Mondor Armament Bay

A cramped, metallic hold deep within the freighter Mondor that functions as a rudimentary weapons workshop and storage bay. Fluorescent engineering lights glint off crude Pakled turrets and bunched wiring; a bank of analogue force meters and clumsy launch rails punctuate an array of jury-rigged consoles. The air smells of ozone and warm metal; footsteps clang on grated flooring. The space radiates coercion: underlit faces, tight sight-lines, and the constant mechanical hum turn technical procedure into intimidation. Here technicians are turned into captives, expertise weaponized under watchful, blunt authority as humiliation, threat, and tactical leverage collide.