"Ten feet directly below us is a Level-4 Pocket Dimensional Self-sustaining Hatchery for Tactical Combatants; commonly referred to as a Fort-Gate."
The boss-lady went straight to business, without any kind of dramatic theatrics or unnecessary intros.
Her loud, almost manly voice was the only thing that truly reverberated all throughout the massive, crowded sheds.
Besides, of course, the natural, constant song of the nearby ocean relentlessly flogging itself against itself, and then crashing against the low sea wall in the distance.
"The total area within this Gate is currently estimated to be at least 50,000 square kilometers.
Its internal geography is a diabolical, mountainous wasteland, with the general altitude well above 2,500 feet.
It's riddled with deep basalt canyons, and features virtually unscalable peaks.
