming brood.

They don’t harvest minerals.
They seed worlds.