The Dust-Blight Dividend

A blood cleanser specializing in mitigating and counter acting the effects of blight born illnises. Any gang willing to provide this rogue healer with protection can count on their loyal service.

Tracts of iridescent ash, shapeless rubble, and twisted metal structures run through the Sector - 9 Gallows, their size waxing and waning with the ages. Most gangs have to pass through a portion of these asphixiating toxic wastes as they travel between places of more value.

An old cargo-rail station that imploded under the pressure of the shifting hive foundations. The wreckage is a hazardous maze of crumpled mag-rail cars and twisted girders, heavily prone to secondary cave-ins but packed with lost freight.

An open cast mine bored into a mineral mass can yield a fortune in carbonite gems, cognate ore, argent and emeralds, all waiting to be ripped from the ground.

Heavily defended and thrown together from whatever materials are handy, a Scavvie Outpost is hovel for the grotesque, mutated outcasts who dwell in the toxic wastelands and radioactive runoff at the absolute bottom of Sector-9 Gallows. Discarded by society, they form cannibalistic, disorganized gangs driven purely by survival. 

Settlements dot the underhive. Most are scrap-shanties, peopled by the brave, the foolish and the desperate. Some are even willing to risk the dangers of Sector-9 Gallows build a new life for themselves

A sludge ridden makeshift tech bazaar buzzing with the call of tech swindlers & haggling Archeo tech prospectors.

Vast agglomerations of refuse gather in areas of Sector-9 Gallows in drifts that shift like dunes in a desert.

A heavily fortified, reinforced steel bunker abandoned by Enforcers during the initial hive-quake. Though stripped of heavy ordnance, its blast doors, automated lockup cells, and surveillance feeds offer unparalleled tactical control over the sector.

A tangled maze of illegal, jury-rigged siphons tapping into the receding sludge basin. Gangs use these pressurized copper coils to distill volatile, radioactive runoff into highly addictive combat stimms and valuable industrial chemicals.

A lightless, humid corner of the sector choked with bioluminescent, toxic lichen and mutated mold spores that sprout from the cooling remains of ancient machinery.

A sprawling complex of high-pressure exhaust funnels and open-air melting cauldrons tapping into the sub-sector's geothermal fissures. Gangs risk the toxic, searing updrafts to superheat salvage, refine heavy ores, and cast crude munitions in the blistering heat.

A relic from a long lost age, when the hive had not yet grown to the sky. It possess strange capabilities, wondrous power and danger in equal measure.

Instead of a traditional pile of generic skeleton parts, this structure is built from the massive, fossilized rib cages, armored hide plates, and jagged skulls of ancient Sump Krocs dredged up from the depths of Sector 9-Gallows. It stands as a grim landmark within the sector's twisting underbelly, serving as a neutral ground where the harsh realities of the hive-quake's aftermath meet local superstition.

A labyrinthian network of cracked drainage pipes and structural faults opened up by the recent hive-quake. These unstable, claustrophobic crawlspaces bypass major chokepoints, allowing gangs to redeploy and ambush rivals unseen.

A massive, ruined mesh filter dome at the bottom of the sector that traps hive debris. It serves as a dangerous scavenging ground where desperate, hardened Underhive urchins and drifting outcasts gather, looking to prove their worth to a gang.

An abandoned maintenance depot filled with heavy pneumatic lifts, welding rigs, and rusted machining lathes. Gangs use this grease-stained safe haven to repair battle-damaged armor, strip down looted tech, and customize crude armaments.

A massive, roaring chemical pumping station built directly into a toxic fissure. House Goliath uses the immense thermal heat, hydraulic pressure, and heavy machinery to melt scrap metal, refine chemical byproducts, and forge brutal weaponry.

Effluent and polluted water drains down through the hive to catch in brown pools, forming lakes of fuming, iridescent sludge.

Much of the light and power in the underhive relies on taps into energy conduits or barely functioning generators. Those that control the source of such power can let it flow… or cut it off at a whim.

The upper catwalks are a dizzying & sprawling labiryinth of catwalks and pipes that thread through the plunging depths of Sector 9 Gallows. Those that can navigate them can pass unseen between almost anywhere below.

The fastest ways through the underhive often cross chasms, sludge rivers or pass through bottlenecks. Gangs often set up tolls at such points, extracting credits from those who wish to pass swiftly and safely on their way.

Toxin wells abound in the depth of the gallows,but none bigger than well #37 filled with the scent of exotic chem trails, and the bubble and hiss of sludge residue the huddled masses come here chase dreams and forget nightmares.

Stacks of promethium based armaments, mining charges, & ammo stashs line the interior walls of this half-forgotten weapons cache. There's enough here to wage a small war, and burn half of the Sump down with it.