EDEN MOON BASE
"It is very impressive." Marcus spoke as his amber eyes took in the control room where the production of the Raptors was taking place. He could see that the center stretched as far back as even his keen eyes could detect, and there were control rooms like the one he now stood in spaced every few hundred meters. At the various stations on the floor below he could see dozens of elves working with various humans standing at different points within the massive room. Much of the production was automated, and the elves were used for the extreme manual labor of hoisting large metal components from one conveyor to another. "I noticed you do not have any security on the production floor itself. Why?"